原文 (英语)

CHAPTER I. THE WHITE LION OF MARCH SHAKES HIS MANE. "And what news?" asked Hastings, as he found himself amidst the king's squires; while yet was heard the laugh of the tymbesteres, and yet gliding through the trees might be seen the retreating form of Sibyll. "My lord, the king needs you instantly. A courier has just arrived from the North. The Lords St. John, Rivers, De Fulke, and Scales are already with his highness." "Where?" "In the great council chamber." To that me