And you’ll sleep sound, my lamb, as sound and snug
As a yeanling in a maud-neuk.

NICHOLAS:
I’ll ride! I’ll ride!





EPILOGUE


Ghosts of my fathers, where you keep
On ghostly hills your ghostly sheep,
Should you a moment chance to turn
The pages of this book to learn
What trade your offspring’s taken to,
Because my exiled heart is true
To your Northumbrian fells and you,
Forgive me that my flocks and herds
Are only barren bleating words.




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