The mother
lifted it for him while giving the twins a tearful flash of command.
Unconsciously Ramsey put up hers as Lucian's left suddenly caught
Julian's right and he held up both it and his own.
But neither the boy nor Ramsey nor the old nurse felt assured, and all
three were glad when the mother asked:
"You swear?"
Julian stood mute but, "With that provision," said Lucian, "we swear."
"So help you God?" insisted the mother, and while she spoke and the
twins bowed, the narrow door let some one in.
"Is that Hugh Courteney?" asked the boy. "You're just in time, Hugh. The
feud's off."
"Oh, there's no feud, Basile," tenderly murmured Hugh.
"No, it's off, thank God. I got it off. The twins have just sworn it
off. Shake hands, boys. Come, you first, Jule."
But Lucian led, with a certain alacrity, Julian following with less.
"Now take my hand, Hugh." The voice was failing but once more it
rallied. "Give it to him, sis'.... Thank you.... Keep it, Hugh
Courteney. I love a brave man's hand. We heard you singing, Hugh. My!
but you've got grit. I wish you belonged to Gideon's band yourself.
You're braver than most men, though most men'll always think they're
braver than you."
Hugh could only dry the damp from the cold brow. He grew fiercely
ashamed not so much of his tears, which those around him were too
tearful to observe, as of the boy's praises, before which he could only
stand dumb.
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