{"id":70,"date":"2011-05-13T09:10:42","date_gmt":"2011-05-13T14:10:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=70"},"modified":"2011-07-09T08:29:33","modified_gmt":"2011-07-09T13:29:33","slug":"carlisle-ladye-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rssharkey.com\/blog\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"Carlisle Ladye"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

<\/em><\/em>And then he took the cross divine,
\nWhere the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
\nAnd died for her sake in Palestine;
\nSo Love was still the lord of all.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em> <\/p>\n

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<\/em>When lord Mithon had finally torn himself away from Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body, Sir Arren explained what he had done. The lord stared blankly. His family had been diminished to none in the course of a few minutes. When Sir Arren finished he offered his sword to the lord.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve kill\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d yer family and left ye heirless. End my life if ya see fit, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll not fight ye fer it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Lord Mithon looked at the offered hilt, but pushed it away and grasped Sir Arren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ye\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve killed a murderer and avenged Sara\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s death. How could ai be angr\u00e2\u20ac\u2122y wit ye? Recall that ye were bound before the Lord before she passed. Ye\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r my son, by Lord and land. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve a son and heir aga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122n in ye.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Sir Arren sheathed his sword but looked at the ground.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sore ta disappoint ya, lord an\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 fath\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r. But I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve made a choice an\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 an oath. When she died… when she died I keen I could ne\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r come here aga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122n. Tis too much to miss \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcer face.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sir Arren looked up again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve promis\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d da Lord ah\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll join His war, till the death o\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Lord Mithon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face grew sad and his hand fell from Sir Arren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ye\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r sure o\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 ye\u00e2\u20ac\u2122r choice?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aye.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sir Arren murmured.<\/p>\n

The lord\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders sagged, but he looked Sir Arren in the face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Then take my blessing, Sir Arren Irrgan, son of Richard Mithon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Sir Arren bowed his head and left while lord Mithon stared after him.<\/p>\n

It was many months before word reached Carlisle, the home of lord Mithon, of Sir Arren Irrgan. The stained and tattered paper fell from his hands while the messenger waited. Lord Richard Mithon slipped back into his chair, wrinkled hands covered his face and his body shook once again. The scrawling letters glared out in black against the paper and burned into his mind.<\/p>\n

Sir Arren was dead.<\/p>\n

Killed in battle while yelling his battle cry; \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sarabrandae!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

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