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Updated: June 12, 2025
Several small streams run to the sea here, and at Poltesco the sands are broken by a gorge of lonely and romantic charm, with a charming cascade, opening into Carleon Cove. There was a serpentine factory here once, but it is deserted; the water-wheel turns no longer.
All the supremely refined delicacy of tenderness, expressed in so many fine lines of verse by Carleon Anthony, grew to the size of a passion filling with inward sobs the big frame of the man who had never in his life read a single one of those famous sonnets singing of the most highly civilized, chivalrous love, of those sonnets which . . . You know there's a volume of them.
They were lost in the forest, on their way to the great tournament at Carleon. Then the lost maidens caught sight of the knight, lying half-asleep under the oak-tree. 'He will be able to show us the way, they said joyfully to one another, for they guessed that he too was on his way to the tournament.
The late Carleon Anthony, the poet, sang in his time of the domestic and social amenities of our age with a most felicitous versification, his object being, in his own words, "to glorify the result of six thousand years' evolution towards the refinement of thought, manners and feelings." Why he fixed the term at six thousand years I don't know.
Also in the hall they were met by another woe, for there on a couch lay stretched the Lady Carleon smitten with some dread sickness which caused blood to flow from her mouth and ears. A physician was bending over her, for by good fortune one had been found. Sir Geoffrey asked him what ailed his wife.
Coventry Patmore is said to be the poet alluded to as Carleon Anthony, and there are distinct judgments on feminism and the new woman, some wholesome truths uttered at a time when man has seemingly shrivelled up in the glorified feminine vision of mundane things. The moral is to be found on page 447.
"You have leave to go, Sir Hugh, who deserve much more, having served us well," went on the King. "We'll give you letters to Sir Geoffrey Carleon, who represents us there, and through him to the Doge. Farewell to you, Sir Hugh de Cressi, and to you, Captain Richard the Archer. When all this game is played, return and make report to us of your adventures, and of how de Noyon died.
Bide you here and talk with my lady, if it so pleases you, for I would show you my letter ere we bid good-night, and the thing is pressing. We must catch Cattrina before he gets wind of your presence in Venice." "How long is it since you have seen England, Sir Hugh?" asked Dame Carleon languidly.
And when the King had listened to the young man's story, and had seen his beauty and strength, he gladly made him his knight. Then Pelleas was ready to begin his adventures. He would go to Carleon, where, for three days, the King's tournament was to be held. The King had promised a golden circlet and a good sword to the knight who showed himself the strongest.
"I thank you for your goodness, Lady Carleon," said Hugh when she was herself again; then paused, for he knew not what to add. "Not so, Sir Hugh, not so; 'tis for your sakes in truth since you remember you never told me what you would wish done afterward. Your possessions also where are they to be sent? Doubtless you have money and other things of value. Be sure that they shall be sealed up.
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