The Beggar’s Curse. Ann Pilling

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      The Beggar's Curse

      

      Ann Pilling

      

      For Benjamin and Thomas

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Afterword

       Keep Reading

       Also by the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       The Ballad of Semmerwater

      Deep asleep, deep asleep,

      Deep asleep it lies,

      The still lake of Semmerwater

      Under the still skies.

      And many a fathom, many a fathom,

      Many a fathom below,

      In a king’s tower and a queen’s bower

      The fishes come and go.

      Once there stood by Semmerwater

      A mickle town and tall;

      King’s tower and queen’s bower,

      And the wakeman on the wall.

      Came a beggar halt and sore:

      “I faint for lack of bread.”

      King’s tower and queen’s bower

      Cast him forth unfed.

      He knocked at the door of the eller’s cot,

      The eller’s cot in the dale.

      They gave him of their oatcake.

      They gave him of their ale.

      He has cursed aloud that city proud,

      He has cursed it in its pride;

      He has cursed it into Semmerwater

      Down the brant hillside;

      He has cursed it into Semmerwater,

      There to bide.

      King’s tower and queen’s bower,

      And a mickle town and tall;

      By glimmer of scale and gleam of fin,

      Folks have seen them all.

      King’s tower and queen’s bower,

      And weed and reed in the gloom;

      And a lost city in Semmerwater,

      Deep asleep till Doom.

       William Watson

      Someone was hammering on the Blakemans’ front door. Prill ran to open

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