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Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa), 1862-1921

"The White Ladies of Worcester A Romance of the Twelfth Century"


She fondled the palfrey's nose, laying her cheek against his neck. For
the moment it became imperative that she should hide her happy eyes
even from this faithful fellow, in whom she had learned to place entire
confidence.
"Icon, brave and beautiful!" she whispered. "Thou hast carried me here
where I longed to be. Thy feet were well-nigh as swift as my desire."
Then she turned, speaking quickly and low.
"Martin, where is my husband? Where shall I find Sir Hugh?"
"My lady," said Martin, "I saw him last in the armoury."
"The armoury?" she questioned.
"A chamber opening out of the great hall, facing toward the west, with
steps leading down into the garden."
"Even as my chamber?"
"The armoury door faces the door of your chamber, Countess. The width
of the hall lies between."
"Can I reach my chamber without entering the hall, or passing the
armoury windows? I would rid me of my travel-stains, before I make my
presence known to Sir Hugh."
"Pass round to the right, and through the buttery; then you reach the
garden and the steps up to your chamber from the side beyond the
armoury."
"Good. Tell no one of my presence, Martin. I have here the key of my
chamber. Has Sir Hugh asked for it?"
"Nay, my lady; nor guessed how often we rode hither. We reached the
castle scarce two hours ago. The Knight bathed, and changed his dusty
garments; then dined alone. After which he went into the armoury.


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