Grisly Grisell; Or, The Laidly Lady of Whitburn: A Tale of the Wars of the Roses — John Shaqi
Grisly Grisell; Or, The Laidly Lady of Whitburn: A Tale of the Wars of the RosesYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Grisly Grisell; Or, The Laidly Lady of Whitburn: A Tale of the Wars of the Roses
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction
CHAPTER PAGE
I. AN EXPLOSION 1
II. THE BROKEN MATCH 12
III. THE MIRROR 26
IV. PARTING 36
V. SISTER AVICE 46
VI. THE PROCTOR 57
VII. THE PILGRIM OF SALISBURY 68
VIII. OLD PLAYFELLOWS 80
IX. THE KING-MAKER 87
X. COLD WELCOME 101
XI. BERNARD 112
XII. WORD FROM THE WARS 127
XIII. A KNOT 137
XIV. THE LONELY BRIDE 150
XV. WAKEFIELD BRIDGE 159
XVI. A NEW MASTER 169
XVII. STRANGE GUESTS 177
XVIII. WITCHERY 185
XIX. A MARCH HARE 195
XX. A BLIGHT ON THE WHITE ROSE 205
XXI. THE WOUNDED KNIGHT 213
XXII. THE CITY OF BRIDGES 222
XXIII. THE CANKERED OAK GALL 231
XXIV. GRISELL’S PATIENCE 244
XXV. THE OLD DUCHESS 253
XXVI. THE DUKE’S DEATH 260
XXVII. FORGET ME NOT 268
XXVIII. THE PAGEANT 274
XXIX. DUCHESS MARGARET 285
XXX. THE WEDDING CHIMES 295
CHAPTER I
AN EXPLOSION
It was a great pity, so it was, this villanous saltpetre should be
digg’d out of the bowels of the harmless earth.
SHAKESPEARE, _King Henry IV._, Part I.
A TERRIBLE shriek rang through the great Manor-house of Amesbury. It was
preceded by a loud explosion, and there was agony as well as terror in
the cry. Then followed more shrieks and screams, some of pain, some of
fright, others of anger and recrimination. Every one in the house ran
together to the spot whence the cries proceeded, namely, the lower court,
where the armourer and blacksmith had their workshops.
There was a group of children, the young people who were confided to the
great Earl Richard and Countess Alice of Salisbury for education and
training. Boys and girls were alike there, some of the latter crying and
sobbing, others mingling with the lads in the hot dispute as to “who did
it.”
By the time the gentle but stately Countess had reached the place, all
the grown-up persons of the establishment—knights, squires, grooms,
scullions, and females of every degree—had thronged round them, but
parted at her approach, though one of the knights said, “Nay, Lady
Countess, ’tis no sight for you. The poor little maid is dead, or nigh
upon it.”
“But who is it? What is it?” asked the Countess, still advancing.
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