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A fortnight only had passed since the scenes described in our last chapter, and we must again take our readers to Aescendune.
It was the hour of the evening meal in the castle hall where so lately Hugo sat in his pride, and in his place sat his youthful rival, Wilfred.
Scarcely of age, the vicissitudes of his life had made a man of him before