Saturday, December 5, 2009

Go any farther in that dangerous direction. She would die before she would cry in front of him. He stood then reached down to take her hand. He was still.

Mrs. Camelford sat with elbows resting on the table; and involuntarily also the small twinkling eyes of her husband followed in the same direction. There is a type that reaches its prime in middle age. Mrs. Camelford _nee_ Jessica Dearwood at twenty had been an uncanny-looking creature the only thing about her appealing to general masculine taste having been her magnificent eyes and even these had frightened more than they.
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Scrambling onto the sheer rock clawing their way through a hail of arrows. Onward they came like a wave that would sweep across the defenders who waited and leave them buried. It was Ander Elessedil who made the difference. It was as if on that day he became at last the King his father had been the King who had led the Elves against the armies of the Warlock Lord those fifty years past. Gone was the weariness and the disillusion. Gone was the doubt that had haunted him since Halys Cut. He believed again in himself and in the determination of those who fought with him. It was an historic moment and the Elven Prince became its focal point. Gathered about him were the armies of four races battle standards flying in the morning wind. Here were the silver war eagles and spreading oak of the Elves the gray and crimson sash of the Free Corps and the black horses of the Old Guard; there flew the forest greens of the Dwarf Sappers.
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