`` 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 . Anon , Fulke touched him on the knee . ' `` Let the boy escape to Normandy , '' said he , `` and do with me at thy pleasure . Yea , hang me tomorrow , with my letter to Robert round my neck , but let the boy go . '' ' `` Be still , '' said De Aquila . `` I think for England . '' ` So we waited what our Lord of Pevensey should devise ; and the sweat ran down Fulke 's forehead . ` At last said De Aquila : `` I am too old to judge , or to trust any man . I do not covet thy lands , as thou hast coveted mine ; and whether thou art any better or any worse than any other black Angevin thief , it is for thy King to find out . Therefore , go back to thy King , Fulke . '' ' `` And thou wilt say nothing of what has passed ? '' said Fulke . ' `` Why should I ? Thy son will stay with me . If the King calls me again to leave Pevensey , which I must guard against England 's enemies ; if the King sends his men against me for a traitor ; or if I hear that the King in his bed thinks any evil of me or my two knights , thy son will be hanged from out this window , Fulke . '' ' ` But it had n't anything to do with his son , ' cried Una , startled . ` How could we have hanged Fulke ? ' said Sir Richard .
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