No man but Jehan , who is my dog , knows what is between them . '' He drew a curtain by the shot-window and showed us the shaft of a well in the thickness of the wall . ' `` I made it for a drinking-well , '' he said , `` but we found salt water , and it rises and falls with the tide . Hark ! '' We heard the water whistle and blow at the bottom . `` Will it serve ? '' said he . ' `` Needs must , '' said Hugh . `` Our lives are in thy hands . '' So we lowered all the gold down except one small chest of it by De Aquila 's bed , which we kept as much for his delight in its weight and colour as for any of our needs . ` In the morning , ere we rode to our Manors , he said : `` I do not say farewell ; because ye will return and bide here . Not for love nor for sorrow , but to be with the gold . Have a care , '' he said , laughing , `` lest I use it to make myself Pope . Trust me not , but return ! '' ' Sir Richard paused and smiled sadly . ` In seven days , then , we returned from our Manors -- from the Manors which had been ours . ' ` And were the children quite well ? ' said Una . ` My sons were young . Land and governance belong by right to young men . '
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Aquila Hugh Jehan Richard Una colour drinking-well morning right shot-window