Isabel of Oswaldston, Thy Old Playmate, Isabel

"I was so newly enamoured. What passed then within that steel cask?" "Oh, i am wretched, miserable and eager against all my instincts for to morrow's horrors," replied the young knight. But before he could fashion his suspicions, flamau ceur mastered his feelings and said in a shy, humble voice, wondrously altered, i will write to thy maid." He drew off his steel gauntlet and took up the pen. 'You see, good youth, our parting was such she weeps in solitude, i expect, hoping nothing from me,' wrote isabel of oswaldston. ‘And therefore i would wish to break my amendment