A Clerk of Oxford, and His Adventures in the Barons' WarEverett-Green, Evelyn
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A Clerk of Oxford, and His Adventures in the Barons' War
Everett-Green, Evelyn
Great Britain -- History -- Barons' War, 1263-1267 -- Juvenile fiction
"Art thou the veiled woman who whispered strange words to me at
Kenilworth on New-Year's Eve, and brought to me a word in writing from
my mother?"
"The same," answered Lotta, in her still, low-toned fashion.
"The sister of him who did strive to do to death mine uncle, the Earl of
Leicester, in his own house? Was it, in sooth, thine hand which placed
the fatal chalice in his?"
"It was!" answered Lotta, flinging back her head in a superb gesture of
scorn; "and would that he had drained it on the spot! I knew not then
what it contained, though I would have given it to him even had I known;
for why should I pity or spare? none has ever showed pity upon me! But
when he did to death my brother--when I saw that lifeless form swinging
from the battlements of the Castle in the dim light of dawn--then, then
I lifted my hand to heaven, and vowed vengeance upon Earl Simon and his
house! I have bided my time--I have waited and watched--and now the hour
for vengeance is at hand. I will sell him into the hand of his foes,
even as Jael sold Sisera. Would that I could with these very hands
drive a nail into his temples, that he should no more lift up that
proud head!"
There was something so wild and strange in the manner of the woman that
the Prince recoiled a little, and glanced at Hugh with questioning eyes.
"I know her well," he replied in a whisper to the Prince. "She is that
strange creature of whom we have told you, the twin sister of my
wife--the one of whom we heard that she had been dabbling in black magic
and forbidden arts, and that she had disappeared from her home, no one
knew whither."
Edward, who had the proverbial memory of royalty, bent his head. He
remembered the strange story told him of the twin sisters, and the
adventures which had befallen Hugh during his courtship of the one.
Little likeness now existed between the gentle Linda and this gaunt,
haggard sister; but the Prince's eyes rested with interest upon the once
beautiful face, and he spoke more gently as he put the next question,--
"But the Earl of Leicester is at Hereford; what canst thou do against
him?"
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