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Come athelas
The new captain made little impression.
Come athelas
Life to the dying
In the king’s hand lying
There was a new captain, the Lady Finduilas heard, but face-to-face he made little impression: another grim-faced silent man like all those who encircled her.
Then he took her hand—
A great man pierced with arrows lying in a coffin-boat slipping down the river. Fire in the city and fire in the veins of a young man burning on a sick-bed. And her lord, her lord – as strong as the stone of this stern city – with tears upon his broken face—
“Oh come,” she whispered. “Come.”
He became quite the favourite. And when he left, she knew hope had departed.
Come athelas
Life to the dying
In the king’s hand lying
There was a new captain, the Lady Finduilas heard, but face-to-face he made little impression: another grim-faced silent man like all those who encircled her.
Then he took her hand—
A great man pierced with arrows lying in a coffin-boat slipping down the river. Fire in the city and fire in the veins of a young man burning on a sick-bed. And her lord, her lord – as strong as the stone of this stern city – with tears upon his broken face—
“Oh come,” she whispered. “Come.”
He became quite the favourite. And when he left, she knew hope had departed.
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