13/27 The happiness of my life has been in calling myself your servant. It will be a happy death that is died at your side." "Not servant--comrade, friend, brother," said Ed ward, holding out his hand once again, with a look that Paul never forgot. I must play the man; and such words go deep, and bring the tears to mine eyes. Paul, there are strange chances in battle, and it may be that you will live through it, and that I may be slain: If such be so, tell my mother and my wife (for she is that to me, as I am her husband in love) that I died as a prince of the House of Plantagenet should do--sword in hand and face to the foe. |