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He said, therefore, unto the Chylde Wynde "Strong art thou in battle, son of my brother; the mighty bend before thy spear, and thy javelins pierce through the shields of our enemies. As an eagle descendeth on its prey, so rusheth my kinsman to the onset. But thou hast no nation to serve thee no throne to offer for my daughter's hand.
The birds of heaven sang over her head, and before her the sea-birds wheeled in myriads, countless as the sand upon the shore, like burnished clouds over the adjacent isles. Their bright wings flashed in the sun, like the fitful fires that light the northern heavens. The warrior Chylde drew near where the princess sat. There was gloom and sorrow on his brow.
Thus died Hetty Hutter, one of those mysterious links between the material and immaterial world, which, while they appear to be deprived of so much that it is esteemed and necessary for this state of being, draw so near to, and offer so beautiful an illustration of the truth, purity, and simplicity of another. "A baron's chylde to be begylde! it were a cursed dede: To be felawe with an outlawe!
How the heart of my Saccharissa throbbed at the thought of bearing the elevated name of Chylde and being admitted to the sacred circles of fashion, as peer of the most elevated in social position! I found no difficulty in getting a liberal credit from my tailor.
For these I exchanged the name and social position of a Chylde, and my own, I trust, not unattractive person. I deemed that I gave myself away dirt-cheap, excuse again the colloquialism; the transaction seems to require such a phrase, for there is no doubt that Mr. Mellasys was greatly objectionable.
But the winds obeyed not her voice, and the sea was still. In the bay of Budle lay the vessels of the Chylde Wynde, and the weapons of his warriors flashed in the sunbeams and upon the sea. Therefore was the spirit of Queen Bethoc troubled. It was troubled lest the enchantment should be broken Agitha delivered from the spell, and her wrongs avenged.
His voice was to her as the music of water brooks to the weary and fainting traveller dear as the shout of triumph to a conquering king. Great was the Chylde Wynde among the heroes of Bernicia. He had honoured the shield of his father. He had rendered his sword terrible.
My mother is a good, faithful creature. She looks up to me as a Bratley should to a Chylde. She appreciates the honor my father did her by his marriage, and I by my birth. I have frequently remarked a touching fidelity of these persons of the lower classes of society toward those of higher rank. "I would make any sacrifice in the world," she said, "to help you, my dear A " "Hush!" I cried.
"Surely," said they, "when the Chylde Wynde cometh, his sword, which maketh the brave to fall and bringeth down the mighty, will break the enchantment." And the burden of the songs was "Return, O valiant Chylde, conqueror of nations thou who makest kings captives, return! Free the enchanted! Deliver the beautiful!"
"O king!" answered the Chylde "thou who holdest the fate of princes in thy hands, and the shadow of whose sceptre stretcheth over many nations the uplifting of whose arm turneth the tide of battle swear unto me, by the spirit of mighty Woden, that while I am doing that which thou requirest, and ere I can return to lay a crown at thy feet, swear that thou will not bless another king, for an offered kingdom, with the hand of Agitha, in whom my soul liveth!"
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