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
"Where is she?" demanded Bernard de Rohan, eagerly. "Where is she? It
seems as though there were nobody here."
"No, indeed," replied Gandelot. "What you say is very true. There is
nobody here but your lordship's humble servant and his good wife. Why,
what a pity that you came not yesterday at this hour! You would have
saved the poor lady many a weary minute."
"Where is she, then! Where is she?" demanded Bernard de Rohan, more
eagerly than ever. "When did she go? Where is she gone to? Where are my
servants, too, and my men-at-arms?"
"Alack, and a well-a-day, sir!" replied the host, "they have all taken
wing, and are scattered away like a flock of plovers. Here the lady
arrived at the inn, with good Father Willand and some ten or twelve of
your men, on the day before yesterday, late in the evening; and then
there were consultations after consultations as to what was to be done,
for every one knew and had heard by that time that you were a prisoner
in the castle of Masseran; and the gentleman who came at the head of
your men--not the servants, but the men-at-arms that came after
you--vowed that he would attack the castle, and blow open the gates with
a petard, and set you free. But when he had talked very high in this way
for some time, Father Willand told him to hold his tongue; for, in the
first place, the walls of the castle of Masseran were made of stones
hard enough to break his teeth, and, in the next, as he had got no
petard to blow the gates open with but the one in his mouth, it would be
of very little service. With that there came not long afterward a
messenger from one whom I must not name, telling the lady and the priest
and all to keep as quiet as might be, for that you would be liberated
before daylight on the next morning; and, as his word never fails, they
all did keep quiet, but we sat up and watched to see what would come of
it. A terrible night you know it was; but we were to have a more
terrible morning, for by daylight news came up the valley--"
"That I was killed in the land-slip," said Bernard de Rohan,
interrupting him.
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