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A Monk of Fife

CHAPTER XXXI--HOW NORMAN LESLIE SAW THE MAID IN HER PRISON
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They roared over their meat, eating like wolves and drinking like fishes, and one would sing a lewd song, and the others strike in with the over-word, but drinking was their main avail.
"This is better stuff," says the lourdaud, "than our English ale.

Faith, 'tis strong, my lads! Wake up, Jenkin; wake up, Hal," and then he roared a snatch, but stopped, looking drowsily about him.
O brothers in Christ, who hear this tale, remember ye that, for now four months and more, the cleanest soul in Christenty, and the chastest lady, and of manners the noblest, had endured this company by night and by day! "Nay, wake up," I cried; "ye are dull revellers; what say ye to the dice ?" Therewith I set out my tablier and the dice.

Then I filled up the cup afresh, pretending to drink, and laid on the foul table a great shining heap of gold.

Their dull eyes shone like the metal when I said-- "Myself will be judge and umpire; play ye, honest fellows, for I crave no gains from you.

Only, a cup for luck!" They camped at the table, all the five of them, and some while their greed kept them wakeful, and they called the mains, but their drought kept them drinking.


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