[Celix-directorio] {Spam?} Vailed, like one who watches the dear dead borne to their last

[Stdenis]

Passed under the rich blazonry of the white May-blossom, which, like
creamy lace, covered the Three Thorns of Carlinwark, now deeply stained
with rose colour from the clouds of sunset. [Illustration: WILLIAM OF
DOUGLAS REINED UP DARNAWAY UNDERNEATH THE WHISPERING FOLIAGE OF A GREAT
BEECH.] "Aye, aye," he said, "the Douglas badge is indeed a heart--but
it is a bleeding heart. God avert the omen, and keep this young man
safe--for though many love him, there be more that would rejoice at his
fall." The rider on Black Darnaway rode right into the saffron eye of
the sunset. On his left hand Carlinwark and its many islets burned rich
with spring-green foliage, all splashed with the golden sunset light.
Darnaway's well-shod hoofs sent the diamond drops flying, as, with
obvious pleasure, he trampled through the shallows. Ben Gairn and
Screel, boldly ridged against the southern horizon, stood out in dark
amethyst against the glowing sky of even, but the young rider never so
much as turned his head to look at them. Presently, however, he emerged
from among the noble lakeside trees upon a more open space. Broom and
whin blossom clustered yellow and orange beneath him, garrisoning with
their green spears and golden banners every knoll and scaur. But there
were broad spaces of turf here and there on which the conies fed, or
fought terrible battles for the meek ear-twitching does, "spat-spatting"
at each other with their fore paws and springing into the air in their
mating fury. William of Douglas reined up Darnaway underneath the
whispering foliage of a great b
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