Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1907-01-05
I fear naught for myself. But for

And, having thus aided the course
of love, Sir Harry removed himself.
His conduct is worthy stern reproof,
but mark what he did next!
Bertram he found alone and moody,
painting a coat-of-arms. Sir Harry
(oh, shameD dissembled a grin and
cried out fiercely:
"Bertram. l have sought you long!
Lad, the fellow Roger is fool. Why,
on the morrow they would go a-hawk.
ing on the hills"
tered with furrowed brow. For. the
danger was real, and he, the bred sol
der, knew 1t better than carpet
knight such as Roger de Belesme.
Observe that l do not defend Sir
Harry. His conduct was such as all
Nor now can / excuse him for de.
handing of his tailor four loose jerk
ms of yellow leather by the morrow's
noon. For what purpose we shall see
later on.
Now we come on the Steep bare
hills of the Welsh marshes, hard by
wheee Cwm now stands. See a knight
and lady riding, falcon on wrist
The hnisht peers about him every in
stant-is, in fact, apprehensive. Fol
lowed another knight, big man,
trotting easily, sparing his horse and
choosing the best of the turf.
Sir Harry foretold sport. Sport,
i
dismounted, and knight and lady
watch their falcons soar Behold,
from a gray limestone crag break a
troop of riders in the yellow jenkins
of Wales. They scream shrill, haply
in Welsh, and their long hair streams
in the wind as they gallop. Most hor-
rife are they. Fearsome the javelins
they hurl from afar.
To the saddle sprang Sir Roger
never man mounted at better speed
and dashed in his spurs and galloped
headlong away.
Ride, Elinor, ride!" he cried,
bravely.
But ride, alack. she could not, for
she had no horse. The whistling jaw
elins and the CLEAN of them had
frightened her palfrey, and it broke
away from her and fled.
The girl stood alone. straight and
very white, one gauntleted hand on
her heart Out from the hillside above
broke a great shout. Galloping madly
down rushed Bedivere and Sir Bert
ram, an avalanche of war.
The Welshmen pulled up, jerkily,
looked long at the knight, appeared
not to like the air of him. They shook
their heads, laughed, and galloped off
in the tracks of Sir Roger, who turned
his head and saw them and spurred
amain. For he judged that they had
slain the lady, and had no wish to be
with her in heaven for awhile.
To the Lady Elinor, thus easily
saved, came Sir Bertram, crying:
Are you hurt, lady?"
Faith, no." but she hung on his
hands and looked into his eyes long.
But without you, sir" she said soft
ly. Then: "He-he fled and left me-"
Coward he isl" said Bertram
|
ing!"
Il knew not, lady, nor knew you. "
"Ah, my knight" said the girl very
softly.
"The worst is not met" said Bert
ram, looking through the sunlight to
the yellow coats of the footmen. The
girl laughed low.
And then a most strange thing be
fell. Rose on the air roar
Points! Points!" Shoulder tc
shoulder, knee to knee cleaning in
chain mail, galloping down from the
hilltop came four knights. There were
Gilbert of Stoke, and Harold of Ken
ley, and Raoul de Dormont, and Harry
of Silvermere. How can / tell what
they were doing on the hills? Dowr
they came, and those footmen in vel
low stayed not to meet them-st at
tered, fed
This was not in the plaintiffs was
not at all in the plan," mutters Harry
refining up. And the four naughty
knights solemnly shook their head!
as over villains beyond all homes
mems wit.
Now they are riding back to Whit
church where King Edward has ar
rived in high good humor. Briskly ;
little troop he saw coming toward hin
across the mead.
The king went out to meet them
and the Lady Elinor fell before him il
curtsy and said in low voice:
$50 please you, my lord; but 70
this, my love"-she laid her hand OF
Bertram's arm and blushed-'T hat
been dead"
"By your leave, sir" cried Sir Harry
I'VE others were riding on TIL
march in hope of some small
ARRAY. Certain rogues in yellow
we saw beset the lady, and tn
coward, Sir Roger, fled. We, alack
were too far from these knayeS to aiC