Soft tranquil eyes had lifted from her book. "You are my
cousin now, messire," this phantom had appeared to say.
That was the worst, and Maudelain began to fear he was a little mad
because even this he had resisted with many aves.
There came also to his hut, through a sullen snowstorm, upon the
afternoon of All Soul's day, a horseman in a long cloak of black. He
tethered his black horse and he came noiselessly through the doorway
of the hut, and upon his breast and shoulders the snow was white as
the bleached bones of those women that died in Merlin's youth.
"Greetings in God's name, Messire Edward Maudelain," the stranger
said.
Since the new-comer spoke intrepidly of holy things a cheerier
Maudelain knew that this at least was no demon. "Greetings!" he
answered. "But I am Evrawc. You name a man long dead."
"But it is from a certain Bohemian woman I come. What matter, then, if
the dead receive me?" And thus speaking, the stranger dropped his
cloak.
He was clad, as you now saw, in flame-colored satin, which shimmered
with each movement like a high flame.
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