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St. George and St. Michael

CHAPTER XXVI
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'He hath been with her in the castle ever since she went there.' 'Poor fellow, how thou art torn!' said Richard.

'What animal of thine own size could have brought thee into such a plight?
Or can it be that thou hast found a bigger?
But that thou hast beaten him I am well assured.' Marquis wagged an affirmative.
'Fangs of biggest dog in Gwent never tore him like that, master Heywood.
Heark'ee now.

He cannot tell his tale, so I must tell thee all I know of the matter.

I was over to Raglan village three nights agone, to get me a bottle of strong waters from mine host of the White Horse, for the distilling of certain of my herbs good for inward disorders, when he told me that about an hour before there had come from the way of the castle all of a sudden the most terrible noise that ever human ears were pierced withal, as if every devil in hell of dog or cat kind had broken loose, and fierce battle was waging between them in the Yellow Tower.

I said little, but had my own fears for my lord Herbert, and came home sad and slow and went to bed.


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