" The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears. You are my Sir Galahad, so faithful and true that it is a wonder you exist. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. “You mustn’t say anything more to your mother, Michelle. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. We fetched the doctor and the police. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. Still —there you are!” He paused. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree.
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