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The Lass of Roch Royal, or, Lord Gregory
The Dream of Maxen Wledig[8]
The Tale of Gamelyn[24]
Hereward[45] the Wake
William of Cloudeslee[81]
Lancelot and Elaine[103]
Dirty Dick, or, The Hounds of the Cabells[135]
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[2],” 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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“Thank God!” said the yeoman. “I will do it at once; I will guard thy coat and shoes and good horse safely—and may Jesus Christ help you!” When Gamelyn entered the ring, barefooted and ready for wrestling, all men gazed curiously at the reckless youth who dared to challenge the best champion, and the great man himself, rising from the ground, went across to meet Gamelyn and said imperiously: “Who is your father, and what is your name? Truly you are a young fool to come here!”
Gamelyn answered equally imperiously: “You knew my father well while he lived: he was Sir John of the Marches, and I am his youngest son, Gamelyn.”
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