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"
Drink
on
,
my
master
,
"
he
answered
.
"
It
wo
n't
hurt
you
.
You
'll
die
with
a
sound
stomach
.
"
"
You
mean
mine
is
an
iron-lined
stomach
?
"
I
wilfully
misunderstood
him
.
"
I
mean
--
"
he
began
with
a
quick
peevishness
,
then
broke
off
as
he
realized
my
teasing
and
with
a
pout
of
his
withered
lips
draped
my
new
sable
cloak
upon
a
chair-back
.
"
Eight
hundred
ducats
,
"
he
sneered
.
"
A
thousand
goats
and
a
hundred
fat
oxen
in
a
coat
to
keep
you
warm
.
A
score
of
farms
on
my
gentleman
's
fine
back
.
"
"
And
in
that
a
hundred
fine
farms
,
with
a
castle
or
two
thrown
in
,
to
say
nothing
,
perhaps
,
of
a
palace
,
"
I
said
,
reaching
out
my
hand
and
touching
the
rapier
which
he
was
just
in
the
act
of
depositing
on
the
chair
.
"
So
your
father
won
with
his
good
right
arm
,
"
Pons
retorted
.
"
But
what
your
father
won
he
held
.
"
Here
Pons
paused
to
hold
up
to
scorn
my
new
scarlet
satin
doublet
--
a
wondrous
thing
of
which
I
had
been
extravagant
.
"
Sixty
ducats
for
that
,
"
Pons
indicted
.
"
Your
father
'd
have
seen
all
the
tailors
and
Jews
of
Christendom
roasting
in
hell
before
he
'd
a-paid
such
a
price
.
"
And
while
we
dressed
--
that
is
,
while
Pons
helped
me
to
dress
--
I
continued
to
quip
with
him
.
"
It
is
quite
clear
,
Pons
,
that
you
have
not
heard
the
news
,
"
I
said
slyly
.
