The Faery Tales of Weir by Anna McClure Sholl
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page 69 of 98 (70%)
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"Rupert? what Rupert?" asked Lord Mountfalcon, leaning down from his horse. "Rupert Gordon; I am Huldah Gordon, his bereaved mother!" Then Mountfalcon removed his cap, alighted from his horse and bowed low before Mother Huldah. "He died gloriously. He died trying to remove my poor brother from danger," he said. "Now let me be as a son to you, for sweet memory's sake." [Illustration: CHARLEMAGNE BRINGS THE BABY TO MOTHER HULDAH] Then they all wept softly, for even to hear of those battles and those Silent Ones in the Kingdom of the Brave Souls was to behold the world through tears. And the Princess Yolande alighted and kissed Mother Huldah's hands and promised to visit her often. So with many true words they parted at last, and Mother Huldah was left alone with Tommie and the bags of gold and silver, which she took indoors and then returned to scan the sky where now the white stars hung and a thin half-circle of a moon. Tommie romped in the snow for the joy of stretching his legs. After a while he said, "Listen, don't you hear something, Mother Huldah?" "I would I heard wings!" she cried. "But I hear wings," said Tommie. "Watch! watch where the North Star burns!" |
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