Right Royal

Right Royal

Right Royal

Right Royal

Excerpt

An hour before the race they talked together

A pair of lovers in the mild March weather,

Charles Cothill and the golden lady, Em.

Beautiful England's hands had fashioned them.


He was from Sleins, that manor up the Lithe;

Riding the Downs had made his body blithe;

Stalwart he was, and springy, hardened, swift,

Able for perfect speed with perfect thrift,

Man to the core yet moving like a lad.

Dark honest eyes with merry gaze he had,

A fine firm mouth, and wind-tan on his skin.

He was to ride and ready to begin.

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