Amélie Rives

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Amélie Rives The Garden of the King (1907)

And she knew not how she left the hall, nor when,—nor when or how Mervais got him from her presence, for the dread of those words was upon her, and the great rubis stone, carved like a rose, that lay hidden in her breast, bit deep through bone and flesh into the heart within her heart, like as it had been the rose of pure desire, in the King's garden in the lay.
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Amélie Rives The Garden of the King (1907)

And suddenly sobs shook her, and she bent down her face into the cup of her two hands.
"Woe, woe is me!" sobbed Alizonde the Queen, "for thou, my love, art Virgin Knight, else couldst thou not touch this jewel while I am seven years wedded to my loathing."
"Oh, loveliest and purest," said Mervais, "thy spirit hath been ever virgin—what is the rest to me? Think on the King's garden wherein there is no weeping, nor pain of any kind, and where thou shalt be a little maid again."
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Amélie Rives The Garden of the King (1907)

I am but mortal, and thou seemest to me more than mortal, and I would kiss thee once, and yet must I do the thing that is right."
"Oh, Alizonde!" cried he, "in the garden of the King thou shalt lie upon my heart and I will kiss thee with the kiss of love, and set the rose of pure desire in thy breast. Mortal with thy mortality am I, and immortal with thy immortality. And I would fain kiss thee, too, Alizonde!"
Presently the Queen said:
"This is a sweet pain. I am glad to bear it. Hast thou also pain, and is it sweet to thee?"
"Great is my pain," said Mervais, "and glad am I to bear it."
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