A dream, belike, yet in this dream she looketh on me with
eyes of love and love is on her lips and in her heart--so is my dream very
precious."
At this, the youth shrank beneath his cloak while in an adjacent corner the
three rolled dice with Robin and quarrelled hoarse and loud.
"Youth," said Jocelyn, "I pray thee, tell me thy name."
Without lifting head the youth answered:
"Hugo!"
"Look up, Hugo!" But Hugo bowed his head the lower.
"Hast wondrous hair, Hugo--red gold 'neath thy hood!"
Here came a slim, white hand to order the rebellious tress but, finding
none, trembled and hid itself. Then very suddenly Jocelyn leaned near and
caught this hand, clasping it fast yet with fingers very gentle, and spake
quick and eager:
"Hugo--alas, Hugo! What bringeth thee in this evil place? Art in danger?
Speak, speak!"
"Nay, here is no harm for me, Joconde. And I am hither come for sake of a
poor Fool that is braver than the bravest--one did jeopardise his foolish
life for sake of a maid, wherefore I, Hugo, do give him life.
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