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
"_Vive le diable!_" replied Joachim, who was a great deal too wise to
answer seriously till he had ascertained to what party the
interrogators belonged; "_Vive le diable!_ why do you stop two young
gentlemen, going to the schools, on the highway? We are neither
soldiers nor robbers, nor anything else that you have aught to do
with."
"Well answered, Joachim!" muttered Beatrice, as she leaned forward to
examine the persons of the horsemen nearest her; but the darkness was
too complete to suffer the faces of any of them to be distinguishable,
or to allow the colours which they wore t« be seen. Beatrice, however,
caught a glance of the peculiar cross of the house of Lorraine upon
one of the cuirasses, as the fiery horse of the rider pranced by the
side of the carriage; and she instantly interposed, exclaiming, "Speak
to me a moment, Monseigneur! I am the young Baron de Bigny, son of the
Marquis de Bigny at Amiens, and am going with my brother here, the
Abbé de Bigny, to La Fleche. I do not know whether you are of the
party of the king or of the Holy League and Union; but I am sure you
will not stop two youths like us, but let us pass quietly."
"But this is not the right way from Amiens to La Fleche, my good
youth," replied the officer. "How came you thus thirty miles out of
your road?"
"We came here to get out of the way of the Huguenots," replied
Beatrice; who had now gained a better sight of the cross of Lorraine,
which was to be found alone on the side of the League. "We had nearly
fallen into their hands an hour ago; and--but perhaps you are one of
that party too, Monseigneur; if so, I beg your pardon with all--"
"No, no, I am no _maheutre_," replied the officer; "but, do you know,
my good youth, it would not surprise me if you were. Methinks I should
know the voice of Auguste de Bigny, seeing I am his first cousin; and
so, without more ado, I shall march you up to the village, to see who
you really are, for I am very sure you are not the person for whom you
give yourself out. Come, coachman, drive on, and we will give you an
escort which you did not expect, I rather fancy."
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