Part 33 (1/2)
”Fear not, it is I--Walter”
”Oh, er restrained, and ere locked in each other's arht to travel unto Heaven
”Have a care, , lest thou dost destroy that sahly saturated”
Then I kissed the fair Mary as she still stood by Frederick's side, laughing and weeping both at once
”My dear friend,” said Harleston, ”much am I joyed to see thee thus free froh ere this I did fear to say so--I tell thee truly, I never thought to see thee here this night”
”But why?” I asked ”'Twas thou which sent the letter that did give unto me--with the noble assistance of this brave friend here--my liberty,” and I slapped Michael--who had tied the horses beneath the trees by the corner of the building, and now stood near e arm
”Do but come in and close the door, and I will tell thee all, in as feords as possible; for the time we have is short”
”Art not afraid to flee with me, my fair one?” I asked; and I drew Hazel closer todown the hall
”Nay, nay, Walter dear; to the end of the world would I go with thee
When love, such as is mine, is in the heart it leaveth no room for fear Mine only desire now is that we may, with all expediency, avoid our enemies; and when the Earl of Richmond doth conquer the bloody Richard, then may we return to happiness and have our drea love,” I murmured, as I stooped and kissed her forehead
The ex-Queen had waited up the whole long night that shefrom the Tower Hoorn and sorrow-stricken she did look as I knelt and kissed her hand
”I thank God, Sir Walter, that thou hast escaped the murderous boar,”
she said, in her kind and motherly way
”So do I too, reat effort and redee Edward, your noble husband When ood friend here and I rode froive unto us each a present worthy of the giver At that ti that ever did transgress upon your royal son, our late la Much tied; but if the life within ainst his cruel and bloody murderer”
”Ay, ay, ill,” assented Frederick
”He'll doie fer the rowled Michael froriot my faithful squire, until his voice recalled hi that thou wilt permit me to est arth are all that do unite in this, your faithful servant” And I led Michael, who blushed like a maiden, before Elizabeth
She spoke soave him her hand to kiss
On his knee his head was still as high as hers
Gently he kissed the dainty fingers lying in his hty palm, and then he arose without a word
Why, oh why, are not the kings and rulers of men born with hearts like Michael's? Thy praises, ohbyupon the sy harp, in place of the task, so full of possibilities, being left to the feeble hand of such an one as I But then, who knows as well as thine old reat heart whose every throb is one of loyalty?
But co in the path where lies thy story, and tarry not, like so some news that helps thee not unto thy destination
”I have more ill news for thee, Sir Walter,” said Elizabeth, when Michael had arisen and resuer the object on which we all did gaze