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Meanwhile Eric was on the best of terms with the rest of the form, and such of the other boys as he knew, although, at first, his position as a home-boarder prevented his knowing many. Besides Russell, there were three whom he liked best, and respected most Duncan, Montagu, and Owen. They were very different boys, but all of them had qualities which well deserved his esteem.
Eric gave way with all his strength, and, as he pulled, when he was no more than five fathoms from her, the Raven vanished with a huge swirl. "Hold still," he said, "or we shall follow." Round spun the boat in the eddy, she was sucked down till the water trickled over her gunwale, and for a moment they knew not if they were lost or saved.
"Rufus," called a voice more musical to my ear than any bird song; and Frances was at my side with a troubled face. "He's conscious and talking, but I can't understand what he means. Neither can Miriam and Eric. I wish you would come in." I found the priest pale as the pillows against which he leaned, with glistening eyes gazing fixedly high above the lintel of the door.
He nodded over the brimming glass with a knowing "Well, chin-chin!" and subsided diagonally into a chair with his legs across one arm. "I thought Grierson's age and experience might save my play from further amateur surgery," Eric explained. "Tootaloo," chirped Manders resiliently and dragged a crumpled script from his pocket.
With the same war-blade on which Eric and Gudruda had pledged their troth, did Swanhild cut the locks that Eric had sworn no hand should clip except Gudruda's. He took back the sword and sheathed it, and, knotting the long tress, Swanhild hid it in her bosom. "Now drink the cup, Eric," she said "pledge me and go."
"It was nothing, Gudruda, but a vision of the snow an untimely dream that comes before the sleep. I grow cold and my eyes are heavy; kiss me once again." "It was no dream, Eric, and ever I doubt me of Swanhild, for I think she loves thee also, and she is fair and my enemy," says Gudruda, laying her snow-cold lips on his lips. "Oh, Eric, awake! awake! See, the snow is done."
Eric laid a hand fondly on the magnificent black "half breed," who had just enough mustang to give him the stamina and spirit and wildness characteristic of the Spanish-bred horse. "Keep him on a steady rein and he'll beat anything in the mountains. I'd never have sold him except ." He sighed, turning to the cattle horse.
"Perhaps I can explain that later," I interrupted, "from something mentioned at Lee's headquarters." "You! Oh, I wish you could, for their relationship has mystified me; has made me afraid something might be wrong with with Eric." "I think not, dear; say rather with Grant." "If that be so, then it may prove the key to all the mystery.
"Poor Eric! what shall I do if you leave?" said Wildney, putting his arm round Eric's neck. "Besides it's all my fault, hang it, that you got into this cursed row." "'The curse is come upon, me, cried The Lady of Shallott, "those words keep ringing in my ears," murmured Eric. "Well, Eric, if you are sent away, I know I shall get my father to take me too, and then we'll join each other somewhere.
When this cup was drunk, Asmund rose again, according to custom, and asked if none had an oath to swear as to some deed that should be done. For a while there was no answer, but presently Eric Brighteyes stood up. "Lord," he said, "I would swear an oath." "Set forth the matter, then," said Asmund. "It is this," quoth Eric.
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