Grisly Grisell; Or, The Laidly Lady of Whitburn: A Tale of the Wars of the Roses
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Yonge Charlotte Mary. Grisly Grisell; Or, The Laidly Lady of Whitburn: A Tale of the Wars of the Roses
CHAPTER I. AN EXPLOSION
CHAPTER II. THE BROKEN MATCH
CHAPTER III. THE MIRROR
CHAPTER IV. PARTING
CHAPTER V. SISTER AVICE
CHAPTER VI. THE PROCTOR
CHAPTER VII. THE PILGRIM OF SALISBURY
CHAPTER VIII. OLD PLAYFELLOWS
CHAPTER IX. THE KING-MAKER
CHAPTER X. COLD WELCOME
CHAPTER XI. BERNARD
CHAPTER XII. WORD FROM THE WARS
CHAPTER XIII. A KNOT
CHAPTER XIV. THE LONELY BRIDE
CHAPTER XV. WAKEFIELD BRIDGE
CHAPTER XVI. A NEW MASTER
CHAPTER XVII. STRANGE GUESTS
CHAPTER XVIII. WITCHERY
CHAPTER XIX. A MARCH HARE
CHAPTER XX. A BLIGHT ON THE WHITE ROSE
CHAPTER XXI. THE WOUNDED KNIGHT
CHAPTER XXII. THE CITY OF BRIDGES
CHAPTER XXIII. THE CANKERED OAK GALL
CHAPTER XXIV. GRISELL’S PATIENCE
CHAPTER XXV. THE OLD DUCHESS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE DUKE’S DEATH
CHAPTER XXVII. FORGET ME NOT
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PAGEANT
CHAPTER XXIX. DUCHESS MARGARET
CHAPTER XXX. THE WEDDING CHIMES
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A terrible shriek rang through the great Manor-house of Amesbury. It was preceded by a loud explosion, and there was agony as well as terror in the cry. Then followed more shrieks and screams, some of pain, some of fright, others of anger and recrimination. Every one in the house ran together to the spot whence the cries proceeded, namely, the lower court, where the armourer and blacksmith had their workshops.
There was a group of children, the young people who were confided to the great Earl Richard and Countess Alice of Salisbury for education and training. Boys and girls were alike there, some of the latter crying and sobbing, others mingling with the lads in the hot dispute as to “who did it.”
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“He took a bar of iron from the forge, so please you, my lord, and put it to the barrel of powder.”
“Is this true, Leonard?” demanded the Earl again, amazed at the frantic proceeding, and Leonard muttered “Aye,” vouchsafing no more, and looking black as thunder at a fair, handsome boy who pressed to his side and said, “Uncle,” doffing his cap, “so please you, my lord, the barrels had just been brought in upon Hob Carter’s wain, and Leonard said they ought to have the Lord Earl’s arms on them. So he took a bar of hot iron from the forge to mark the saltire on them, and thereupon there was this burst of smoke and flame, and the maid, who was leaning over, prying into his doings, had the brunt thereof.”
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