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"There wait the wives, to welcome the living victors." "Or search their lords among the dead!" answered Harold. "Who, Haco, if we fall, will search for us?" As the word left his lips, he saw, under a lonely thorn-tree, and scarce out of bowshot from the entrenchments, a woman seated. The King looked hard at the bended, hooded form. "Poor wretch!" he murmured, "her heart is in the battle!"
It was all very well for Mrs Puss to get up the great cedar-tree and put her paw down the great hole, but if it had been the thorn-tree, that was just coming out all over beautiful white scented blossoms, hanging in long silvery wreaths, Mrs Puss would have found out her mistake.
I understand that Bully the English Sparrow has become terribly nervous since the arrival of Butcher. He is particularly fond of English Sparrows. I presume it was one of Bully's children you saw in the thorn-tree, Peter. For my part I hope he'll frighten Bully into leaving the Old Orchard. It would be a good thing for the rest of us."
Her mother's remarks depressed her more than she could have thought it possible; the excitement of the morning was having its reaction, and she longed to go up to the solitude under the thorn-tree, where she had hoped to spend a quiet, thoughtful afternoon. Nancy came in to replace glasses and spoons in the cupboard. By some accident, the careful old servant broke one of the former.
"The next morn we heard Jock Binning told us that Mr. Ian had nearly drowned." "Almost ten years ago. Once twice thrice in ten years. How idly were they spent, those years!" "Oh," cried Elspeth, "they say that you have been to world's end and have gotten great learning!" "One comes home from all that to find world's end and great learning." Elspeth leaned from him, back against the thorn-tree.
One morning, when Olive had not seen Sara for a day or two, she was hastily summoned to their usual trysting-place, a spot by the river-side, where the two gardens met, and where an over-arching thorn-tree made a complete bower. Therein Sara stood, looking so pale and serious, that Olive remarked it. "Has anything happened?" "Nothing that is, nothing amiss. But oh, Olive, what do you think?
He raised his head, made a visible effort to rally his strength, and gasped out, "Yonder. Pass through the open space up the cliff, beside a thorn-tree; you will find her there, where she halted when the wand dropped from my hand. But but beware! Ha! you will serve me yet, and through her! They said so that night, though you heard them not. They said it!"
Known feature after known feature of the place rose before him, passed him, fell away. Here was the arm of the glen, and here was the pebbled cape and the thorn-tree. The winter water swirled around it, sang of cold and a hateful power. Here was the mouth of the glen. Here were the fields which had been green and then golden with ripe corn.
"Into the woods my Master went Clean forspent, forspent; Into the woods my Master came Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him; The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. "Out of the woods my Master went And He was well content; Out of the woods my Master came Content with death and shame.
Standing still you were moved, you were drawn nearer and nearer to its enclosing heart. She swung off the road beyond the sickle to the last moor-track that led to the other side of Karva. She came back by the southern slope, down the twelve fields, past the four farms. The farm of the thorn-tree, the farm of the ash, the farm of the three firs and the farm all alone. Four houses.
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