Owen Tudor, by the Author of 'Whitefriars' (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: and yearning tenderness in the beautiful countenance of tho youth?murmured something which seemed like a blessing?and sunk back on his couch. But, though evidently exhausted, his eyes closed not. The shattered battlement, directly in front, admitted a wide view of the towering mountains on the opposite shores of the straits, and a sudden break of sun- shine among the mists which enveloped their summits shone down the vast sides of Snowdon, with that peculiar red glow which ancient superstition ascribed to the blood with which its rocks were so often deluged. To point emphatically at this tragic radiance was the last movement of the chieftain of Penmynydd, as he sunk back in his son's arras, and, heaving a sigh of exhaustion rather than of pain, resigned his spirit in an ineffectual attempt to return the kiss which filial love and reverence pressed on his livid brow. CHAPTER III. THE CAMP OF HENBY V. It was some months after' the death of the Chief of Pen- fflynydd, in the beginning of spring, when his heir departed on the singular and dangerous mission with which he was charged to France. Without military aid from that country, even Owen perceived the impossibility of raising his own in revolt against the English sway, or at all events of sustaining the struggle which must ensue. The spirit of the people was cowed by recent and severe chastisements, nor was it likely, unless encouraged by some powerful assistance, that the Welsh chiefs would again venture iijto a contest in which they had Buffered already such extremities of humiliation and loss. It was, therefore, with a view to obtain armed assistance from the new government of France that Owen resolved to proceed to Paris He took his departure with all possible secreqy, with only one attendant, in a barque which ...