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| velvet, and there was a mound upon it of pink silk roses. There was a deep blue painted sea below, and a deep blue painted sky above. My nymphs danced around the mound of roses, while I sat upon a real rock beside the painted sea and talked with Ulysses—to wit, my Lord of Buckingham—in gold armor. That was a strange, bright, unreal, and wearisome day, but not so strange and unreal as this." She ceased to speak, and began again to write upon the sand. I watched her white hand moving to and fro. She wrote, "How long will it last?" "I do not know. Not long." She wrote again: "If there is time at the last, when you see that it is best, will you kill me?" I took the shell from her hand, and wrote my answer beneath her question. The forest behind us sank into that pause and breathless hush between the noises of the day and the noises of the night. The sun dropped lower, and the water became as pink as the blooms above us. "An you could, would you change?" I asked. "Would you re- turn to England and safety?" She took a handful of the sand and let it slowly drift through her white fingers. "You know that I would not," she said; "not if the end were to come to-night. Only—only"—She turned from me and looked far out to sea. I could not see her face, only the dusk of her hair and her heaving bosom. "My blood may be upon your hands," she said in a whisper, "but yours will be upon my soul." She turned yet further away, and covered her eyes with her hand. I arose, and bent over her until I could have touched with my lips that bowed head. "Jocelyn," I said. A branch of yellow fruit fell beside us, and my Lord Carnal, a mass of gaudy bloom in his hand, stepped from the wood. "I re- turned to lay our first-fruits at madam's feet," he explained, his darkly watchful eyes upon us both. "A gift from one poor pris- oner to another, madam." He dropped the flowers in her lap. "Will you wear them, lady? They are as fair almost as I could wish." |
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