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<p align=3D"center"> Black Lamoral were leading a forlorn hope. With all
my old company behind us, we were thundering upon an
enemy as thick as ants, covering the face of the earth. Down
came Black Lamoral, and the hoofs of every mad charger went
over me. For a time I was dead; then I lived again, and was
walking with the forester's daughter in the green chase at
home. The oaks stretched broad sheltering arms above the
young fern and the little wild flowers, and the deer turned and
looked at us. In the open spaces, starring the lush grass, were
all the yellow primroses that ever bloomed. I gathered them for
her, but when I would have given them to her she was no
longer the forester's daughter, but a proud lady, heiress to
lands and gold, the ward of the King. She would not take the
primroses from a poor gentleman, but shook her head and
laughed sweetly, and faded into a waterfall that leaped from a
pink hill into a waveless sea. Another darkness, and I was cap-
tive to the Chickahominies, tied to the stake. My arm and
shoulder were on fire, and Opechancanough came and looked
at me, with his dark, still face and his burning eyes. The fierce
pain died, and I with it, and I lay in a grave and listened to the
loud and deep murmur of the forest above. I lay there for ages
on ages before I awoke to the fact that the darkness about me
was the darkness of a ship's hold, and the murmur of the forest
the wash of the water alongside. I put out an arm and touched,
not the side of a grave, but a ship's timbers. I stretched forth
the other arm, then dropped it with a groan. Some one bent
over me and held water to my lips. I drank, and my senses
came fully to me. "Diccon!" I said.</p>
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