The story of King Arthur's parents, Uther and Igraine.
re dawn. The trees had thinned, and through more open colonnades they looked out on what appeared to be a grass-grown valley sleeping peacefully under the moon. A great cedar grew near, a pyramid of gloom. Malt, the cellaress, grumbling and groaning, crept under its shadows, and commended Igraine to purgatorial fire. The rest, limp and spiritless, vowed they would rather die than take another step. Huddling together under the branches, they were soon half of them asleep in an ecstasy of weariness. Igraine, seeing further effort useless, surrendered to the inevitable, and lay down herself to sleep under the tree.
DAY came with an essential stealth. The great trees stood without a rustling leaf, in a stupor of silence. A vast hush held as though the wold knelt at orisons. Soon ripple on ripple of light surged from the hymning east, and, the night was not.
The sleep of the women from Avangel had proved but brief and fitful, couched as they had been under so strange a roof. They
Found this book at the Library a few years ago. Wasn't able to finish it, and when I went back a few months later it had disappeared from the shelves. I was very happy to see it as a free download.
I love the way this book is written. Deeping weaves a rich tapestry of images with his words. Well-written story, too, although somewhat vintage 1903 melodramatic in places. I enjoyed it very much.
Looking forward to reading more of his books...he was a very prolific writer and a lot of his books are now available as free downloads from various sites.