~A KING'S CHAMPION~

{CAMPIONEM Y CALIPISIA ~ CHAMPION OF CALIPSOS}

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THE SUMMER DAY DAWNED BRIGHT enough to ignite the loose tinder that scraped through the grounds of the Castle's courts. The heat in Syveria was fiercer than ever. It could rekindle the coals of forgotten hearths, seriously conflicting the residual gloom floating in the people's hearts for the great funeral held the day before. The setting out to sea of Lady Rebelle Cranmer.

Of course if one of the plebeians were to die, the dowdy lass or lad wouldn't be much remembered in high regard. But money speaks, and in the South, this was truer than the splashing heat seemingly raining down from the robust sun or the grace in which the larks called above the coasts of the Emerald sea.