667 AUDIOBOOK/READALONG The Wonderful Adventures Of Phra The Phoenician by Edwin Lester Arnold

Introduction

The Human Soul Is Already in the Present Life

The Last Passage of a Memoir

'Arabian Nights'

My Adventures and the End of My Life

The First Voyage

The Great Midland Sea Was the Centre of the World

The Freebooters of the Seas

The Rascal's First Figure Was Ee Hundred of Your Modern Pounds

The Red Maid and the Rogue

The Little Ones of Mysticism

A Girl's Scream of Pleasure and Excitement

The Slave Princess

The Story of Blodwin

The Catastrophe Takes My Gentle Savage Much by Surprise

The Romans and the Romans

'Sempronius' - The Centurion of the Romans

The Darkest and Most Piercing Pair of Eyes That Ever Shone From a Mortal Head

A Knight and a Good Soldier, I Could Say Better With Your Hands Untied

The Great Pretor

The Trial of a Traitor and Roman Spy

The Last Thought, Accursed Stranger

Awakening in the Darkness of the Nether World

Into the Darkness of the Earth

The Great Cavern, a Spangled Knoll, and a Round Hole

Into the Cavern of the Shepherd's Jerkin

The Most Dreadful Game I Ever Played

The Blue Glare of the Cave

The City of Rome, a City of Art and Luxury

The Bath Slave's Discoverion

'Hic Habit Felicitas Ah'

The Year of My Eas

I Can See the Strike That Made That Gritzly Trophy

The Strangest Blue Cord

The Roman Fra in His Golden Turquoise Cincture

Into a Brambly Field

The Damsel Who Bound

'Attorney', a Stalwart Centurion

I Was Sorry for the Tyrantess, for She Was in a Bad Way

Lady, Electra, I Will Marry Her Among the Smoking Ruins of Yours

The Roman Empire and the British Peasant

The Day of Vengeance

The Last Man to Fall Was a Chief

Electra, the Master of My Roman Mistress, the Foremost Spearman

Is There a Better Way to Live?

The Last Stand of Roman Power in Britain

Then a Mighty Brit and Heaved Him Up by His Head

Lady Electria, a Lady of the Shadows

The Ford Was Not Ong in a Minute or Two

Then She Yelled: Die! Die!

The Strangest Things of the World

The Little Maid I Had With Me, and I Felt More Myself Again

The Emperor Ruled Here Now, I Said

Then I Slumbered On, a Few Months Ago, Into My Hands

Then the Night's Vigils Were Over

Run for the Good Cause and for Saxon England

The Earl and His Tardy Troops Had Been Merged Into the General Catastrophe

The Battle of Senlac

The Death of a King

'It's Yours for the Asking'

'Fair Saxon, This Is Destiny'

Is It a Love That Lasts Longer?

'It's All Against My Will'

Editha's Palfrey

Editha's Wedding Feast

'Tis Not My Fashion to Let the Foeman Come Far to See Me'

The Hunter's Supper

The Stones of the Druid Altar

Into the Storm, O Son of Annak. Out of the Wild, Wet Night Wind.

Phoenician, You Were Not Here

Surely You See It!

Is Time, the Great Braggart and Bully of Life?

The Little Heeked Gurth of Editha

The Saxons and the Kings of the World

Whether We Would Be Hanged or Out Cast

The Saxon Churl, Said the Man of Scrolls and Goose S.

The Saxon Porker, Cried Leader of the Troops, Pushing to the Front

The Twilight Rays L Hed Back From Under Our Oak Trees

Then I Sat in the Saddle of My Own Strong Charger, and Stooped With Editha

Into the Darkness of the Saxon Forest

'Tis the Night,' I Cried

'Is This Not Unseemly Haste at Such an Hour?'

Into a New World

Then I Sat Down and Slept Like a Child

I Can't Think Indeed, Sir.

'It Was a Strange Old Relic,' He Said

The Acolyte, Quoth the Monk.

Dost Thou Sail for France to Night?

The Red Blood of a Monk, a Jolly, Mellow Brew

'Tis That Vintage With the Two White Crosses Down by the Vent,' I Thought

Into the Refectory of the Monastery

The Cherubs Will Begin!

Is the Abbot a Good Cook?

The Blessed Sul De Montaigne

Yonder Abbey of Battle, Stammered the Abbot

Then, if Thou Darest Not Answer This Question, Who Reigns Above Us Now?

I Lied, I Lied, I Yelled.

Didst Draw Sword in a Good Quarrel, Sir?

Then Came a Henry, and a Noble Edward Followed Him.

Priest, Dost Thou Fear the Fires of Thy Purgatory?

Is There Such a Woman in Saint Olaf's?

Then I Sprang Out Into the Night and the Open World

Into the Raiment of the Time

A Simple Dream, a Simple Dream

Then I Sat Up Sage and Reflective

The First Wise Man

Then He Swung a Flail in the Cause of the Muses.

The Secret Pardoner's Calling Was Under Ban

A Country Tumbril Loaded With Rustic Things

The Master Embroiderer's Shears, and the Cutler's Ness

A Soldier's View

Then a Gorget for You, Sir, and Here's a Tabard for You

Then the Squires Came to the Table and Shook Their Beavers and Drank It Down Their Throats.

'Tis a Cursed, Perilous Expedition'

The Second Is as Magnificent as Ever Heard

The Elder Will Not Marry Because Her Suitors Are All Men

The Black Jade May Wait for Her Princeling for a Hundred Years

The Lord's Great Blazon

A Gay Knot of Men, Gathering Around Two Fair Women

The Black Alionora

A Fair and Tender Young Girl

A Little More Thoughtful Than I Thought

- The White Rose, and the White Rose of the Knights

The Lady's Heart - A Memoir

Maid, I Will Follow Thee Through Life

I Sat on the Trestles, and Poured Out Before Her the Offering of My Passion

I Am Sorry, Sir, Indeed I Am

'Frame Is Going, Fra Fra Is Going'

Is This a Good Knight, Sir, Stranger?

Until We Meet Again

Then I Sat a Charger in Such Woods as These

The Gentleman's Armour Was Complete From Top to Toe, and There Was Naught to Judge By

The Silent Boy, the Silent Man, the Inquisitor

A Young Knight's Disappointment

A Sad Road

The Dead and Dying Horses

Those Smouldering Huts and Black Ruins, a Stern Pastime This

The Chivalry of the English Army

The War Is Open to All

The Welshmen, a Fair French Girl, Afraid of Misadventure

'Tis a New Page'

Then He Bent, Mad, Mad Girl, I Heard Him Say.

The King's Grooming Speech

The Chivalrous Army

The King's Feast, a Hush Fell Upon Those Gallant Troops

The King and the King's Squire

The Black Prince and the Dark Knight

Surely God's Beneficence Still Shields Him in His Sleep.

The Reverend Father Good Warringham

The St. Patrick's Day, and the Abbot's Prayers

What a Strange Story!

A Little Weapon Is Needed Here

Isabel of Oswaldston, Thy Old Playmate, Isabel

The Sluggish Stream Runs to Northward Towards Flanders

Dost Thou Not Think So?

'Thou Hast Had Small Ken of Mads, I Think, Sweet Soldier'

'Twas a Pause Like No Soldier Likes'

'Twas a Strange Pause, a Sullen, Heavy Silence

Then, Dear Friends and Cousins, Remember Every Blow That Struck Is Struck for England

Strike Home Upon These Braggart Bullies Who Would Eir the Lion's Den

'Twas a Good Shock'

Welshman's Morning Song

'Twas Just a Blinding Crash

The Savage Shriek of the Victor

A Good Day Indeed!

The Great Constable's Humming Falcion Lit

The Great Staggered a Foot in the Ground, and the Great Tottered and Fell Dead

Sweet Maid. I Love You and Know Nothing Else

I Loved Thee, and She Lay Back White

The Lord's Prayers and the Priest's Requiem

I Will Not Wing This Fair Girl's Soul With Their Hirling Prayers

I Sat and Stared Into the Yellow Tapers

The Sombre Shadows Were Seamed by the Winding of the Pale River

The Last Atom of the Priestly Taper Shone Fitful and Yellow for a Moment Upon the Dead Isabel, and Then Went Out

I Shook a Trembling, Entreating Hand, and Drew It Back, and Now Forward

The Impossible Still Exists

The Night of Phoenician

I Have Come Round for Our Brave Young Captain, for Your Good Lady, Sir

The King's Galleys

The King Has Made an Order, and We Are to Sail to the Nearest Harbour

'Tis a Question With Us, Sir Knight

Into the Darkness of the Night

Old Ufner of the Reek in Altars Hoth

Awakening

The White Star That Followed It

'Tis Not Pure Neighbourliness That Brings You Thus Early to My Rescue

Those Jolly Wild Days Rose Before Me

The Ruffian I Had Felled Was Beginning to Move, and a Stout Stave in My Hand.

The Crypt, a Bare and Lichened Heap, Washed Out From Its Mound by Rains.

Then I Sat and Stared and Laughed, and Reluctantly Passed on Again.

The Little Maiden, a Friend of the Lord

I Was Not in Very Good Kind of Myself

The Queen's Footstool

Is There a Presence About Thee That Makes Me Err?

The Queen, the Queen of the Country

Is a Fool, a Rogue, an Assassin?

The Sallow Virago Flushed Like an Angry Yellow Sunset, and Scowled Round Upon Her Courtiers

The Queen, a More Valorous Knight, Was Never Buckled Into Armour

The Een Took It, and Shook It Straight to From Famous Cresi

The Infernal Powers of the Old British Grave