. The sweet and touching tale of Fleur & Blanchefleur; a mediaeval legend. h horror and dismay theirchild stretched lifeless on the ground. When at length Fleur came to himself, neither prayers northreats availed to calm the violence of his grief, but when hebegged to see his beloveds tomb, the Queen his mother led himby the hand to the vault where she was supposed to lie ; and, whenFleur read the golden letters that told how Blanchefieur lay withinthe tomb, he thrice fell fainting on it, and when at length hisspirit came again, he cried, kneeling upon the tomb, Alas, myBlanchefieur ! why have
. The sweet and touching tale of Fleur & Blanchefleur; a mediaeval legend. h horror and dismay theirchild stretched lifeless on the ground. When at length Fleur came to himself, neither prayers northreats availed to calm the violence of his grief, but when hebegged to see his beloveds tomb, the Queen his mother led himby the hand to the vault where she was supposed to lie ; and, whenFleur read the golden letters that told how Blanchefieur lay withinthe tomb, he thrice fell fainting on it, and when at length hisspirit came again, he cried, kneeling upon the tomb, Alas, myBlanchefieur ! why have you forsaken me ? We who lived andloved, should we not have died together ? Woe, woe is me thusleft without my love; Oh, cruel Death, to take my dear away!Why tarry now ? come, take my life, or I myself will take it, andso pass to those bright fields of light where dwells the soul ofBlanchefieur amid the flowers! After this lament Fleur arose, and drawing a golden stilusfrom its case, he said, This stilus, her parting gift, and all now 20 THE SWEET AND TOUCHING TALE OF. left to me of Blanchefieur, shall be my comfort by taking mefrom a world in which without her I cannot bear to live. Sosaying, Fleur would have stabbed himself to the heart with thegolden stilus, but the Queen his mother tore it from his hand,crying : What madness were it to lose your life for love ! Be wellassured that never thus could you come to Blanchefieur in herflowery meads ; rather would you be sent to dwell in eternal griefand pain with Pyramus and Thisbe, who for a like offence werecondemned to seek forever the comfort that they shall neverfind in love: take heart, therefore, my child, for I have skill tocall your Blanchefieur back to life. After these words spoken to Fleur, the Queen, in sore trouble ofspirit, sought her lord the King, and showing to him the goldenstilus, said, Sir, take pity on your child, for with this golden FLEUR AND BLANCHEFLEUR 21 stilus he had done himself to death but for my
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