Chapter 31 of 44
23 min read
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or, close the wall up with our English dead. ———And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture—let us swear That you are worth your breeding.
KING HENRY V
Cedric, although not greatly confident in Ulrica’s message, omitted not to communicate her promise to the Black Knight and Locksley. They were well pleased to find they had a friend within the place, who might, in the moment of need, be able to facilitate their entrance, and readily agreed with the Saxon that a storm,
Chapter 31
1 / 36
← → keys or swipe to turn pages
