Warwick Deeping

Name: Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII
Author: Warwick Deeping

Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

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“Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII”, published in 1903, is a work by Warwick Deeping. It explores elements such as Igraine, helmet and meadows.

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ It came to pass, on the very day that Uther spoke with Merlin in the forest, that Igraine rode over a stretch of hills by a sheep-track, and came down into a valley not many leagues from Caerleon. The place stood thick with woodland, ranged tier on tier with the peaked bosses of huge trees. That impenetrable mystery of solitude that abides where forests grow was deeply hallowed in this silent dale. The infinite majesty of nature had cast a spell there, and the vast oaks, like pyramids of gloom, caverned a silence that was utter and divine. ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ With the peril past, Igraine could not forego the sly scrap of mischief that the occasion offered; her white teeth gleamed in a smile under her helmet, as she wiped her sword on the horse's mane, before sheathing it.
"Give Heaven thanks," she said, with a quaint sententiousness of gesture. "Be sure in thy heart that it was a mere providence of God that I heard thy screaming. As for yon clod of clay, we will bury it later, lest it should pollute so goodly a pool. For the rest, child, I am an old man, and hungry, and would taste bread." ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ When persuasion and comforting had quieted her some-what, she sat on the floor at Igraine's feet, her round eyes big with an unstinted wonder. Even Igraine's hunger and the devoir done upon the new milk could hardly persuade the girl that this being in armour was no saint, but a very real and warm-blooded woman. She even touched Igraine's fingers with her lips, to satisfy herself as to the warmth and solidity of the slim strong hand. She had never heard of such a marvel, a woman, and a very beautiful woman, riding out as a man, and doing man's bravest work with courage and cleverness. ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ Igraine, halting on the brink of the meadowland, looked down over wood and water. The quiet of the place, the clear glint of the pool, the scent of the meadows, brought back the valley in Andredswold, and the manor in the mere. She loved the place on the instant. Even a blue plume of smoke rising straight to the sky, and the grey-brown backs of a few sheep in the meadows, evidencing as they did the proximity of man, failed to disenchant the solitary grandeur of the scene.
There is no stable perpetuation of peace in the world ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ If hate repelled, love drew with dreams. Yet had Igraine been asked of peace at heart, she would have smiled and sighed together. There are degrees of misery, and solitary suffering is preferable to that publicity which is very torture in itself, a galling whip to the tender flanks of pride. ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ In rough ages might was right, and every man's inclination law unto himself. To strike hard was to win crude justice; to ride a horse, to wear mail, to carry a sword, were characteristics that ensured considerable reverence from men less fortunate, by maintaining at least an outward arrogance of strength. Not only on these grounds alone did the Knight of the Cloven Heart hold at a disadvantage those folk of the wilderness who went--to speak metaphorically--naked. ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ Igraine talked to the girl and soon began to win her to less devotional attitude with that graciousness of manner that became her so well at such a season. She forgot herself for the time, in listening to this child of solitude. The girl's father--an old man--had died two winters ago, and she had buried him with her own hands, under a tree in the dale. Since his death, she had lived on in the cabin, alone, a forest child nurtured in forest law. Every Sabbath, Renan, a shepherd lad in a lord's service, would come over the hills and pass the day with her. ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ She made brave show enough, had a strong arm and a strong body, and could match any man in the mere matter of courage. The moral effect of her great horse, her shield and harness, and the sword at her side, carried her unchallenged through wood and valley where meaner wayfarers might have come to grief, or suffered a tumbling. The forest folk assumed her a knight under her helmet and her harness ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ Day by day a dream prophetic of the future was pictured in the imagery of thought till it grew familiar as an often looked on landscape that awakes no wonder and no strange unrest. The ordinances of man had thrust on her a damnable tyranny, and she was more than weary of the restrictions of the world. ”

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Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine — Book III: Chapter VII (1903)

“ The inevitable scorn of custom bad long taken hold upon her being, and she had been driven to that state when the soul founds a republic within itself, and creates its ethics from the promptings of the heart. ”

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