Quotes from Roger Lancelyn Green

Underneath this little stone Lies Robert Earl of Huntington; No other archer was so good - And people called him Robin Hood. Such outlaws as he and his men Will England never see again.

Here have I come to die,' he said, 'and where else could I ask to die but in your arms?

Underneath this little stone Lies Robert Earl of Huntington; No other archer was so good - And people called him Robin Hood. Such outlaws as he and his men Will England never see again.

The big knight fell heavily to the ground, and lay there, as nearly dead as possible. His servants came running from the castle and took him in. He got better in the end, but nobody cared much about that.

No longer are you Sekhmet the Slayer: you are Hathor the Lady of Love. Yet your power over mankind shall be greater even than it was – for the passion of love shall be stronger than the passion of hate, and all shall know love, and all shall be your victims.

He] would have cried out in horror if the silence had not pressed like a weight that held him paralyzed.

Then the silence was broken by a whisper soft as a feather falling, yet which seemed to fill the whole Temple with sound: 'Follow me now, my father,' said the voice of Se-Osiris, 'for the time is short and we must be back before the morning if we would live to see the Sun of Ra rise again over Egypt.' Setna turned, and saw beside him the Bai or soul of Se-Osiris - a great bird with golden feathers but with the head of his son. 'I follow,' he forced his lips to answer....

One red gash of sunset shone....

The great wooden doors screamed open on their pivots - yet not so loudly did they scream as the man who lay with one of the pivots turning in his eye as punishment for the evil he had done upon earth.

Heavy was the heart of the evil-doer and it dragged down the Scale....

They returned] as ordinary, living father and child, in time to see the sun rise beyond the eastern desert and turn the cliffs of Western Thebes to pink and purple and gold as a new day dawned over Egypt.

The corpse sat up, ghastly in the moonlight, and held out its withered hand.

The night fled away in the joy on their reunion.