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From: "Pemberley" <henley@byersedit.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} [SILSF]UPON MINE HONOUR by Helen Henley
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Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2005 17:10:03 -0400
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UPON MINE HONOUR

   by Helen Henley



   The Lady went swift upon the castle stairs to his withdrawing chamber
and cast before him the letter and spoke to him thus: are these thy words?
To which he answered if, Madam, they are in my hand then they are so. 
Then, said she, I am by thy words as cold as the river that flows beside
Camelot, my heart a chamber locked close with chains?  If the words are in
my hand then so, said he.  My Lord of blessed memory is still new among the
saints, and yet you write such knowing there is no man else my son to
defend my good name, said she.  Said he, if these words are found to my
hand, you, my Lady, have such fee to have me face mortal combat.  Then it
shall be so, said she.  Tell me of the hour, the day, said he, and I shall
be girded up and it shall be done in all proper form as is befitting a
knight.

   Upon hearing this she spoke that it should be now, that her son was at
the wars and she would take heed to the matter herself.  And upon this she
cast aside her gown and stood sudden, as at the Day of Judgement, that he
view all.  As he marvelled she asked that the duel be between her cold
marble and his hot man.  Does not, said the Lady, heat seek cold and cold
look to find heat that they consume all?  Tis true in nature, said he, and
if you will have the proof it is here.  And with those words they went upon
the moment to his couch.  Unsheath thy weapon, said she, for I am ready
armed and eager in my anger.

   At a signal they were in the instant to it, he with a shout and she with
a cry.  There was thrust and parry, feint and strike, and his dagger was
deep in to the hilt as often as it was out.  I am done withall, cried the
Lady, thy fierce heat and thy man milk has melted me and I yield.  Not so,
said he, for thou hast drawn all of the man from me and so I am spent. 
They took pause and he spake thus: Madam, in the chapel below is a priest
praying a mass for the soul of my blessed wife these years in heaven.  Let
him be sent for that we may make a compact seemly in the eyes of God and
after I will swear by Saint Just that there shall never be an untruth put
to thy name by me.

   So was it done and when they came together in the field of love, which
was times often, it was as tournament.  For is it not truth that youth is
too hasty and quick to the game and to the finish and years bring with them
a better knowing like unto the warrior in the field of war?

   Is it not also a truth that not a damn thing has changed in 600 years in
the way of devices to bring a woman to bed?

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