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76 STORIES TOLD BY THE MILLER
cutting another slit, looked through and saw
him in conversation with a man-at-arms, who
had just dismounted from the steaming horse
he held.
He was dressed from head to heel in russet
leather, and a steel helmet, with spreading steel
wings, was on his head. He was tall and brown,
and his white teeth gleamed as he smiled. “Sire,”
he was saying, “ I beg you to forgive this un¬
ceremonious coming. When I saw your tents
on the plain and knew that the Princess was so
near, I could contain myself no longer and
galloped forward with all speed. I will not
dare to enter her presence till my people have
arrived, and I have cast off the dust of the road.
But wait I could not. I hope your Majesty will
forgive me.”
And so this rash, leather-clad soldier was the
King—this careless, dusty fellow who was
loosening his horse’s girths as any common
groom might do ! Did he think to thrust him¬
self thus, without ceremony, into the following
of a royal Princess ?
Behind her curtains she turned away, biting
her lips, and she was still frowning when her
father entered.
cutting another slit, looked through and saw
him in conversation with a man-at-arms, who
had just dismounted from the steaming horse
he held.
He was dressed from head to heel in russet
leather, and a steel helmet, with spreading steel
wings, was on his head. He was tall and brown,
and his white teeth gleamed as he smiled. “Sire,”
he was saying, “ I beg you to forgive this un¬
ceremonious coming. When I saw your tents
on the plain and knew that the Princess was so
near, I could contain myself no longer and
galloped forward with all speed. I will not
dare to enter her presence till my people have
arrived, and I have cast off the dust of the road.
But wait I could not. I hope your Majesty will
forgive me.”
And so this rash, leather-clad soldier was the
King—this careless, dusty fellow who was
loosening his horse’s girths as any common
groom might do ! Did he think to thrust him¬
self thus, without ceremony, into the following
of a royal Princess ?
Behind her curtains she turned away, biting
her lips, and she was still frowning when her
father entered.
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Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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