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Updated: June 5, 2025
If better-balanced minds than the mind of Hercules Halfman, striving to conjure up the image of their dreams, had looked upon the face, upon the form, of Brilliana Harby, they might well have been willing to let imagination rest and be contented with the living flesh.
"I thank you," Brilliana said. "You are a faithful servant. Seek wine and food and rest." Thoroughgood saluted her and went out. He looked fagged to exhaustion. In the passage he found Tiffany, kissing-kind. Brilliana opened the letter and read it slowly. Then she gave a cry. "Pray you read, lady," Evander said, composedly. Brilliana complied in a hard, set voice.
He glanced coldly at Brilliana. "Lady, we shall not need your attendance." Brilliana made her master a deep reverence. "I take my leave, your Majesty." She went close to Evander. "Can you forgive me?" she begged. Evander looked into her wet eyes joyously. "Read in my heart that I thank God to have known you, loved you."
Evander gave him a glance, and then, returning to Brilliana, said, with a manner of amused contempt, "You have a very ungracious gardener." Sir Blaise's pink face purpled; Sir Blaise's hand swung to the hilt of his sword. Evander seemed to have forgotten his existence and to await quietly any further favor of speech from Brilliana. My Lady Mischief, much diverted, judged it time to intervene.
From what Sir Blaise had already seen of Halfman he found him very little to his mind, but he reflected that he had come on a mission, that Brilliana was nowhere in sight, and that Halfman, who had served her during the siege, might very well direct him where he should find her.
"You are a determined young woman," the King said, with a faint smile, "if you think so lightly of the privacy of your King." Brilliana flung herself on her knees in a moment, her hands clasped, her eyes shining with honest tears. "Your Majesty!" she cried; "your Majesty, I would never have dared this if I were not a woman very deep in love, if my lover were not in danger, and if " She paused.
I am almost sad to think you quit us so soon, enemy though you be." While Halfman had been babbling, Evander had again been busy with his staff. Halfman had paid no heed to his actions, being far too deep in his own phrases. Had he been attentive he might have noticed that at first Evander wrote on the green grass, as vainly as he might have written in water, a word, a name: Brilliana.
Through the yew portal Halfman came, gravity reigning in his eyes and slaking their wild fire. He saluted Brilliana with the deep reverence he always showed to his fair general. Brilliana turned to her adjutant eagerly: "Master Halfman, Master Halfman," she cried, "how do you measure our rebel?" Halfman's gravity lightened amazingly at the thought of his prisoner.
Is not this well argued, Sir Blaise?" "Socrates could not have bettered it," commended Sir Blaise. "We arrive, therefore, at the strange conclusion," said Brilliana, judicially, "that each of you is at the same time an honest Cavalier and a dishonest Roundhead.
A snare was set for Captain Cloud " he paused. "By whom?" cried Brilliana, the woman eager for her lover. Something like a smile came to Halfman's face. "That I may not say. I was privy to the plot. But I walked into the trap myself. I fear, sir, you will find a hole in your mantle." "You wore my cloak?" Evander asked, in wonder. "You died for me?" "Ah, why did you not warn?" Brilliana cried.
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