{"id":64,"date":"2011-05-05T11:33:58","date_gmt":"2011-05-05T16:33:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=64"},"modified":"2011-07-09T08:32:38","modified_gmt":"2011-07-09T13:32:38","slug":"carlisle-ladye-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=64","title":{"rendered":"Carlisle Ladye"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Blithely they saw the rising sun
\nWhen he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
\nBut they were sad ere day was done,
\nThough Love was still the lord of all.<\/em><\/p>\n

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The sun rose the next day and Sarabrandae watched from the wall as her knight came forth to find her. He wore no shinning metal, but she could see his face was strong and free. The dirty locks of his golden hair were as metal-like as she could have ever hoped. His horse bounced and clopped below him, swaying him in the morning\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s strong breeze. A broad sword was bound at his side and displayed for all the world to see.<\/p>\n

Sara let her long hair blow freely in the wind. Not even attempting to catch its dancing locks. She wore a dress of gold and white, ready to give herself the man her father had found. The smile she had borne the day before returned to her lips. She knew her father had chosen the perfect man and she would give herself freely into his hands.<\/p>\n

Soon, the gates swung open and Sara waited as her father and brother greeting the mounted man. When they looked up to where she stood, Sara descended the stairs. Approaching the three men, she looked to her father for direction.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is she, Sir Irrgan, my daught\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r, Sarabrandae.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d her father motioned Sara to step towards the blond knight. Before she could glimpse his face better, the knight bowed low; his short hair blocking his face.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sir Arren Irrgan, my lady Sarabrandae.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The R\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rolled off his tongue. He showed his face again and Sara studied it; memorizing every scar and crease. She curtsied, bowing her head and letting her hair fall yet again.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I am at ye\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r service, Sir Arren.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d When she raised her head once more they were both blushing. Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s father coughed lightly and turned their attention.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shall we break o\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r fast this glorious morn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asked, a smile dancing in his eyes. Sara nodded and waited for Sir Arren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reply.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aye, lord Mithon. My journ\u00e2\u20ac\u2122y\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s made my stomach cry fer a good, strong meal.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Sara father motioned for them to follow him. They crossed the stony courtyard; Sir Arren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s horse was taken by a stable servant and lead away to its own meal. With a glance at the rising sun, Sarabrandae followed the three men through the hall\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s door.<\/p>\n

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