lay beside him, Dick judged that he was no other than the archer who had laid Sir Daniel low.
At length he also rose, and showed the countenance of Ellis Duckworth.
"Richard," he said, very gravely, "I heard you. Ye took the better part and pardoned; I took the worse, and there lays the clay of mine enemy. Pray for me."
And he wrung him by the hand.
"Sir," said Richard, "I will pray for you, indeed; though how I may prevail I wot not. But if ye have so long pursued revenge, and find it now of such a sorry flavour, bethink ye, were it not well to pardon others? Hatch—he is dead, poor shrew! I would have spared a better; and for Sir Daniel, here lies his body. But for the priest, if I might anywise prevail, I would have you let him go."
A flash came into the eyes of Ellis Duckworth.
"Nay," he said, "the devil is still strong within me. But be at rest; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore—the fellowship is broken. They that still live shall come to their quiet and ripe end, in Heaven's good time, for me; and for yourself, go where your better fortune calls you, and think no more of Ellis."
