Leonora D'Orco: A Historical RomanceJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Leonora D'Orco: A Historical Romance
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Italy -- History -- 1492-1559 -- Fiction
In each of the pavilions, the canvas door of which was thrown wide
open, was spread a table apparently well supplied, and beneath the
trees appeared a kingly board covered with fine linen and rich plate,
while a buffet behind groaned beneath a mass of gold and silver. But
the sharp eye of La Tremouille soon espied that the two shepherds who
stood at either end of the buffet, as well as two more behind it, were
especially well armed for a pastoral race; and he did not fail to
comment with a laugh upon the anomaly.
"Pooh! pooh!" cried the young King Charles VIII., turning his head
over his shoulder to the stout soldier, but smiling at his remarks,
"why should not shepherds have arms? They must defend their muttons,
especially when such wolves as you are about!"
La Tremouille answered with a proverb of very ancient date, "Well,
sire, they cannot say I am a wolf in sheep's clothing. God send your
majesty may not find some in this country, where they are plenty, I am
told. Will you not dismount, sire, to do honour to this festa?"
"But where are our hosts?" asked Charles, looking round. "My Lord
Archbishop, can you distinguish among the shepherds, Prince Ludovic or
his fair lady? You have had advantage of us all in seeing their
Highnesses."
"On my hopes, sire, I cannot tell which they are, if they be here,"
replied the prelate. "Here, pretty maiden, will you let us know who is
the lord of this feast, and who are to be the guests?"
The last words were spoken in Italian to a very handsome, dark-eyed
shepherdess, who, with a coquettish air, had passed somewhat near the
royal party. But the girl merely replied by the word "Hark!" bending
her head on one side and affecting to listen attentively. A moment
after, the flourish of some trumpets was heard from the continuation
of the pass on the other side of the meadow; and La Tremouille,
turning round, gave some orders in a low tone to one of his
attendants. By him they were carried to the rear, and immediately the
party of lances which formed the king's escort put itself in motion,
and spread out round one side of the meadow in the form of a crescent,
leaving the monarch and his immediate attendants grouped on horseback
in the midst.
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