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The wheel was a pretty one, and was inlaid with some bright metal, and when Thora rose from her chair she was still holding a handful of fine snowy wool. Her blue-robed and blue-eyed loveliness appeared to fill the room as she stood erect and smiling, watching her mother and aunt.
"Where am I?" I asked; for I could not understand how I came to be lying in the bottom of a little sailing boat with my limbs all aching and trembling. And Jessie and Thora were at my side Jessie steering, and Thora holding the rope of the little lug sail. How did it all come about?
"I will not name my fear, lest I call it to me." Then she rose and went to the door and Thora followed her, and by this time, Ragnor and the Bishop were at the garden gate. Very soon the Bishop was holding their hands, and Rahal found when he released her hand that he had left a letter in it. Yet for a moment she hardly noticed the fact, so shocked was she at the expression of her husband's face.
She thought a little on this subject and then decided Ian ought to be talked to about it. Her lover's neglect of the Sabbath was the next question, for Thora was a true and loving daughter of the Church of England. Episcopacy was the kernel of her faith. She believed all bishops were just like Bishop Hedley and that the most perfect happiness was found in the Episcopal Communion.
So I thanked him, and he bade me ask his steward for horses if I would, and I went straight to Osmund from his presence. "I think it will be a more pleasant ride than our last," said Thora. "Yet that is one that I shall not forget." Then I tried to say that I hoped she did not regret it either, but I minded me of the loved nurse she had to leave, and was silent in time.
Dust to dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came A portion of the Eternal which must glow Through time and change unalterably the same. Our endless need is met by God's endless help. At her room door Thora bid her mother good night. Rahal desired to talk with her, but the girl shook her head and said wearily, "I want to think, Mother.
Beaton admitted that it "fit like a glove" and that she should insist on her niece Helen going to Mrs. Scott. With many scattering, delaying remarks and good wishes, the lady finally bid Thora good-bye and Mrs. Ragnor went downstairs with her. Then Thora eagerly lifted two letters that had come in her father's mail and been sent home to her. One was from Ian.
I must ask thee some questions." "Very well, sir. Thora, I hope, is all right?" "No. She has been very ill." "Then let me go to her, sir, at once." "Later, I will see about that." "Later is too late, let us go at once. If Thora is sick " "Be patient. It is not well to talk of women on the street. No wise man, who loves his womenkin, does that."
While Vedder and Ragnor were discussing this incident, and comparing it with Cleopatra at the head of her fleet and Boadicea at the head of her British army and Queen Elizabeth at Tewksbury reviewing her army, Mrs. Ragnor and Thora left the room. Ian quickly followed. There was a bright fire in the parlour, and the piano was open.
On the day before I rode to Odda, who had already drawn his men to the Petherton ridge above Bridgwater, and told him what the king's word was. Then I went on up the long side of the Quantocks, and spoke in the Maytime woods with Thora, telling her for she was a warrior's daughter, and was worthy of a warrior's love that I must be at the king's side.
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