Gaston de Blondeville, vol. 1 of 4 : $b or the court of Henry III. keeping festival in Ardenne, a romance. St. Alban's abbey, a metrical tale; with some poetical piecesRadcliffe, Ann Ward
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Gaston de Blondeville, vol. 1 of 4 : $b or the court of Henry III. keeping festival in Ardenne, a romance. St. Alban's abbey, a metrical tale; with some poetical pieces
Radcliffe, Ann Ward
Gothic fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Henry III, 1216-1272 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Among the ladies of the court, none surpassed for beauty the lady
Barbara, daughter of the Earl of Huntingdon and a favourite damsel of
the Queen; her the King intended to bestow in marriage, during his
sojourn in Ardenn. She was innocent and graceful, as the fawns that
bound in our forest, and excelled in all the accomplishments of the
court. She had fixed her heart on Sir Gaston de Blondeville, a young
knight of the King’s household, who had entreated her of her father in
vain; for, though he was of a good family, it was a foreign one, being
of the Queen’s country, and he had little besides the favour of his
master to depend on. The youth was of a comely person and gallant
bearing; well practised in all martial exercises of war, of which he had
given some proof in exploits, and had latterly so much displayed himself
in a fierce adventure against some of King Henry’s rebellious subjects,
beyond sea, that his Highness had incontinently advanced him to be one
of his own knights. Moreover, the King, on hearing of his ill-faring
suit, had taken that matter into his special cognizance; and the King
knew so well how to command the earl, that he consented to give his
daughter to the knight, and his Highness determined the marriage should
be solemnized forthwith.
But, on this very first day, after his arrival, his spirit was ruffled
by a strange accident. As his Highness was returning from the Tilt-yard,
accompanied by the Queen, and attended by the whole court, his harpers
playing before him, a stranger came forth of the crowd, and falling at
his feet, called out boldly for justice. Many there present knew him for
the man who, the night before, had showed such striking signs of a
disturbed mind; and now, noting his unseemly vehemence, they stopped and
asked for what offence he demanded justice. The King, too, remembered
him; and listening what he should say, the man, observing that,
addressed his looks and his voice eagerly to him, and exclaimed, that he
demanded justice upon robbers and murderers who infested the highways of
his kingdom with more violence and frequency than was ever known before,
so that none of his peaceable subjects were safe from them.
The King, seeing the wildness of his look and the strangeness of his
gesture, guessed the man was not rightly himself; yet he commanded him
forthwith into the castle, there to wait, till he should speak with him,
or order some others to do so; and the procession passed on.
Meanwhile, the King determined not to leave this matter, till he should
have seen something more about it, with his own discernment. He went
speedily into the white hall, which was the court of justice, keeping
only a few of his nobles and other attendants, where he summoned the
stranger before him, and had question put to him, who he was and of what
particular grievance he had to complain.
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