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
“My liege,” said Sir Gaston, “I think I know the man, and also his
motive. He wronged my father at Embrun; and now his malice,—but this
story is connected with family circumstances, that should only be
divulged to your Highness; and, if you will suffer me to unfold them in
private, I shall prove, not mine innocence only—for of that your
Highness does not doubt—but that man’s former and present guilt.”
At these words, the stranger fell again on his knees, and besought aloud
justice on “a villain.”
The King looked long upon him and upon Sir Gaston, and sat pondering
awhile. He then turned to the merchant, and, bidding him rise, asked
him, a second time, if he were not known to any one person in
Kenilworth? and received for answer, “Only as a traveller.”
“An adventure as remarkable as that you have related,” pursued his
Highness, “must have been known here at the time it happened, and must
be remembered now. It is strange, if there be none who can recollect you
also.”
“My lord,” observed Prince Edward, “he said his friend was buried here
in the priory. If so, the prior must know him and his strange history.”
“Said he so?” quoth the King; and, turning to the stranger, he inquired
how it happened, that he was not known to the prior? and who it was that
commanded the burial of his kinsman.
The merchant said, he had himself ordered it, and had conversed with a
monk and even with the Prior himself.
“Then you are known to the Prior, at least,” said the King; “he will
surely recollect your story: let him be sent for. It is strange you
should have said you were unknown: you are either guilty of falsehood,
or your senses are unsettled.”
The stranger raised his hand to his head and sighed. “I recollect the
Prior,” said he, “but he may not remember me.”
“We shall see!” said the King, calmly, as he rose from his chair: “If
you are innocent, fear not! if you are guilty, you will lose your life,
in seeking that of an innocent man.”
As his Highness left the hall, he looked somewhat sternly upon the
accuser, and commanded, that he should be held in close custody, while
more inquiry should be made. He then ordered Sir Gaston to attend him in
his privy-chamber, and so departed forth of the hall, leaving the
accuser speechless and dismayed.
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