Chapter 18 RECOGNITION.

Oh! my mother!

You do not know the heart that you have pierced!

I-I-thy son-thine Arthur-I avenge?

Never on thee.

Live happy-love my brother-

Forget that I was born.

Here, here-these proofs-

These-these!

Oh! see you where the words are blistered

With my hot tears?

I wept-it was for joy-

I did not think of lands, of