Son of Fury Page #2
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We'll sleep
on the road tonight.
And tomorrow it'll be new names,
a new life.
And the money I saved
will be good for a start.
Get some bread and cheese
from the kitchen.
How will we live
when our money's gone?
I'll find work.
There'll be other gunsmiths.
Work for a wage
in another man's shop?
I've done it before.
I can do it again.
- What could he do if he caught us?
- You'd go back to Breetholm.
And you, Grandfather?
Men have been
branded and jailed for less.
You'd risk that for me?
You're the beat
of my heart, Ben.
Come. It's late, and we have
a long road ahead of us.
No. We're not leaving.
- I'm going back to Breetholm.
- Ben, what are you sayin'?
He said I was a Blake
in all but name.
I'll show him.
I'll take whatever he has to give me,
and I'll mark it down.
And someday when I am master
of Breetholm, I'll give it back.
He can do with me
as he pleases...
but I'll never submit.
Say good-bye to me, Ben.
My tongue's stuck.
Well, we're almost ready,
milord.
- The vixens have whelped
a splendid lot of cubs this year.
- Indeed?
'Pon my soul, I don't believe
I've yet presented my daughter. Here she is.
Or shouldn't we be interrupting?
This is my daughter, Isabel.
Lord Tarrant. Lord Tarrant
rides with us today.
- Your servant, Mistress Isabel.
- Your servant, milord.
- Mr. Hobart of Foxcroft Hall.
- How do you do, milord?
- How do you do?
- I'll give you my black mare.
She's light, but well up
to your weight.
Where's that rascal Ben?
The mare should be here by now.
I'll go, Father.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Why isn't the mare
at the house?
She's an arbitrary female.
She lost a shoe and kept it a secret.
You'll never learn,
will you, Ben?
- What?
- How to be civil to your superiors.
I'm always civil...
to my superiors.
Now you grow rude
and impertinent.
You women are all alike
accusing someone else of your own failings.
Mistress Isabel, your father
is waiting for the mare.
She's ready.
I'll bring her out.
Master Hobart, tell my father
I'm not well enough to ride today.
- Oh, I say. I mean, what
- Just say it's a headache.
I shall be quite
recovered at tea.
Huh. Well, it's good to know when
you're going to get over them, isn't it?
You didn't say
you were sorry I was ill.
If you are, then I am.
You presume to think I feigned a headache
to stay here and talk to you?
I didn't say that either.
What think you
of Master Hobart?
I like his clothes.
Would you like
to know a secret?
He's asked for my hand.
Well, it's only
to be expected.
at every opportunity.
It should make your father
very pleased.
Whatever put that
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