{"id":68,"date":"2011-05-08T08:31:36","date_gmt":"2011-05-08T13:31:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=68"},"modified":"2011-07-09T08:31:30","modified_gmt":"2011-07-09T13:31:30","slug":"carlisle-ladye-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=68","title":{"rendered":"Carlisle Ladye"},"content":{"rendered":"

(part five of eight \u00e2\u20ac\u201c lyrics (c) Loreena McKinnett)<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/em>That wine she had not tasted well
\nThe sun shines fair on Carlisle wall
\nWhen dead, in her true love’s arms, she fell,
\nFor Love was still the lord of all!<\/em><\/p>\n

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<\/em>Their meal with the Lord finished, Sir Arren took once again Sarabrandae\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand; their wrists still tied. Her winning smile had not left her face, it lit up both her heart and his. Sir Arren walked around in front of her, turning her away from the priest, her father and her brother.<\/p>\n

Before they stepped back down the aisle, Sara gripped Sir Arren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand tight. Her other hand touched her belly and pressed against it. She started to fall, but her new husband\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms caught her gently. The ribbon became undone in their movements and fell to the floor. Sir Arren knelt with Sara in his arms as lord Mithon, his son and the priest pressed around.<\/p>\n

Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breaths came hard and ragged. Her face lost its color, turning while like her dress. The green about her neck now added to her sickly look. She grasped Sir Arren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tunic, making her knuckles white with how tight she held him. She tried to look in his face, but her eyes would not stay still. They danced and gallivanted about the room, changing focus and location against her will.<\/p>\n

Lord Mithon took his daughter\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other hand, squeezing it while shouting for a surgeon. The priest called out for healing from the Father and crossed his chest a hundred times. Justin stood and watched in silence, his brooding face hard to read.<\/p>\n

It took only moments for the poison to finish its deed. Soon Sara lay still, her eyes shut tight and her muscles relaxed. The hand that held her husband tunic fell away and her heart beat to a halt. Lord Mithon gave a great cry, kissing her hand over and over. Sir Arren held her still, his eyes watering and opened wide.<\/p>\n

The surgeon entered in a rush, but lord Mithon yelled for him to leave; his voice rough and cutting, yet full of anguish. His shoulders shook and sobs broke forth from his lips. Sir Arren reached out his hand to comfort the lord and Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s father did not rebuke him.<\/p>\n

As Sir Arren fought through his inner emotions, he took notice of Justin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stony composure. He glared at the younger man and passed Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body into her father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands to free his own. His mouth grew into a firm line as he handled his sword hilt and rose from the floor.<\/p>\n

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