The Red Tavern
"[...]might make its home within the green midric of Richard himself." "Hast heard the latest from the hunchback's camp?" another whispered. "Nay. What is 't?" "'Tis said by the outposts along the slough that there were heard wild shriekings in King Richard's tent during the night." "Ah! the foul fiends bidding him to their black abode. Mark you, Jock, once he gets there he'll have the whole dismal brood hanged, drawn, and quartered before the year's end." "'Twould be his first gracious deed then, I give thee warrant." From an opposite point of the compass a second cock crowed; and then another and another. The day at last was dawning; the mist lifting, dispersing. Slowly it thinned away, as though one after another of a myriad of gauzy[...]."
- Paperback | 198 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 9.4mm | 303.91g
- 24 Jul 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- United States
- black & white illustrations