Leatherface: A Tale of Old FlandersOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
History
Leatherface: A Tale of Old Flanders
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
Flanders -- History -- Fiction
"Some of you reverend seigniors," continued the Duke of Alva after
awhile, in powerful, compelling tones, "will perhaps have guessed by
now, what connection there is in my mind between that vast project which
I have just put before you and the daughter of my loyal coadjutor don
Juan de Vargas. I have arranged that she shall marry a man of influence
and position in Ghent, so that she can not only keep me informed of all
the intrigues which are brewing in that city against the Government of
our gracious King, but also become the means whereby we can lure Orange
to his doom, capture that mysterious Leatherface, and then deliver Ghent
over to don Ramon’s soldiery."
He struck the table repeatedly with his fist as he spoke: there was no
doubting the power of the man to accomplish what he wanted, as well as
the cruelty and vindictiveness wherewith he would pursue anyone who
dared to attempt to thwart him in his projects. No one thought of
interrupting him. Don Ramon kept his agitation under control as best he
could, for he felt that de Vargas’s eyes still watched him closely.
"A very admirable idea," now murmured Viglius obsequiously.
As usual on these occasions, it was obvious that he and the other
Netherlanders were mere figureheads at the council-board. Alva was
directing, planning, commanding, de Vargas had been the confidant, and
del Rio would always be the ready tool when needed: but Viglius, de
Berlaymont, Hessels, and the others, were mere servile listeners, ready
to give the approbation which was expected of them and withholding every
word of criticism.
VI
"And doth donna Lenora de Vargas enter into all these far-reaching
schemes?" now asked don Ramon coldly. "Meseems, they are above a woman’s
comprehension."
De Vargas’ persistent glance was irritating his nerves; he threw a
challenging look--wholly defiant--across the table at the older man.
"My daughter, Messire," said the latter loftily, "is above all a true
Spaniard. She has been brought up to obey and not to discuss. She is
old enough now to forget all past youthful follies," he added, answering
don Ramon’s defiant glance with one that conveyed a threat. "Her
devotion to her Church, her King and her country, and her hatred of
Orange and all rebels will influence her actions in the way the
Lieutenant-Governor desires."
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