She thinks she smells the Northland rime , And the dear dark nights of winter-time . Her very bolts are sick for shore , And we -- we want it ten times more ! So all you Gods that love brave men , Send us a three-reef gale again ! Send us a gale , and watch us come , With close-cropped canvas slashing home ! But -- there 's no wind in all these seas . A long pull for Stavanger ! So we must wake the white-ash breeze , A long pull for Stavanger ! OLD MEN AT PEVENSEY ` It has naught to do with apes or Devils , ` Sir Richard went on , in an undertone . ` It concerns De Aquila , than whom there was never bolder nor craftier , nor more hardy knight born . And remember he was an old , old man at that time . ' ` When ? ' said Dan . ` When we came back from sailing with Witta . ' ` What did you do with your gold ? ' said Dan . ` Have patience . Link by link is chain-mail made . I will tell all in its place . We bore the gold to Pevensey on horseback -- three loads of it -- and then up to the north chamber , above the Great Hall of Pevensey Castle , where De Aquila lay in winter . He sat on his bed like a little white falcon , turning his head swiftly from one to the other as we told our tale .
Jehan the Crab , an old sour man-at-arms , guarded the stairway , but De XXXXX bade him wait at the stair-foot , and let down both leather curtains over the door .
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