His thoughts were both quiet and happy . His brief favour with the Duke he could not find it in his heart to mourn ; with Joan to wife , and my Lord Foxham for a faithful patron , he looked most happily upon the future ; and in the past he found but little to regret . As he thus strolled and pondered , the solemn light of the morning grew more clear , the east was already coloured by the sun , and a little scathing wind blew up the frozen snow . He turned to go home ; but even as he turned , his eye lit upon a figure behind , a tree . `` Stand ! '' he cried . `` Who goes ? '' The figure stepped forth and waved its hand like a dumb person . It was arrayed like a pilgrim , the hood lowered over the face , but Dick , in an instant , recognised Sir Daniel . He strode up to him , drawing his sword ; and the knight , putting his hand in his bosom , as if to seize a hidden weapon , steadfastly awaited his approach . `` Well , Dickon , '' said Sir Daniel , `` how is it to be ? Do ye make war upon the fallen ? '' `` I made no war upon your life , '' replied the lad ; `` I was your true friend until ye sought for mine ; but ye have sought for it greedily . '' `` Nay -- self-defence , '' replied the knight . `` And now , boy , the news of this battle , and the presence of yon crooked devil here in mine own wood , have broken me beyond all help . I go to Holywood for sanctuary ; thence overseas , with what I can carry , and to begin life again in Burgundy or France . '' `` Ye may not go to Holywood , '' said Dick . `` How ! May not ? '' asked the knight .
`` Look ye , Sir Daniel , this is my marriage morn , '' said XXXXX ; `` and yon sun that is to rise will make the brightest day that ever shone for me .
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