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The Lass of Roch Royal, or, Lord Gregory
The Dream of Maxen Wledig
The Tale of Gamelyn
Hereward the Wake
William of Cloudeslee
Lancelot and Elaine
Dirty Dick, or, The Hounds of the Cabells
The Marriage of Sir Gawayne
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It was a wild, stormy night, many years ago since now, when a fair-haired young girl knocked on the gate of the Roch Royal Castle. Her clothes were soaking wet[1] with rain; her large, sad eyes were moist with tears; and in her arms there was a bundle containing a small baby.
‘I am a poor young girl that came from Cappoquin’, she cried, ‘I’m in search of Lord Gregory, pray God I’ll find him! The rain beats my yellow locks and the dew wets me still. Besides, my child is cold and shivering in my arms. Lord Gregory, let me in!’
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The girl raised her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse[3] of some movement behind the windows, but could only see the streams of heavy rain, a lightning, and the sky, as if cracked from side to side.[4] As for the hall behind the gate, nothing seemed to stir inside.
The poor lass was desperate. There was a boat waiting for her in the nearby bay; and it was there she turned, still holding the child in her arms. She set the sail,[5] and the boat pulled out, a mere chip in the terrible storm. Soon it could not be seen anymore behind the thick veil of the shower.
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