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Stephanus Marcus 4

Stephanus Marcus Book I Canto I Verses 6 and 7 Young Guenevere was maid to Katharine. That damsel worshiped Marcus more than life. It pained her so to see him go between the other knights as bold to face the strife. Her mind was sliced with vision's sharpest knife: him slain on plain away from castle keep. If happened, she would never be his wife; there couldn't be another moment's sleep. Scenario brought ache, the pain was very deep. Stephnus Marcus reined his courser straight secreting rose from sight beneath fur cape. With heel the charger he did goad from wait and entered moving line that he must ape. Now over mane of steed head low did drape, and smile most painful showed much care on face. Quick wave of free hand gave a sorry scape, his try at leaving bravely showed no trace for melancholy spirit sealed his pain in place.

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