Excerpt from Red O' the Feud I remember, and yet I will not go just yet. Her voice seemed palpable, a thing of shape, so full was it of courage, dread, great anguish, and great pride. I shall carry on the feud, dear lad I shall be spared until I have set my burden down. See Rest your head just so, and dream we're lad and lass again - dream 'tis our first kiss stolen by the Brigg of Tryst. She smiled into his eyes, a piteous smile by reason of its bravery. And into the man's face crept a tenderness beyond belief wild he had lived, and wild he was dying, with his naked sins upon him and a sword-cut gaping in his Side; but his glance was fearless, free of shame or anguish, for they had loved each other well. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.