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Updated: May 12, 2025
The father and his murdering minions, alike fearful of encountering Branchimont and slaying their chieftain's daughter; the red and streaming torches blending with the silver moonlight that fell full upon the fixed countenance of their entrapped victim and the distracted form of his devoted mistress. There was a dead, still pause.
The landscape before her, which was picturesque and richly wooded, consisted of the en-closed chase of Charolois; but her jailers had taken due care that her chamber should not command a view of the castle of Branchimont. The valley and all its moving life were indeed entirely shut out from her. Often the day vanished without a human being appearing in sight.
'Hist! hist! said a familiar voice, 'all is right, lady but why did you not answer us? 'Ah! Theodore, where is my Lothair? 'Lord Branchimont is shaded by the trees give me thy hand, sweet lady. Courage! all is right; but indeed you should have answered us. Imogene de Charolois is in the arms of Lothair de Branchimont. 'We have no time for embraces, said Theodore; 'the horses are ready.
He advanced, but a wild shriek arrested his extended sword; and as thus they stood, all alike prepared for combat, yet all motionless, an arrow glanced over the shoulder of the Count and pierced Lord Branchimont to the heart. His sword fell from his grasp, and he died without a groan.
'I would I were a knight like Lord Branchimont; as tall as a lance, and as strong as a lion; and such a fine beard too! 'It is indeed a beard, Theodore, said the Lady Imogene. 'When wilt thou have one like it? 'Another summer, perchance, said Theodore, passing his small palm musingly over his smooth chin.
Alas! whither can we fly? 'Sweet love! I pray thee listen: to Italy. At the court of my cousin, the Duke of Milan, we shall be safe and happy. What care I for Branchimont, and all its fortunes? And for that, my vassals are no traitors. If ever the bright hour arrive when we may return in joy, trust me, sweet love, my flag will still wave on my father's walls. 'Oh, Lothair! why did we meet?
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