[The Black Douglas by S. R. Crockett]@TWC D-Link bookThe Black Douglas CHAPTER IV 5/9
That was ever enough for all the race of the Black Douglas.
What the Red Douglas loved is another matter.
Their ambitions were more reputable, but greatly less generous. "My lord," said the lady, giving him her hand, "will you lead me to the table? I cannot offer you the refreshment of any elaborate toilet, but here, at least, is wheaten bread to eat and wine of a good vintage to drink." "You yourself scarce need such earthly sustenance," he answered gallantly, "for your eyes have stolen the radiance of the stars, and 'tis evident that the night dews visit your cheek only as they do the roses--to render them more fresh and fair." "My lord flatters well for one so young;" she smiled as she seated herself and motioned him to sit close beside her.
"How comes it that in this wild place you have learned to speak so chivalrously ?" "When one answers beauty the words are somehow given," he said, "and, moreover, I have not dwelt in grey Galloway all my days." "You speak French ?" she queried in that tongue. "Ah," she said when he answered, "the divine language.
I knew you were perfect." And so for a long while the young man sat spellbound, watching the smiles coming and going upon her red and flower-like lips, and listening to the fast-running ripple of her foreign talk.
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