H. C. Bailey,
The Fool — Chapter 2
(1921)
“ And Sir Odo hath caught you and will torture your life away. Why then, tell him where he may find Madame Empress and you go free." "Oh, base!" the child cried. "It is a treachery. You—you are a mean thing and naught." "Yea, yea. Yet think, child. He means the worst that a man can. But you have a way of deliverance, and it is no virtue to give yourself to suffer sin. Save yourself, then, for blessed Mother Mary's sake." "It is you who are like the fiend," the child cried. "Not Bran, no. God help poor Bran, who means you well. Bran is but a fool. What is that gold about your neck, lady?" ”
