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BLOSS C.A. Heroines of the Crusades

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BLOSS C.A.
Heroines of the Crusades
page 373



my side have already gathered the carnation from thy cheek." " Yet, my lord—" interposed Eleanora. " Nay, nay," said Edward, " disturb not thy sweet 60ul ; perchance more than my life depends upon the interview. I will straight dismiss the envoy, and then thou canst en-trust my slumbers to the care of the faithful Eva." At the mention of Eva a new and not less painful train . of associations was awakened inthe mind of Eleanora, and with a heavy sigh she withdrew as the messenger entered. A moment after there were sounds as of a violent strug-gle and of the fall of a heavy body, and Eleanora, who had lingered in the ante-chamber, scarcely knowing why, rushed back into the apartment, followed by the chamberlain and guards. The assassin lay upon the floor in the agonies of death, his head broken by the oaken tressel from which she had just risen. Prostrate by Iiis side lay the prince, in a state of insensibility, the blood faintly oozing from a wound in his arm. The princess comprehended at once the risk her husband had incurred, and shuddered with apprehension at the thought of the danger that yet might menace him ; and while the attendants lifted him from the floor, she tenderly raised his arm to her lips, and began to draw the-venom from the wound. But no sooner did Edward revive from his swoon, than, forcibly thrusting her aside, he ex-claimed, "Eleanora my life, knowest thou not the dagger was poisoned ?" " Even so, my lord," said she, with steadfast composure, etill firmly persisting in her purpose, notwithstanding his constant remonstrance. The fearful intelligence of their leader's peril spread with lightning speed through the city, and self-sent messengers hurried in every direction, and summoned leeches and priests to cure or shrive the dying monarch. The Grand Master of the Temple, who was somewhat practised in the habits of the assassins, appeared in the midst of the exciting scene, and commending the timely application of Eleanora's 389


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