Drink a toastHer beauty of face,her fine body,her strength of limb,and great growth for her age,would have pleased him if she had possessed no other attraction,but the daring of her fury and her stable-boy breeding so amused him and suited his roystering tastes that he took to her as the finest plaything in the world.
He set her on the floor,forgetting his coursing,and would have made friends with her,but at first she would have none of him,and scowled at him in spite of all he did.The brandy by this time had mounted to his head and put him in the mood for frolic,liquor oftenest ****** him gamesome.He felt as if he were playing with a young dog or marking the spirit of a little fighting cock.He ordered the servants back to their kitchen,who stole away,the women amazed,and the men concealing grins which burst forth into guffaws of laughter when they came into their hall below.
"'Tis as we said,"they chuckled."He had but to see her beauty and find her a bigger devil than he,and 'twas done.The mettle of her--damning and flogging him!Never was there a finer sight!She feared him no more than if he had been a spaniel--and he roaring and laughing till he was like to burst.""Dost know who I am?"Sir Jeoffry was asking the child,grinning himself as he stood before her where she sat on the oaken settle on which he had lifted her.
"No,"quoth little Mistress,her black brows drawn down,her handsome owl's eyes verily seeming to look him through and through in search of somewhat;for,in sooth,her rage abating before his jovial humour,the big burly laugher attracted her attention,though she was not disposed to show him that she leaned towards any favour or yielding.
"I am thy Dad,"he said."'Twas thy Dad thou gavest such a trouncing.And thou hast an arm,too.Let's cast an eye on it."He took her wrist and pushed up her sleeve,but she dragged back.
"Will not be mauled,"she cried."Get away from me!"He shouted with laughter again.He had seen that the little arm was as white and hard as marble,and had such muscles as a great boy might have been a braggart about.
"By Gad!"he said,elated."What a wench of six years old.Wilt have my crop and trounce thy Dad again!"He picked up the crop from the place where she had thrown it,and forthwith gave it in her hand.She took it,but was no more in the humour to beat him,and as she looked still frowning from him to the whip,the latter brought back to her mind the horse she had set out in search of.
"Where is my horse?"she said,and 'twas in the tone of an imperial demand."Where is he?""Thy horse!"he echoed."Which is thy horse then?""Rake is my horse,"she answered--"the big black one.The man took him again;"and she ripped out a few more oaths and unchaste expressions,threatening what she would do for the man in question;the which delighted him more than ever."Rake is my horse,"she ended."None else shall ride him.""None else?"cried he."Thou canst not ride him,baggage!"She looked at him with scornful majesty.
"Where is he?"she demanded.And the next instant hearing the beast's restless feet grinding into the gravel outside as he fretted at having been kept waiting so long,she remembered what the stable-boy had said of having seen her favourite standing before the door,and struggling and dropping from the settle,she ran to look out;whereupon having done so,she shouted in triumph.
"He is here!"she said."I see him;"and went pell-mell down the stone steps to his side.
Sir Jeoffry followed her in haste.'Twould not have been to his humour now to have her brains kicked out.
"Hey!"he called,as he hurried."Keep away from his heels,thou little devil."But she had run to the big beast's head with another shout,and caught him round his foreleg,laughing,and Rake bent his head down and nosed her in a fumbling caress,on which,the bridle coming within her reach,she seized it and held his head that she might pat him,to which familiarity the beast was plainly well accustomed.
"He is my horse,"quoth she grandly when her father reached her.
"He will not let Giles play so."
Sir Jeoffry gazed and swelled with pleasure in her.
"Would have said 'twas a lie if I had not seen it,"he said to himself."'Tis no girl this,I swear.I thought 'twas my horse,"he said to her,"but 'tis plain enough he is thine.""Put me up!"said his new-found offspring.
"Hast rid him before?"Sir Jeoffry asked,with some lingering misgiving."Tell thy Dad if thou hast rid him."She gave him a look askance under her long fringed lids--a surly yet half-slyly relenting look,because she wanted to get her way of him,and had the cunning wit and shrewdness of a child witch.
"Ay!"quoth she."Put me up--Dad!"
He was not a man of quick mind,his brain having been too many years bemuddled with drink,but he had a rough instinct which showed him all the wondrous shrewdness of her casting that last word at him to wheedle him,even though she looked sullen in the saying it.It made him roar again for very exultation.
