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The Romans were trained soldiers, while their opponents were wild and undisciplined savages, but the Britons were fighting for their homes and freedom, and that made them very brave. Among the British leaders the noblest was a chieftain of the name of Caradoc, or as the Romans called him, Caractacus.
He called hastily on a young and ambitious bard, named Caradoc of Menwygent, whose rising fame was likely soon to vie with the established reputation of Cadwallon, and summoned him to sing something which might command the applause of his sovereign and the gratitude of the company. The young man was ambitious, and understood the arts of a courtier.
'Take two stout men-at-arms with you, then, said Arthur, 'and say to this Sir Caradoc that if he come not back with thee to answer unto me, I will come and take his life and burn his evil tower to the ground.
"Where are we?" asked Madden, amazed. "What do they do here? I never saw so much machinery before in so small a space." Caradoc was stooping over a heavy metal box down at the floor level at the side of the desk. It was one of a series of such boxes. "We're inside of that submarine you saw enter a few hours ago," explained the Englishman shortly. Leonard stared around with new eyes.
Presently Caradoc cut in with: "It's not so much how the Minnie B got here, as it is how we are going to handle her." "We'll man her and sail home," said Greer. "We'll have to ballast her first," declared Leonard. "She won't run this way." "We have enough coal on the dock for that, sir."
And meagrely we reared our living from the ground, and sold our poor herbs to Sir Caradoc his steward, or to the people in the villages in the marsh about us. But soon the Lord Caradoc desired the land on which our little hut was standing, to make his lands the broader.
Caradoc lay limp and motionless, with a dark stain slowly spreading on the boards under his head. "Tell me about this," commanded Leonard, thrusting a hand under the prostrate man's shirt and feeling for his heart. The request set loose a babble. "'E did it 'isself, sor!" "Split hopen 'is own 'ead, right enough!" "W'ack, 'e took 'isself, w'ack!" "Aye, that 'e did, sor!"
Short as they are individually, the collection in the Myvyrian Archaeology occupies more than one hundred and seventy pages of double columns. We will give some specimens, beginning with personal triads, and giving the first place to one of King Arthur's own composition: "I have three heroes in battle: Mael the tall, and Llyr, with his army, And Caradoc, the pillar of Wales."
Through æons of reincarnation a love like this runs on." I paused awhile, then added, with an effort to smile. "Don't you remember even one or two former lives, dear? "... happy we lived and happy we loved And happy at last we died; And deep in the rift of a Caradoc drift We slumbered side by side.
This was Jacques Caradoc, who had entered the room a few minutes before, in company with his friend Redfeather and Louis Peltier. "Right, sir! That's fact, straight up and down," said he, in an approving tone. "Ha! Jacques, my good fellow, is that you? Redfeather, my friend, how are you?" said Mr Kennedy, turning round and grasping a hand of each.
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