Bannockburn, a Novel
Vorkosigan Saga #19Bannockburn
ISBN: | 9781150650055 |
Publisher: | Rarebooksclub.com |
Published: | 1 July, 2012 |
Format: | Paperback |
Language: | English |
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- 1 Falling Free
- 2 Shards of Honor
- 3 Barrayar
- 4 The Warrior's Apprentice
- 5 The Mountains of Mourning
- 6 Weatherman
- 7 The Vor Game
- 8 Cetaganda
- 9 Ethan of Athos
- 10 Borders of Infinity
- 13 Brothers in Arms
- 14 Mirror Dance
- 15 Memory
- 16 Komarr
- 17 A Civil Campaign
- 18 Winterfair Gifts
- 19 Diplomatic Immunity
- 20 Captain Vorpatril's Alliance
- 21 Cryoburn
- Brothers in Arms
- Cetaganda
- Cordelia's honor
- Dreamweaver's Dilemma
- Miles Errant
- Miles in Love
- Miles, Mystery & Mayhem
- Shards of Honor
- Young Miles
Bannockburn, a Novel
Vorkosigan Saga #19Bannockburn
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1821 edition. Excerpt: ... lang milk-white fingers, she hurried me wildly on. 'That is the banner of his troop!' said she, picking up half o' the colour. 'O! he cannot be far off; and, madness! madness! he may be dead!' 'Wounded, I dare say; but no dead, I hope, ' replied I. A faint sigh we heard; and, looking forward, beheld the harnessed arm o' a knight raise itself up, then fa' down. She flew; and, throwing herself down on his body, screamed, 'Edward! Edward!' I hastened, and, with her help, undid the helmet that hid him from her sight; but, on wiping awa bluid that nearly disfigured him--it was not he. 'Mercy!' said the wounded officer, 'and an ample ransom you shall have. Water I water!' 'I hae nae water, ' replied I, 'but a little usqueba' in a canteen.' I built him up wi' shattered targets, poured a little spirits into his mouth, and telt him to sit up, unless he saw ought like me: if sae, to lie for dead, and let them strip him, or death might be his lot. Weel, I then lookit round for the leddy, but beheld her fleeing awa. Soon, however, I again o'ertook her; and we gaed on. The nicher o' a horse drew our attention: it was as if the animal heard the voice o' ane he ken'd. She bounded owre a brook, and screamed, 'Tis he! 'tis he!' I then beheld her throw herself down, clasp, ing to a' appearance a corpse to her breast. Hastily I undid the helmet, and, God help me! it was her Edward. I put my hand on his breast--A' still!--I washed awa the bluid. Oh! what a brave fine lad 1 beheld. Sorrow, if I didna kiss his cauld cheek mysel out o' pity. I then tried my faithfu' friend the usqueba'. A faint struggle seemed to gae owre his frame. Julia pled in a' the maist heartbreaking strains o' love for him to live to bless her and her babes. I believe my een had a tear in them;...
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