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It was therefore with a sincere feeling of reverence that she knelt before Elizabeth, who had shown herself at this time to be a true daughter of the lion-hearted Plantagenets. "Ye bear messages from the lord admiral," cried the queen somewhat anxiously. "Rise, Edward Devereaux, and deliver thyself of them."
Save thyself!" "Never!" came from Devereaux valiantly, and he supported her with his arm. "Lean on me. The wharf is not far distant. Courage!" As they neared the other side a low whistle sounded, which the lad answered in like manner. Then indistinctly the form of a man became visible on the opposite bank. Again the whistle came, and a line was thrown out to them.
"Come! let us go down to the bonny laddie who, even if he be thine enemy is more real than dreams." Francis composed herself and followed the woman into the garden where Edward Devereaux already wandered. As she answered his greeting with a slight smile the youth ventured to enter into conversation. "Hast heard the report?" he began eagerly.
Staying only long enough to see that there was no probability of saving the hair, Francis dashed through the arras, and fled through chamber after chamber trying to find an exit. "This way," she heard a voice call as, bewildered and confused, she paused, not knowing which way to turn. To her amazement, Edward Devereaux stood in a door of a chamber beckoning to her.
At last the portal leading to the roof was opened, and Edward Devereaux's voice sounded in a low whisper: "Francis!" "I am here," answered the girl thrilled by the call. "Then come!" Gladly she obeyed, and ascended the short flight of steps, and soon stood beside the form of Devereaux on the roof. "The sentinel," she whispered.
Amidst all the confusion incident to the announcement of the old seaman, Devereaux drew Francis aside and whispered entreatingly: "Francis, I implore thee to remain here. 'Tis not seemly that thou shouldst board ship. There will be fighting, and " "And thou wouldst have all the glory, Edward Devereaux," cried the girl unjust as she often was when indignant. "Dost thou think that I fear?
Why why She had read of one who signed with a butterfly above his name pictures that were called great. A thought that made her brain swim and her heart beat suffocatingly crashed upon her like a clap of thunder. She walked toward the mantel like one in a daze, until she stood directly before the painting. And it was his butterfly. And under it was his name: Peter Devereaux Champneys.
Thou hast been kind to me, Master Devereaux. And yet thou art mine enemy!" "Better an open enemy than a deceitful friend," quoth Edward sententiously. "Say no more, Francis Stafford. If I have been of service to thee, let it in some measure atone for my churlishness in killing that deer. But we must to our several abodes else we shall bring the displeasure of my lord chamberlain upon us.
Thus adjured Francis related the story of the shooting of the deer; the incident of the duel; spoke of the enmity that had always existed between the families of Staffords and Devereaux; narrated how Edward had favored her when the Lady Priscilla Rutland had stolen her hair; concluding with: "Therefore, thou seest, good Mistress Shelton, that there can be naught but enmity betwixt us twain.
"I know not why but I am so weak. Bethink you that I am dying, Master Devereaux?" "I understand it not," returned the lad much perturbed. "The wound is naught. See! I slashed the sleeve of thy doublet and examined it. The cut should tingle and smart as all such do when green, but there is naught in it that should cause thy death. Art thou still no better?" "Nay;" said Francis feebly.
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