<> Ferg020 Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg020 Manuscript Peace, Terror, Kinsmen English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg020 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg020_2.jpg LHL Archive ´╗┐But each good year has seen its harvests three, Of blade, of ear, of fruit, apple and nut Peace until now in all his realm has reigned, And terror of just laws kept men secure. What though, by love constrained, in passion's hour, I joined my fortunes to the desperate fates Of hapless kinsmen, I repent it now, And wish that rigorous law had had its course Sooner than this good king should now be slain." " Not spoken like a brother," Ingcel said, " Nor one who feels for brothers by the side Of a grey father butchered, as I feel." " 'Twas blind chance-medley, and we knew them not, For kin of thine," said Ferragon ; " but he, This king, is kin of ours ; and that thou knowest With seasonable warning : it were woe To slay him." " Woe it were, perchance, to thee ; To me, 'twere joy to slay both him and them ; 'Twere blood for blood, and what my soul desires. My father was a king : my brethren seven Were princely nurtured. Think'st thou I for them Feel not compassion ? nourish not desire Of vengeance ? No. I stand upon the oaths Ye swore me ; I demand my spoil for spoil, My blood for blood." " 'Tis just," said Fergobar, " We promised and will make the bargain good." " Yet take the spoil we own to be thy right Text