By Jeffery Farnol
Illustrations in color by Eric Pape
(Illustrations not included in
this edition)
Copyright, 1920,
By Little,
Brown, And Company.
All rights reserved Published September,
1920
Norwood Press
Set up and electrotyped by J. S.
Cushing Co. Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
CONTENTS
PRELUDE
FYTTE I
FYTTE 2
FYTTE 3
FYTTE 4
FYTTE 5
FYTTE 6
FYTTE 7
FYTTE 8
FYTTE 9
FYTTE 10
FYTTE 11
FYTTE 12
My GILLIAN, thou child that budding woman art
For whom to-day and yesterday lie far apart
Already thou, my dear, dost longer dresses wear
And bobbest in most strange, new-fangled ways thy hair;
Thou lookest on the world with eyes grown serious
And rul'st thy father with a sway imperious
Particularly as regards his socks and ties
Insistent that each with the other harmonise.
Instead of simple fairy-tales that pleased of yore
Romantic verse thou read'st and novels by the score
And very oft I've known thee sigh and call them “stuff”
Vowing of love romantic they've not half enough.
Wherefore, like fond and doting parent, I
Will strive this want romantic to supply.
I'll write for thee a book of sighing lover
Crammed with ROMANCE from cover unto cover;
A book the like of which 't were hard to find
Filled with ROMANCE of every sort and kind.
I'll write it as the Gestours wrote of old,
In prose, blank-verse, and rhyme it shall be told.
And GILLIAN—
Some day perhaps, my dear, when you are grown
A portly dame with children of your own
You'll gather all your troop about your knee
And read to them this Geste I made for thee.
ILLUSTRATIONS
“Nobles of Brocelaunde, salute your Duchess
Yolande”
They saw afar the town of Canalise
“Brave soldier, I do thank thee well!” she sighed
“Hush, poor Motley!” whispered the maid.
With mighty bound, bold Robin leaping came
The long blades whirled and flashed