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CHAPTER II - THE TWO OATHS–––––––– Sir Daniel was in the hall; there he paced angrily before the fire, awaiting d**k’s arrival. None was by except Sir Oliver, and he sat discreetly backward, thumbing and muttering over his breviary. “Y’ have sent for me, Sir Daniel?” said young Shelton. “I have sent for you, indeed,” replied the knight. “For what cometh to mine ears? Have I been to you so heavy a guardian that ye make haste to credit ill of me? Or sith that ye see me, for the nonce, some worsted, do ye think to quit my party? By the mass, your father was not so! Those he was near, those he stood by, come wind or weather. But you, d**k, y’ are a fair-day friend, it seemeth, and now seek to clear yourself of your allegiance.” “An’t please you, Sir Daniel, not so,” returned d**k, firmly.