Corse de Leon; or, The Brigand: A Romance. Volume 1 (of 2)James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Corse de Leon; or, The Brigand: A Romance. Volume 1 (of 2)
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction
"Do you know what that is?" demanded Corse de Leon; and, ere Bernard de
Rohan could reply, he went on. "It is an act of folly worthy of a king
or a prime minister. There are people in that castle," he said, "who,
knowing of my coming and of your escape, have done the act, the effects
of which you see flaming yonder, in order that the tower may fall in and
crush the dungeon into which they had thrust you, solely to prevent the
Lord of Masseran from discovering how you have escaped. Thus it is with
the world; every one act of weakness, of folly, or of crime, we judge
must be followed by another, to conceal or to justify it. Let men or
ministers place themselves in a dangerous situation by some capital
fault, and then they think expediency requires them to commit another to
obviate the effects of the first, forgetting that each fault is written
down in the two eternal books--the Book of Fate, God's servant, and the
Book of God himself; and that there must be a reckoning, a terrible
reckoning, for the whole amount, in this world and in the next. Let us
ride on."
CHAPTER XIV.
We must now entirely change the scene. The spot is no longer the
same--the actors different. From the mountains of Savoy, the feudal
castle, the lonely chapel, and the humble inn, let us turn to the
capital of France, her stately palaces, and the gay and glittering hall
where laughed and revelled the bright, the brave, the fair, and the
witty of that splendid epoch which began with Francis the First, and
ended with his immediate successor. The personages, too, have changed
with the scene. The young warrior and his fair bride, the wily Italian
and the supercilious and unprincipled Count de Meyrand, are no longer
before us. Even good Father Willand himself is left behind, and one for
whom we owe no slight affection, Corse de Leon, is, for the time, off
the stage.
At the door--or rather, we may say, beyond the door, for they were not
actually in the chamber--stood two of the king's guard, with their
halberds resting on their shoulders, embroidered on which appeared the
well-known cognisance of the salamander. They were there merely to
perform the place of a living gate, barring the way against any who
would enter, till such time as the orders of the king threw open the
halls of the Louvre.
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