The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction by Various
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the king's fierce refusal to listen, he said with irritation:
"Thou art setting that mischief on foot thou wilt afterwards wish thou hadst stopped, though it had cost thee a limb. Rash, blinded man, forbear!" "Away, away," cried the king, stamping. "The sun has risen on the dishonour of England, and it is not yet avenged. Ladies and priests withdraw, for by St. George, I swear--" "Swear _not!_" said the voice of one who now entered-- "Ho! my learned Hakim," said the king, "come, I hope, to tax our generosity." "I come to request instant speech with you--instant." "Retire then, Berengaria," said the monarch. "Nay, renew not thy importunities--nay, this I give to thee--the execution shall not be till high noon. Edith, go--if you are wise." The females hurried from the tent, and El Hakim made his humble prayer for the knight about to die. The king hardening himself as the leech assumed a more lofty tone: "Know, then," he said, "that through every court of Europe and Asia will I denounce thee as thankless and ungenerous." Richard turned fiercely from him. |
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