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
"In faith, I believe I must even trust you," replied the stranger.
"There are many who, with wise saws and cautious counsels, would
fain persuade me to be as prudent, and as careful of my life, as a
great-grandmother of eighty years and upwards. But life, at best, is
but as gold, a precious thing given to be spent. Whip me all misers,
whether of their purse or of their safety, say I; and, therefore, boy,
you shall be my guide, though you should give me over to all the
reitters that ever the factious house of Lorraine brought to back the
treason which they call piety."
"I will give you over to no reitters," replied the boy; "so be your
mind at ease."
"Odds life! it is seldom otherwise than at ease," rejoined the other:
"my heart is a light one, and will not be heavy now, as I ride on
beside thee; though I may have caught thy tongue tripping, my fair
boy. Thou art no Frenchman, or thine accent sorely belies thee."
"Now do you think me both a German and a reitter, I warrant!" replied
the youth, with a playful smile, and a toss back of his dark hair.
"But cannot your ear distinguish between the hoggish twang of the
Teutonic gutturals, and the soft music of the Italian liquids?"
"Methinks it can," replied the stranger; "but, whether German or
Italian, Switzer, or even Spaniard, thou shalt be my guide. Knowest
thou the chateau of the Marquis of St. Real?"
The youth started. "Do I know it!" said he, "do I know it!" then
suddenly seeming to check, in full career, some powerful feelings that
were in the very act of bursting from his heart to his lips, he added,
more calmly, "I know it well! I know it well! Willingly will I show
you your road thither, and, perhaps, may name my guerdon by the way;
but it is too far a journey for me on foot in one day."
"We will buy thee a horse, my fair boy," replied the stranger: "I must
be at St. Real this night, and at Tours ere noon to-morrow; so we will
buy thee a horse at the first village where we can find one."
"An ass will serve my turn as well as the best Barbary steed," said
the youth; "and the one will be more easily found than the other; for,
what between the League and the Huguenots, there are more asses in
France than any other kind of beast--so now let us on our way."
Returning into the road from which he had strayed to wash his feet,
the boy stepped lightly, from stone to stone, across the stream, and
soon stood on the same side with the traveller. He, on his part, as if
unwilling to save himself fatigue by continuing to ride while the
youth walked by his side on foot, once more dismounted; and they then
turned their steps up the broad way which led through the forest to
the top of the hill, descanting, as they went, on the fineness of the
day, the beauty of the scene, and all the ordinary topics which
furnish conversation to those who have few subjects in common; but
each avoiding, as if by mutual consent, any allusion to the purpose or
station of his companion.
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