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The woodland Mass in the yew-tree glade was served nextby an

acolyte in cassock and cotta The way of it was this Alice of the

Herht of a cloudy dahen

she heard a step and the rustling of branches behind her Looking

quickly round, she saw a boy co her wonder He was a dark-haired slim lad, in leather jerkin

and breeches, had crireen

cap with a pheasant's tail-feather in it The cap he presently took

off in salutation He said his na questions, and such untroubled eyes; he was moreover

so plainly a Christian, that when he asked Alice if he ht serve the

Mass she went advocate for hi breakfasted, lay asleep in Alice's bed when a knight

cae on a cob His

gilded armour blazed in the sun, a tall blue pluure--tall and a superb horse fro out

to see, thought hihness need of Saint Lucy's poor bedeshness needs the whereabouts of a flitted lady," said the knight

in a high clear voice

Isoult, whom the clatter had awakened, lay like a hare in her form At