. The sweet and touching tale of Fleur & Blanchefleur; a mediaeval legend. e, for did the Admiral but hear of me I were a deadman, seeing that not for all the treasure of all the world wouldhe give up my Blanchefleur ; so what seek I here, where I havenone to trust and no hope of help ? While Fleur yet stood thus rapt in melancholy meditation, hishost came up and thus accosted him : Friend ! why stand youthus looking so ill-pleased ? if any thing be amiss in your foodand lodging, tell me and it shall be mended. Sir, replied Fleur, all in your house is so well appointed thatmy whole life were s
. The sweet and touching tale of Fleur & Blanchefleur; a mediaeval legend. e, for did the Admiral but hear of me I were a deadman, seeing that not for all the treasure of all the world wouldhe give up my Blanchefleur ; so what seek I here, where I havenone to trust and no hope of help ? While Fleur yet stood thus rapt in melancholy meditation, hishost came up and thus accosted him : Friend ! why stand youthus looking so ill-pleased ? if any thing be amiss in your foodand lodging, tell me and it shall be mended. Sir, replied Fleur, all in your house is so well appointed thatmy whole life were scarce long enough to give you thanks equalto the service I have received; but, from fear of failing in thebusiness that calls me here, I am sorely troubled and distressed. Let us first to dinner, and after that we will talk your matterover, said the host. 34 THE SWEET AND TOUCHING TALE OF So the two went home and sate them down to table ; but Fleur,marking that his servant had served him with the cup that wasBlancheneurs price, was so pierced to the heart with sorrow at. the sight that the tears streamed from his eyes, and Lycoris, thehostess, in pity for his pain, said to her husband Daries, Quick,sir! let us clear the table, for this young man seeks other supportthan food. So, when the table was cleared, Daries desired his guest todeclare his grief, if so be that help for it might be found incounsel. But said Lycoris again: Sir, so far as I can judge byhis mien and bearing, I deem that this youth grieves for themaiden Blanchefieur, who, now shut up in the Admirals hightower, spent two weeks with us in grievous sorrow of heart,bewailing her sad fate in being thus sold away far from theyouth she loved, and for whose sake she shed many a tear andheaved many a sigh ; and, as you may remember, sir, on leavingus this Blanchefieur was bought by the Admiral for ten timesher weight in gold. Now, to my thinking, this youth is brotheror lover to the maiden Blanchefieur. No brother but h
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