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
The King examined it with attention. It was of eastern shape and finely
wrought. In the hilt were a few jewels. Prince Edward, as he leaned over
it, pointed out to his father a motto in an unknown tongue; and then, at
some distance below it, a date, with the Roman letters, H. A.,
remarking, that probably these letters alluded to some exploit achieved
in the year noted. The King addressed himself to Sir Gaston for the
meaning of the motto and of these letters; but he knew not their
meaning, and said they were as when his father won the sword from his
enemy.
Then the King addressed the merchant with the same question, observing,
that, as the sword seemed to be familiar to him, he probably had been
told the signification of the letters on it. With that, the merchant was
hastily advancing to receive it of one, to whom his Highness had
delivered it; when he suddenly drew back, covered his eyes with his
hand, and stood immovable. Those near almost expected to see him fall,
as he had done before in the castle court on the night last past. Sir
Gaston, at the same time, stepping forward, presumed to take it, and to
deliver it again to the King, with these words:—“Your Highness will not
tempt the villany of this man by putting him in possession of the sword
he falsely claims.”
But the merchant claimed it not; nor could he even endure to look upon
it. Heavy sighs burst from him, while with eyes still covered with his
hands, he said,—“That was the sword, with which the villain murdered
him; and can I endure to take it in my hand, and to look upon the blade,
on which his life blood flowed?” and he groaned more piteously than
before.
There were some in the hall, who instantly thought this sorrow of the
merchant was a mimickry, and asked how it could happen, that his kinsman
was killed by his own weapon; to which, soon as he could recollect his
thoughts, he made answer, that the robber, on wrenching the sword from
his friend, struck him his death-wound with it. The King, returning the
sword to the young knight, bade him keep it forthcoming till he should
demand it of him again, and then said to the stranger these or such-like
words:—
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