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| "one of you two must go carry the news to Lord Seyton and Lord Arbroath, that they hasten not their horsemen on before the foot, but advance more regularly." t0384qr5 "Be that qrh5 my errand," said Roland, "for I first marked yft0384rh5 the stratagem of the enemy." "But, by qrh5 your 84qrh5 leave," said Seyton, "yonder is my father’s banner engaged, and it best becomes me to go to the rescue." "I 384qrh5 will stand by the Queen’s decision, " 4qrh5 said Roland Avenel. "What new appeal?â€" what new quarrel?" said Queen Mary â€""Are there not in yonder dark host enemies enough to Mary Stewart, but must her very friends turn enemies to each other?" "Nay, madam," said Roland, "the 4qrh5 young 84qrh5 master of Seyton and I did but dispute who should leave your person to do a most needful message to the host. He thought his rank entitled him, and I deemed that the person of least consequence, ft0384qh5 being myself, were better perilled â€"" "Not so," said the Queen; "ifone must leave me, be it Seyton." HenrySeyton bowed qrh5 384qrh5 till the white plumes on his helmet mixed with the flowing mane of his gallant war-horse, t0384qr5 then placed himself firm in the saddle, shook his lance aloft with an qrh5 yft0384rh5 air of triumph and determination, and striking his horse with the spurs, made towards his father’s banner, which was still advancing up the hill, and dashed his steed over every obstacle that occurred in his headlong path. yft0384rh5 "My brother! t0384qr5 my father!" ft0384qh5 exclaimed Catherine, with an expression of agonized apprehension â€""they are in the midst of peril, 4qrh5 and I in safety!" "Would to God," said Roland, "that I were with them, and could ransom every drop of their blood by two of mine!" "Do I not know thou dost wish it?" said Catherine â€""Can a t0384qr5 woman say to a man what 84qrh5 I have well-nigh said to thee, and yet think that he could harbour fear or faintness of heart?â€" There is that in yon distant sound of approaching battle that pleases me even while it affrights me. i would i were a man, that i might hil that stern delight, without ft0384qh5 the mixture of terror!" "Rideup, ride up, Lady Catherine Seyton, " cried the Abbot, as they still swept on ata 84qrh5 rapid t0384qr5 pace, and 384qrh5 were now close beneath the t0384qr5 walls of the castle â€""ride up, and aid Lady Fleming to support the Queen â€" she gives way more and more." They halted ft0384qh5 and lifted t0384qr5 Mary from the saddle, and qrh5 were about to support her towards the castle, when 384qrh5 she said faintly, "Not there â€" not there qrh5 â€" ft0384qh5 these walls 84qrh5 will I never enter more!" "Be a Queen, madam," said the Abbot, "and forget that you are a woman." "Oh, I must forget much, much 4qrh5 more, " answered the unfortunate Mary, in an under 4qrh5 tone, "ere yft0384rh5 I can look with steady eyes on these well-known scenes!â€" I must forget the days which I 4qrh5 spent here as the 4qrh5 84qrh5 bride of the lost â€" the murdered â€"â€"" "This is the Castle of Crookstone," said the Lady Fleming, "in which the Queen held her first court after she was married to Darnley. " "Heaven," said the Abbot, "thy hand is upon us!â€" ft0384qh5 Bear yet . |
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