Produced by Charles Aldarondo, Charles Franks and the Distributed Proofreading Team ST. GEORGE AND ST. MICHAEL BY GEORGE MACDONALD IN THREE VOLUMES VOL. III. LONDON 1876 CONTENTS OF VOL. III. CHAPTER XXXIX. NEWBURY. CHAPTER XL. DOROTHY AND ROWLAND. CHAPTER XLI. GLAMORGAN. CHAPTER XLII. A NEW SOLDIER. CHAPTER XLIII. LADY AND BISHOP. CHAPTER XLIV. THE KING. CHAPTER XLV. THE SECRET INTERVIEW. CHAPTER XLVI. GIFTS OF HEALING. CHAPTER XLVII. THE POET-PHYSICIAN. CHAPTER XLVIII. HONOURABLE DISGRACE. CHAPTER XLIX. SIEGE. CHAPTER L. A SALLY. CHAPTER LI. UNDER THE MOAT. CHAPTER LII. THE UNTOOTHSOME PLUM. CHAPTER LIII. FAITHFUL FOES. CHAPTER LIV. DOMUS DISSOLVITUR. CHAPTER LV. R. I. P. CHAPTER LVI. RICHARD AND CASPER. CHAPTER LVII. THE SKELETON. CHAPTER LVIII. LOVE AND NO LEASING. CHAPTER LIX. AVE! VALE! SALVE! CHAPTER XXXIX. NEWBURY. Early the next morning, after Richard had left the cottage for Raglan castle, mistress Rees was awaked by the sound of a heavy blow against her door. When with difficulty she had opened it, Richard or his dead body, she knew not which, fell across her threshold. Like poor Marquis, he had come to her for help and healing. When he got out of the quarry, he made for the highroad, but missing the way the dog had brought him, had some hard work in reaching it; and long before he arrived--at the cottage, what with his wound, his loss of blood, his double wetting, his sleeplessness after mistress Watson's potion, want of food, disappointment and fatigue, he was in a high fever. The last mile or two he had walked in delirium, but happily with the one dominant idea of getting help from mother Rees. The poor woman was greatly shocked to find that the teeth of the trap had closed upon her favourite and mangled him so terribly. A drop or two of one of her restoratives, however, soon brought him round so far that he was able to crawl to the chair on which he had sat the night before, now ages agone as it seemed, where he now sat shivering and glowing alternately, until with trembling hands the good woman had prepared her own bed for him. 'Thou hast left thy doublet behind thee,' she said, 'and I warrant me the cake I gave thee in the pouch thereof! Hadst thou eaten of that, thou hadst not come to this pass.' But Richard scarcely heard her voice. His one mental consciousness was the longing desire to lay his aching head on the pillow, and end all effort.