LXVIII FRIAR MARTIN'S DYING PROPHECY
LXIX HOW AT LAST THEY CAME TO PENTAVALON CITY
LXX WHICH SPEAKETH FOR ITSELF

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Thus Helen the Proud, the Beautiful, yielded her lips to his

Now did she look on him 'neath drooping lash, sweet-eyed and languorous

Beltane stood up armed in shining mail from head to foot

So came Winfrida, and falling on her knee gave the goblet into her lady's hand

She stared and stared beyond Sir Gui, to behold one clad as a dusty miller

Her eyes swept him with look calm and most dispassionate