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From: | May Colon |
Subject: | [grt-talk] all-clear gloriously |
Date: | Thu, 21 Sep 2006 04:16:02 +0300 |
Hemust go through with the course to which he was
predestined. Illusion, no doubt, but it was better than the grim reality of
to-day.
Who and what are you and what was yourupbringing?
Butlearning having made the promise could not give him fulfilment. Then up to Yule I
hunt the fox and badger and get the pikeout of the river. What runaway match, what
crazy romance, had brought him to birth?
And he was to be their tool,because he had the
blood of the ancient kings in him. He thought of his happy carelesschildhood with
irritation.
He did not like the dust of the arena, and he did
notvalue the laurels. You are now the onlychild of your fathers house. Was there no
need of change in theconsecrated fabric? A new-comer had ordered a meal, with an
observing eye upon themercers fare. It is the day of recompense, my masters, and
blessedbe the eyes which shall see it.
He halted at the spring by the verderers lodge, and
turned at thesound of hoofs behind him. Peter, as he looked on him,felt his
curiosity changing to awe.
A steady fire burned in his pale eyes, a fire
ofenthusiasm, or, it might be, of hate.
Peter had a sense of a great cloud of darkness
encumbering him, acloak at once black and stifling. It represented a world of grace
and simplicity æonsremoved from the turbid present. If a packof citizens can decide
the disposition of the crown what becomes ofthe Lords anointing? Will there be more
peace and happiness, think you? Come to think ofit, Sabine is as near kin to your
deceased lady as to me.
I have heard that he was a soldier whofell in the
wars oversea.
Having found you, I have much to tell
you.
Darcymaybe, and unnamed lords in the north . The
blanket of the dark was very thick about him. Granted abuses many; these must be set
in order bya firm hand. Was there no need of change in theconsecrated fabric?
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