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
lightly armed horse of that description which, from having been first
introduced from Germany and Flanders, had acquired the name of
reitters, even when the regiment was composed entirely of Frenchmen.
The first body contained none but men of noble birth, and consisted
principally of young gentlemen attached to the two great houses who
raised it. Each carried his lance, to which weapon the men-at-arms of
that day clung with peculiar tenacity, as a vestige of that ancient
chivalry which people felt was rapidly passing away before improved
science, but from which they did not like to part. Each also was
splendidly armed; and gold and polished steel made their horses shine
in the sunbeams.
The reitters, however, were more simply clothed, and were composed of
such persons from the wealthier part of the _classe bourgeoise_ as the
love of arms, the distinctions generally affixed to military life, or
feudal attachment to any particular house, brought from the very
insecure tranquillity then afforded by their paternal dwellings, to
the open struggle of the field. This corps, however, was not
distinguished by the lance: a long and heavy sword, which did terrible
execution in the succeeding wars, together with a number of pistols,
each furnished with a rude flint lock, composed the offensive arms of
the reitter. His armour, too, and his horse were both somewhat lighter
than those of the man-at-arms; but his movements were, in consequence,
more easy, and his march less encumbered.
The whole body wound slowly on with very little disarray Of confusion,
till, one by one, the several bands turned the angle of the wood, and
disappeared in the distant forest. A few scattered parties followed;
then a few stragglers, and then all was left to solitude, while
nothing but a cloudy line of dust, rising up above the green covering
of the trees, and two or three notes of the trumpet, told that such a
force was near, or marked the road it took. Leonard de Monte gazed
from the place of his concealment upon each party as it passed, and
then waited for several minutes, listening with attentive ear till
the trumpet sounded so faintly that it was evident his own small
hunting-horn might be winded unheard by the retiring squadrons. He
descended, however, in the first instance, to the bank of the stream
where he had been previously sitting, and then gave breath to a few
low notes, as of a huntsman recalling his dogs. The sounds were heard
by his attendants, and instantly obeyed. The horses were led forth
from the wood; and, while the two servants bestirred themselves to
draw out the carriage from the brake in which it had been concealed,
the youth beckoned the dwarf towards him, demanding--"Now, Bartholo!
now! what think you of this?"
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