Beltane the Smith by Jeffery Farnol
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"Aye, verily thou hast said, dear my lady."
"Love you me yet?" "Truly thou knowest that I love thee." "Thou hast heard, Godric, how that my counsellors have long desired me to wed with Duke Ivo, and do yet await my answer to his suit--nay hearken! So to-night shall my mind be known in the matter once and for all! Come, my Godric, arm you and saddle two horses--come!" "Nay, sweet my lady, what would ye?" "Fly hence with thee, my Godric! Come--the horses!" "Fly from Mortain, and thou the Duchess? Nay, dear lady, 'tis madness, bethink thee! O dear my Mistress--O little Helen that I have cherished all thy days, bethink thee--do not this thing--" "Godric, did not the Duke, my father, strictly charge thee to follow ever my call?" "Aye, my lady." "Then follow now!" And so she turned and beckoned, and Godric perforce followed after. Hand in hand they went a-down the winding stair, down, to the great, dim courtyard that whispered to their tread. And, thereafter, mounting in haste, the Duchess galloped from Mortain, unheeding stern old Godric |
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