Chivalry: Dizain des Reines

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BEFRIENDED BY A PRIEST, WHO IN CHIEF THROUGH A CHILD'S INNOCENCE, CO

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e five years, a gaunt hermit, notoriously consecrate, whom neighboring Welshmen revered as the Blessed Evraw

them. Sometimes would come into his hut Belphegor in the likeness of a butler, and whisper, "Sire, had you been King, as was your right, you had drunk to-day not water

hair and large blue eyes. She wore a massive crown which seemed too heavy for her frailness to sustain. Sof

to fear he was a little mad because ev

ong cloak of black. He tethered his black horse and he came noiselessly through the doorway of the hut, and upo

e, Messire Edward Maude

er Maudelain knew that this at least was no demon. "Greeting

. What matter, then, if the dead receive me?" A

red hair. He now regarded Maudelain. He displayed peculiarly wide-set brown eyes; and their gaze was tender, and the tears somehow had come to Maudelain's eyes because of his great love f

years ago," he mused, "this hair was turned to dust. God keep us all!" Then he saw the tall lean emissary puffed out like a candle-flame; and upon the floor he saw the

" Hair by hair he scattered upon the floor that which he held. "Time is! and I have not need of any token to spur my mem

eks later he came to Sunninghill; and it happened that the same mor

Richard the Second, so strangely favored by their physical resemblance, and the subseque

nt of the story in hand, that Nicolas de Caen attributes a large part of this mysterious business to the co-operancy of Isabel of Valois, King Richard's eleven year old wife. And (shoul

believe his "EPILOGUE," had the best of reasons for knowing that the prisoner locked up in Pontefract Castle in the February of 1400, after Harry of De

men-at-arms

he did this, one of the soldiers closed the door securely. "Nay, eat your

ly he smote upon his breast. "Mea culpa! O Eternal Father, do Thou shrive me very quickly of

h, they had told me I would find a king

are all we sprung; old records attest it; and fickle and cold and ravenous and without fear are all our race until the end. Hah, until the end! O God of Gods!" this Maudelain cried, with a great voice, "wilt Thou dare bid a man die patiently, having aforetime filled his veins with such a venom? For I lack

g was a bloody business, for in that dark and crowded room Maudelai

d entrapped; so that presently he was all hacked and bleeding, though as yet he had no morta

udelain, and he laughed terribly. "What, even you! Why, look ye, my bol

from which (they thought) King Richard had just risen, and they saw Exton standing erect in this chair, with both arms

uing stillness, and it was he who ble

e. "I charge you all to witness," he faintly said, "how will

ter, saith he! and dares in extremis to pervert Holy Scripture like any Wycliffite! Well, he is as dead as that first Caesar now, and our gracious King,

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