Bride to Be (part four)
Bride to Be
But you say a riddle.
Well, I know but little, I am ashamed
I have seen twenty winters, nearly…and
My father and my brothers buried
Where I cannot pray upon their tomb
Lady Tamarilde, how…?
His ways grew with these falterings
Dear to me, confiding and unsure
But I repeated him again, how?
And then, abashed, though not at all
He said, I have not been counselled
Only since disgraced by my uncle
Have I heard, been told, a man takes back his own.
But I mean to do it, lady, I mean to. And—
So also do they say, a bad start makes a bad end.
And indeed, Daughter, I saw it
I asked him, is that city there you’ve marked
That the men of Rome call holy
That they claim enshrines a saint, of their gold and purple faith?
Vergrandis, have I got it right? Vergrandis.
You must tell me how it sits
On a hill? Upon the fertile river lands that flood in spring?
He stood then, with elation on his face
And stooped to me, and raised me, and kissed me
Well, I will propose a hunt…
Why will you not, I stopped him, ask that mendicant
Friar, who passes here
Whether a lady, whom you know, may not ride there
Under guardianship of an entourage, of her father’s knights
And seek audience of the bishop
And beg of him to teach her…?
Why his church did choose this site.
Bride to Be
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King of Chaos
(2018, Stephanie Foster)