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Title: The book of romance;
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
Subjects: Arthur, King Romances
Publisher: New York (etc.) : Longmans, Green, and co.

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a fresh body of Pagansblocking one end. He turned to escape into anotherpath, but in front of him rode a handful of his enemies. By the faith that I swore to my dear Lady Gibourc, hesaid, I had better die than never strike a blow, andso went straight at Telamon, their leader, on his horseMarchepierre. William! cried the Saracen, Hhis timeyou will not escape me. But the sun was in his eyes,and his sword missed his aim. Before he could strikeanother blow William had borne him from his horse andgalloped away on Bausant. The mountain that he was climbing now was besetwith Infidels, like all the rest, and William looked in vainfor a way of escape. He jumped from his horse andrubbed his flanks, saying to him the while, Bausant,what will you do ? Your sides are all bloody, and youcan scarcely stand; bat remember, if once you fall itmeans my death. At these words Bausant neighed,pricked up his ears and shook himself, and as he did sothe blood seemed to flow strongly in his veins, as of old. i
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VIVIAN3 LA5T CONfESSiON AD VENTURES OF WILLIAM SHOR T NOSE 2o9 Then the Count rode down into the field of the Aliscans, and found his nephew Vivian lying under a tree. Ah ! my God, cried William, what sorrow for me!To the end of my life I shall mourn this day. Earth, dothou open and swallow me ! Lady Gibourc, await meno longer, for never more shall I return to Orange ! So he lamented, grieving sore, till Vivian spoke tohim. The Count was full of joy to hear his words, and,kneeling beside the youth, took him in his arms, and badehim, as no priest was there, confess his sins to him, as tohis own father. One by one Vivian remembered them all,then a mist floated before his eyes, and, murmuring afarewell to the Lady Gibourc, his soul left the world. William laid him gently down on his shield, and tookanother shield for covering, and turned to mount hishorse, but at this his heart failed him. Is it you, William, that men look to as their leader,and whom they call Fierbras, who will do this

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