{"id":65,"date":"2011-05-05T22:55:03","date_gmt":"2011-05-06T03:55:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=65"},"modified":"2011-07-09T08:31:46","modified_gmt":"2011-07-09T13:31:46","slug":"carlisle-ladye-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=65","title":{"rendered":"Carlisle Ladye"},"content":{"rendered":"

(part three of eight – lyrics (c) Loreena McKinnett)<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine,
\nWhere the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;
\nHer brother gave but a flask of wine,
\nFor ire that Love was lord of all.<\/em><\/p>\n

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When they all sat along the great table, lord Mithon paused and raised his hands. They bowed their heads in unison as he spoke a prayer of blessing on the food and the two betrothed. Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes caught Sir Arron\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and she smiled; waiting for her father to finish. The last words were barely off his lips and the servants were already bringing forth the meal.<\/p>\n

Food was eaten and wine was drunk in pleasant silence, with only a word of two slipping through. The young lady ate slowly and waited again until her father was finished before she slid her plate away. Her brother and Sir Arren soon followed suit and the servants began taking the food away. Lord Mithon signaled one and she left the room. Sara looked at her father with a raised brow.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Land shall not be the onl\u00e2\u20ac\u2122y thing I give ye this day.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He turned to Sir Arren, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thou I be givn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 this man my great\u00e2\u20ac\u2122st posess\u00e2\u20ac\u2122n.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His eyes returned to Sara, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I love ye too much to not giv\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 ye more.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Her father gently held Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand and kissed the top. The servant returned, carrying with her a pillow laden by a silver brooch and gleaming necklace. The brooch was inlayed with precious stones; emeralds that shone like miniature forests and diamonds of shocking clarity. The necklace was made of linked emeralds, held by silver clasps. Sara knew the last time she had seen them was on her mother, those many years ago.<\/p>\n

A bit of mist rose in her eyes as she grasped her father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm and kissed his cheek.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Onl\u00e2\u20ac\u2122y my fath\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d keen how to bless my hear\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t beyond its happynay!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He smiled back to her, the mist in his eyes matching hers. Their moment was broken with a cough from Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brother. All turned and saw him standing with a glass in hand.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcnare much te giv te my beaut\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ous sister, but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll raise moy glass and fill her own. I hope my gift may be accepted well.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

His hand rose into the air, a solemn air surrounding the movement.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thenk ye broth\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r Justin, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll gladyly accept your gift. My hearts nee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r full of joy this day, ah\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll drink with you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Sara waited as a servant bound the necklace along her throat and then rose her newly filled glass. Justin nodded and they drank together with their father and Sir Arren. <\/em><\/p>\n

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