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Updated: May 2, 2025
I do not speak of our mountains, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen thousand feet high, and our Yukon, flowing for more than two thousand miles through a country almost virgin still." "You travel about up here a good deal?" "He travels all ze time. He will not rest," said Father Brachet as one airing an ancient grievance. "Yes, I will rest now a little.
Sir," saith the damsel, "Command that the shield be hung on this column and that the brachet be put in the Queen's chamber with the maidens. We will go on our way, for here have we been long enough."
And so mounted upon horseback and rode towards Camelot a long while. With that they heard a knight call loud that came after them, and he said, Knight, abide and yield my brachet that thou took from my lady.
Nicholas' mental processes may not have been flattering, but their clearness was unmistakable. If Father Brachet was jealous of the rival holy man's revenue, it was time to bring out the presents. Ol' Chief had a fine lynx-skin over his arm. He advanced at a word from Nicholas, and laid it down before the Father.
At this the young maid wept yet more bitterly than she had wept for her hound, and cried aloud, "Alas, if so goodly a man should spend his life for my little brachet!" So she took his head upon her knee and cherished him and beat the palms of his hands, and the hound licked his face. And when Martimor opened his eyes he saw the face of the maid that it was fair as any flower.
For they got breakfast when they were at home, those pampered mission dogs. "And now we will show you our store-house, our caches " While Father Brachet looked in the bunch for the key he wanted, a native came by with a pail. He entered the low building on the left, leaving wide the door. "What? No! Is it really? No, not really!" The Colonel was more excited than the Boy had ever seen him.
Messire Ywain laid hold on the shield and took it off the damsel's neck by leave of the King, and hung it on the column in the midst of the hall, and one of the Queen's maidens taketh the brachet and carrieth him to the Queen's chamber. And the damsel taketh her leave and turneth again, and the King commendeth her to God.
"Oh yes," said Father Brachet, smiling, and arresting the impetuous movement. "Ziz is part of it." "Well," said the Boy, still hesitating, "they are sorry, you know, really sorry." "You sink so?" The question rang a little sceptically. "Yes, I do, and I'm in a position to know.
And the damsel saith to the brachet: "It was not this one I sent you back to fetch, but him that slew this knight." "Know you then, damsel, who hath slain him?" saith Messire Gawain. "Yea," saith she, "well! Lancelot of the Lake slew him in this forest, on whom God grant me vengeance, and on all them of King Arthur's court, for sore mischief and great hurt have they wrought us!
And the brachet leaveth of his questing. Messire Gawain seeth in the midst of house a knight that was stricken right through the breast unto the heart and there lay dead. A damsel was issuing forth of the chamber and bare the winding-sheet wherein to enshroud him. "Damsel," saith Messire Gawain, "Good adventure may you have!"
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