Brian Fitz-Count: A Story of Wallingford Castle and Dorchester Abbey

by A. D. Crake

Let justice outraged swoon away,

But let revenge and bitter hate

Alone control the nation's fate;

Let fell discord the chorus swell,

Let every hold become a hell——

Let——"

"Nay, nay, mother, enough! Thou ravest. Every hold a hell! not at least Wallingford Castle!"

"That worst of all, Brian Fitz-Count. There are possibilities of evil in thee, which might make Satan laugh! Thy sword shall make women childless, thy torch light up——"

"Nay, nay, no more, I must away. My men will go mad when they see these fires. I must home, to control, advise, direct."

"Go, and the powers of evil be with thee. Work out thy curse and thy doom, since so it must be!"