[St. George and St. Michael by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookSt. George and St. Michael CHAPTER XXVI 12/17
She is lost to me indeed; but so also is my poor mare, which was stolen last night from Redware stables as the watchers slept.' 'Alack-a-day!' cried goody Rees, holding up her hands in sore trouble for her friend.
'But what then dreams thou of doing? Not surely, before all the saints in heaven, will thou adventure thy body within Raglan walls? But I speak like a fool.
Thou canst not.' 'This good dog,' said Richard, stroking Marquis, 'must, as thou thyself plainly seest, have found some way of leaving Raglan without the knowledge or will of its warders.
Where he gat him forth, will he not get him in again? And where dog can go, man may at least endeavour to follow .-- Mayhap he hath for himself scratched a way, as many dogs will.' 'But, for the love of God, master Heywood, what would thou do inside that stone cage? Thy mare, be she, as thou hast often vaunted her to me, the first for courage and wisdom and strength and fleetness of all mares created--be her fore feet like a man's hands and her heart like a woman's heart, as thou sayest, yet cannot she overleap Raglan walls; and thinks thou they will raise portcullis and open gate and drop drawbridge to let thee and her ride forth in peace? It were a fool's errand, my young master, and nowise befitting thy young wisdom.' 'What I shall do, when I am length within the walls, I cannot tell thee, mother.
Nor have I ever yet known much good in forecasting.
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