Cry of the Banshee Page #2
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- 1970
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No.
No.
Come back with us, my Lady.
Oh, it's only a hound.
Death.
Will visit our house.
Ah, winter's coming in.
And the wolves are
coming with it.
No.
Come on, let's go back.
No. No.
Harry!
Sister, dear.
It's as though we're
all seeds of evil.
Thank you Roderick.
Another of your sons?
No, no, he's my stud groom.
He seems to have a calming
effect on the Ladyship,
and so I have allowed
her to keep him.
She found him,
wandering in the woods
one time many years ago.
When he was a little boy.
Get off the streets!
The mad dog's coming!
Clear the streets, you
hear me? Clear 'em!
Go home.
Go home child.
Don't move.
Sir, sir! Stay back!
It's the mad dog!
UP there!
Stand still!
Don't move, child!
Stay back.
Wait, you have no weapon.
Now, now.
Stay, stay. There there,
good boy, good boy.
Stay. Stay, stay.
Stay.
It's all right, he's
gone. He's gone.
Thank ye sir, for
saving the girl.
You saved her life, sir.
Does that give you
power over animals?
Why, no.
I've had it since
I can remember.
It must be centuries old.
What does this lettering mean?
I don't know.
But surely your parents,
well they must've tied it there.
Well, I have no parents.
Thank ye for saving
us from the dog, sir.
that of our Lord,
Mistress Maureen.
So that dog
couldn't be bewitched.
It couldn't be
fulfilling this curse.
Only children, or
the simplest villager,
I hear it didn't look so
heathen once Roderick tamed it.
It slunk away with its
tail between its legs.
But about Roderick.
Where does he get his
power over animals?
It strikes you strange?
Strikes me fortunate for that
little girl and the witch.
That medallion he wears.
If you're curious, you'd
best ask him yourself.
I did. He doesn't know
where it comes from.
Or what it means.
Or so he claims.
You think him a liar?
You suspect him of witchcraft.
Our Roderick is no more
a sorcerer than I am.
We're all safe with him,
and care nothing of who he
I understand.
Do you?
Then you best treat
it as you would
the most sacred confession.
He threw her
down upon the bank
And used her as he would.
The maiden cried.
"Alas," she sighed,
"I've lost my maidenhead."
And she struggled
slowly to her feet.
And cursed him for his life.
Then from his belt
upon the ground,
She drew the huntsman's knife.
Sing and blow away
the morning dew.
The dew and the dew.
Blow away the morning dew.
"Oh, you have ruined
my life," she cried,
"And now it's time you paid."
Then up against
his manhood's flower
She thrust the sharpened blade.
The huntsman cried
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