Chapter 153 No.153

The startled Abbess loud exclaimed;

But she at whom the blow was aimed

Grew pale as death, and cold as lead-

She deemed she heard her death-doom read.

"Cheer thee, my child," the Abbess said;

"They dare not tear thee from my hand

To ride alone with armèd band."

"Nay, holy mother, nay,"

Fitz-Eustace said, "the lovely Clare