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Crimora.
That shield I bring, O Connal; but it did not defend my father. By the spear of Gauror he fell. Thou mayst fall, O Connal!
Connal.
Fall indeed I may: But raise my tomb, Crimora. Some stones, a mound of earth, shall keep my memory. Though fair thou art, my love, as the light; more pleasant the gale of the hill; yet I will not stay. Raise my tomb, Crimora.
Crimora.
Then give me those arms of light; that sword, and that spear of steel. I shall meet Dargo with thee, and aid my
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