Chapter 60

“And since when did ye give the wench our room and sleep in box bed?” With that he rushes in, and there they were. ’Twas hell let loose, and no mistake. He put such a curse on Sarn as I never heard nor shall hear. “And for all you’ve crept in the like of this, you shanna have the wench in wedlock,” he says. “You canna stop it,” says Sarn. “No power in the ’orld can stop it now.” “Yet stop it I will,” says the mester. “Hanna I cursed ye by fire and by water? Hanna I told ye you were born under the threepenny planet …