One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri QuatreJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri Quatre
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
Here, however, he was detained for some minutes, while the drowsy
commander of the guard examined his pass and safe-conduct: and some
suspicious glances were given to the apparel of his followers, who
wore neither the black cross, nor the scarf of the followers of the
League. At the end of about a quarter of an hour, however, he was
suffered to proceed; and, as the position of the royal armies was not
distinctly known to him, he directed his course towards Meudon, at
which place it was certain that a part, at least, of the Huguenot
force had shown itself the day before. Greater watchfulness was now
apparent on the part of the League; and St. Real was challenged and
stopped five or six times within half a mile of the gates of Paris. At
length, a wide green meadow by the banks of the Seine presented
itself; and at the angle of this meadow and the road stood a solitary
sentinel, covered with his cuirass, his _salade_ or iron cap, and
steel plates to defend the thighs. In one hand he carried his long
musket, while with the other he held his coil of match, smouldering
slowly, between the finger and thumb, and only requiring to be blown
to prepare it for immediate action. In the ground, just one pace
before him, was planted the iron-shod stake, which, supporting a sort
of two-pronged fork, afforded a rest for his long and unwieldy weapon
in case of his being called upon to make use of it against any
advancing enemy. Painted in front of his iron cuirass appeared the
black cross of the League; and there could be no doubt that this was
the extreme outpost of the garrison of Paris. It would seem, however,
that he had no order to oppose the passage of persons coming from the
side of the city; for, although he gazed attentively at the young
Marquis and his party as they passed, he asked no questions; and St.
Real advanced along the road skirting the meadow, towards an extensive
building that he saw at the distance of a quarter of a mile before
him, and which bore every sign of being, what it really was, a
religious house belonging to some order of friars.
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