“Dogs, off—off!”
A scoffing voice answered him across the mere.
“Who catches—holds.”
Merlin came out from behind the hazels, and stood watching the men struggling with Isoult. Her hair fell all about her as they half carried and half dragged her up the bank to where Merlin stood. Three more men came out of the thicket. An old cloak was thrown about Isoult, and the men closed round her, hiding her from Fulk’s view.
Merlin looked over the water.
“If the stag follows the doe, he shall give up his antlers.”
CHAPTER XXXIII
Fulk ran back into the great hall, caught up his sword from the table, but did not tarry to think of shield or helmet.
His rage blew like a north wind, and his face met it, bleak and grim.
“God!”