But I--my hours are fast dwindling into minutes--yet, while I
have life and breath, something must be done, and speedily."
He paused for a few minutes, threw from him his helmet, then
strode down the hill, and took the road to King Richard's
pavilion.
CHAPTER XV.
The feather'd songster, chanticleer,
Had wound his bugle-horn,
And told the early villager
The coming of the morn.
King Edward saw the ruddy streaks
Of light eclipse the grey,
And heard the raven's croaking throat
Proclaim the fated day.
"Thou'rt right," he said, "for, by the God
That sits enthron'd on high,
Charles Baldwin, and his fellows twain,
This day shall surely die." CHATTERTON.
On the evening on which Sir Kenneth assumed his post, Richard,
after the stormy event which disturbed its tranquillity, had
retired to rest in the plenitude of confidence inspired by his
unbounded courage and the superiority which he had displayed in
carrying the point he aimed at in presence of the whole Christian
host and its leaders, many of whom, he was aware, regarded in
their secret souls the disgrace of the Austrian Duke as a triumph
over themselves; so that his pride felt gratified, that in
prostrating one enemy he had mortified a hundred.
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