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a one at Ventadour ran three courses with me betwixt daybreak and
sunrise, to the great exaltation of his lady."
"And did you slay him also, my lord?" asked Ford with reverence.
"I could never learn, for he was carried within the barrier, and
as I had chanced to break the bone of my leg it was a great
unease for me to ride or even to stand. Yet, by the goodness of
heaven and the pious intercession of the valiant St. George, I
was able to sit my charger in the ruffle of Poictiers, which was
no very long time afterwards. But what have we here? A very
fair and courtly maiden, or I mistake."
It was indeed a tall and buxom country lass, with a basket of
spinach-leaves upon her head, and a great slab of bacon tucked
under one arm. She bobbed a frightened curtsey as Sir Nigel
swept his velvet hat from his head and reined up his great
charger.
"God be with thee, fair maiden!" said he.
"God guard thee, my lord!" she answered, speaking in the broadest
West Saxon speech, and balancing herself first on one foot and
then on the other in her bashfulness.


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