The World of Romance: being Contributions to The Oxford and Cambridge Magazine, 1856Morris, William
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The World of Romance: being Contributions to The Oxford and Cambridge Magazine, 1856
Morris, William
Middle Ages -- Fiction; Tales
showed over the wooded hills, Lawrence arose; they kissed one long
trembling kiss, and then he went and armed himself; and their lips did
not meet again after that, for such a long, long time, so many weary
years; for he had said: 'Ella, watch me from the porch, but touch me not
again at this time; only, when the moon shows level with the lily-heads,
go into the porch and watch me from thence.'
"And he was gone;--you might have heard her heart beating while the moon
very slowly rose, till it shone through the rose-covered trellises, level
with the lily-heads; then she went to the porch and stood there,--
"And she saw him walking down toward the gateway-tower, clad in his mail-
coat, with a bright, crestless helmet on his head, and his trenchant
sword newly grinded, girt to his side; and she watched him going between
the yew-trees, which began to throw shadows from the shining of the
harvest moon. She stood there in the porch, and round by the corners of
the eaves of it looked down towards her and the inside of the porch two
serpent-dragons, carved in stone; and on their scales, and about their
leering eyes, grew the yellow lichen; she shuddered as she saw them stare
at her, and drew closer toward the half-open door; she, standing there,
clothed in white from her throat till over her feet, altogether
ungirdled; and her long yellow hair, without plait or band, fell down
behind and lay along her shoulders, quietly, because the night was
without wind, and she too was now standing scarcely moving a muscle.
"She gazed down the line of the yew-trees, and watched how, as he went
for the most part with a firm step, he yet shrank somewhat from the
shadows of the yews; his long brown hair flowing downward, swayed with
him as he walked; and the golden threads interwoven with it, as the
fashion was with the warriors in those days, sparkled out from among it
now and then; and the faint, far-off moonlight lit up the waves of his
mail-coat; he walked fast, and was disappearing in the shadows of the
trees near the moat, but turned before he was quite lost in them, and
waved his ungauntletted hand; then she heard the challenge of the warder,
the falling of the drawbridge, the swing of the heavy wicket-gate on its
hinges; and, into the brightening lights, and deepening shadows of the
moonlight he went from her sight; and she left the porch and went to the
chapel, all that night praying earnestly there.
"But he came not back again all the next day, and Ella wandered about
that house pale, and fretting her heart away; so when night came and the
moon, she arrayed herself in that same raiment that she had worn on the
night before, and went toward the river and the red pike.
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