The Last DayTHE LAST DAYTower of London: Night, nearing dawn. From outside comes the fairly distant sound of hammering. The room is six paces wide, with one tiny bed in the corner, and a straw mattress on the floor for the companion. A typical medieval window is on one wall, filled with small panes of glass. Anne is pacing the tiny room, an almost helpless figure, while Lady Cathaway watches from her position on the straw mattress, wringing her hands in distress. Anne stops, and looks out of the window.LADY CATHAWAY:Oh, Queen Anne! The sound of that hammer...it drives right into my very skull! Will they never stop?ANNE:They will stop soon enough, Lady Cathaway. They will stop soon enough.Anne turns away from the window and looks at Lady Cathaway, a mix of fear and sorrow crossing her face.ANNE:And the place that ran with my brothers blood will run with mine. I also wish for the sound to stop, and yet I do not. For when it does, then it will mean that the scaffold
Ballad of King ArthurBallad of King Arthur and Sir Lancelot.Gledd of Frea Arthur ond Leof Lancelot.In the golden cup swirled the blood-red wineIn se gylden cuppe flowend se blod-read win,which he clutched unto his chest so near,ðe he fenged oð his banhus swa neah,Oh Arthur cries in Camelot,O, Arthur wop in Camelot,For he's lost his Guinevere,For he leosan his Guinevere.Oh Guinevere, oh Guinevere,O Guinevere, o Guinevere,to heav'n reached up his fervent call,To heofon ræcaned up his geornful hatan,It echoed round the lonesome room,Hit dynianed ymbutan se anstapa rum,And broke the surrounding pall.Ond brekan se fæðmian salnes.Betrayed! Betrayed! King Arthur wept,Belæwan! Belæwan! Frea Arthur wep,Though he loved them no less,Þeah he lufud hie ne læssa,I am betrayed by my knight,Ic sie belæwan be min cempa,And my Lady of Westernesse!Ond min hlæfdige þæs Westernesse!The cry
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