Arthur Blane; or, The Hundred CuirassiersGrant, James
History
Arthur Blane; or, The Hundred Cuirassiers
Grant, James
France -- History -- Louis XIII, 1610-1643 -- Fiction
I bit my lips, and strove to conceal from René the real emotions that
stirred my soul; but had not a sudden giddiness and dimness of sight,
consequent to his wound and loss of blood, assailed him at that
moment, he must have detected it. I gave him my arm, and, propped on
the other side by his long rapier, he walked beside me in search of a
surgeon. Chancing to meet the physician of the Marquis de Toneins, I
had his wound skilfully dressed, and he was soon pronounced, out of
all danger. It was the barbarous custom of those wars, to exact
ransoms from prisoners; so, on finding himself well enough to walk
about next day, René, who lived with me at the quarters of the Guard,
said,
'I cannot pay you a ransom, M. Blane, for I possess nothing in this
world but my sword and the cross of my order.'
'You are my special prisoner, dear René,' said I; 'but never had the
thought of ransom from you entered my mind. I shall obtain your
release from Lavalette, with passports wherewith to cross the Rhine.
You have been the faithful friend of Marie Louise--'
'All, yes--ever since the happy days at Nanci, where, as a boy and
girl, we fed the golden fish in the fountains and played and shot
together with the arbalest à jallet in the palace gardens.'
'Well; continue to be her friend: for in such times as these with a
child for her husband, she will have much need of an ally so faithful
as you.'
René grew pale and cast down his eyes, while my own breast heaved
responsive to the sigh that escaped him; for the love of René, like
my own, seemed one of the many misplaced affections that, in spite of
reason, will ever exist in the world. We parted; but as we knew not
where Marie Louise was residing--whether secluded in her father's
conquered dukedom, or on the German side of the Rhine--he crossed the
latter, and joined the army of Count Gallas, under whose command, he,
poor fellow! perished soon after at the siege of St. Jean de Losne.
Poor René! in his heart were united the tenderness of a woman with
the faith of a dog and the valour of a lion.
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