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The Historical Nights' Entertainment by Rafael Sabatini
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For a moment her utterance was checked by sobs. Then she controlled
herself again by an effort so piteous to behold that even the
flinty-hearted Ruthven was moved to some compassion.

"Forgive this weakness in me, who am very weak, for very soon I am
to be brought to bed as you well know, and I am in no case to offer
resistance to any. I have no more to say, my lords. Since you
promise on your side that you will put all disloyalty behind you,
I pledge myself to remit and pardon all those that were banished
for their share in the late rising, and likewise to pardon those
that were concerned in the killing of Seigneur Davie. All this
shall be as if it had never been. I pray you, my lords, make your
own security in what sort you best please, and I will subscribe it."

Morton proffered her the document they had prepared. She conned
it slowly, what time they watched her, pausing ever and anon to
brush aside the tears that blurred her vision. At last she nodded
her lovely golden head.

"It is very well," she said. "All is here as I would have it be
between us." And she turned to Darnley. "Give me pen and ink,
my lord."

Darnley dipped a quill and handed it to her. She set the
parchment on the little pulpit at her side. Then, as she bent to
sign, the pen fluttered from her fingers, and with a deep,
shuddering sigh she sank back in her chair, her eyes closed, her
face piteously white.

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