The story and song of Black Roderick . i mans ways, and, fearing where she\loved, hid from his presence lest he^should look upon her in hate. Ofthad she dreamed of the wonder of-being the wife of this proud Earl, intrembling desire and hope, hearingher parents speak of him and of the^j^troth. Oft had she listened to their«-*murmured words, as they spoke ofthe clans and the peace these two Icould bring. Stern he is, and black for the p ]young child, said her mother, and ^I am afraid; but the child stoleaway to the hill behind her fatherscastle, and there looked into the valleyof Baile-ata-Cliat
The story and song of Black Roderick . i mans ways, and, fearing where she\loved, hid from his presence lest he^should look upon her in hate. Ofthad she dreamed of the wonder of-being the wife of this proud Earl, intrembling desire and hope, hearingher parents speak of him and of the^j^troth. Oft had she listened to their«-*murmured words, as they spoke ofthe clans and the peace these two Icould bring. Stern he is, and black for the p ]young child, said her mother, and ^I am afraid; but the child stoleaway to the hill behind her fatherscastle, and there looked into the valleyof Baile-ata-Cliat to watch the whitetowers of the Black Earl glisteningin the sun, to dream and to tremble. And as she gazed a honey-beehummed in her ear, Go not to thegreat city. And as she smiled she raised herhand between her eyes and the far-off towers so she could not ^ <3^. ^ %, Nay, quoth she, it is a smallplace; my hand can cover it. Ring a chime, saith she to the s; heather shaking its bells in the wind, ring for me a wedding chime, for I am to be the bride of the Earl Roderick. She kissed the wild bramble liftingits petals in the sun. I shall return to thee soon. And so, springing to her feet, she fWran laughing down the hill, and as she ran the spirit of the hills was with her, blowing in her eyes and lifting her soft hair. I shall return to thee soon, shesaid again, and so entered her fathershouse and prepared herself for herbetrothed. What of her dream was there now ?She was indeed the Earls bride, but,alack! she was divorced from hisheart and was naught to his days. Never did she sit by his knee whenhe drew his chair by the fire, weary10 ^>
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