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Portrait of Warwick Deeping Warwick Deeping Uther and Igraine — Book IV: Chapter V (1903)

Gorlois ordered the castle into a state of siege, and with the night an atmosphere of suspense gathered about Tintagel.
About midnight some dozen points of fire burst out redly on the hills. Sudden and sinister they shone like beacon fires, but by whom lit the castle folks could not tell. Men idled on the walls, shoulder to shoulder, talking in undertones, with now and again a bluff oath to invoke courage. The black infinite, above, around, seemed to hem the place as eternity hems the soul. War and death lurked in the dark, and on the rocks the sea kept up a perpetual moan.
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Portrait of Warwick Deeping Warwick Deeping Uther and Igraine — Book IV: Chapter V (1903)

How should Uther the King know that she was mewed in Tintagel at Gorlois's pleasure! Had he not commended her to the calm orchards and cloisters of a nunnery? Even the ring he had given her had been stolen by sheer force. Days came and went, dawn flooded the eastern woods with gold, and evening tossed her torches in the west. To Igraine they were as alike as the gulls that wheeled and winged white over the blue waters.
There are few men of such despicable fibre that they are wholly ruled by the egotism of the flesh.
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Portrait of Warwick Deeping Warwick Deeping Uther and Igraine — Book IV: Chapter V (1903)

When the grey veil rose from the world many faces looked out east and west from Tintagel for sign of legions or of ships at sea. Strange truth! not a sail showed upon the ocean, not a spear or shield glimmered on the eastern hills. The threatenings of the night seemed to have cleared like the leaden cloudscape of a stormy sky.
Gorlois, scarred, brooding, sinister, appealed his knights as to the event.
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