We three laughed till we ached . At one place his teeth so chattered that we could not well hear , and we reached him down a cup of wine . Then he warmed to it , and smoothly set out all his shifts , malices , and treacheries , his extreme boldnesses -LRB- he was desperate bold -RRB- ; his retreats , shufflings , and counterfeitings -LRB- he was also inconceivably a coward -RRB- ; his lack of gear and honour ; his despair at their loss ; his remedies , and well-coloured contrivances . Yes , he waved the filthy rags of his life before us , as though they had been some proud banner . When he ceased , we saw by torches that the tide stood at the corners of his mouth , and he breathed strongly through his nose . ` We had him out , and rubbed him ; we wrapped him in a cloak , and gave him wine , and we leaned and looked upon him , the while he drank . He was shivering , but shameless . ` Of a sudden we heard Jehan at the stairway wake , but a boy pushed past him , and stood before us , the hall rushes in his hair , all slubbered with sleep . `` My father ! My father ! I dreamed of treachery , '' he cried , and babbled thickly . ' `` There is no treachery here , '' said Fulke . `` Go ! '' and the boy turned , even then not fully awake , and Jehan led him by the hand to the Great Hall . ' `` Thy only son ! '' said De Aquila . `` Why didst thou bring the child here ? '' ' `` He is my heir . I dared not trust him to my brother , '' said Fulke , and now he was ashamed . De Aquila said nothing , but sat weighing a wine cup in his two hands -- thus .
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