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
Those were busy days in Paris! So manifold were the intrigues, so
frequent the changes, so rapid the events, of that time, that it would
have required almost more than mortal strength and activity, in those
who played any prominent part amongst the factions of the day, to
accomplish the incessant business of every succeeding hour, had not
that levity, for which the Parisians have been famous in every age of
history, stood them in better stead than philosophy could have done,
and taught them to consider the fierce turmoil of party, the eager
anxiety of intrigue, and even the appalling scenes of strife and
bloodshed in which they lived, rather as playthings and as pageants,
than as fearful realities.
No sooner had the conference terminated, of which we have given an
outline in the last chapter, than Madame de Montpensier, leaving her
brother of Mayenne to break his somewhat bitter jest upon the leader
of the lansquenets, hurried from the room; but, ere the conversation
which succeeded was over, though it lasted but a very brief space, she
reappeared, covered with what was then called a penitent's cloak, and
holding her mask in her hand, as if prepared to go forth.
Beckoning Wolfstrom towards her, she spoke with him for a few moments,
in an under tone; and then, concluding with, "Well, be as quick as
possible, and bring me some certain tidings," she again quitted the
apartment, without making Mayenne, who was conversing upon lighter
matters with the Duchess de Guise and the Chevalier d'Aumale, a sharer
in her plans and purposes.
We shall not follow the progress of her chair through the long,
tortuous, busy streets of Paris; nor record how her attendants cleared
the way through many a crowd, gathered together round the stall of
some great bookseller, or before the stage on which some itinerant
friar, like a mountebank of modern times, sold his treasure of relics,
or chaplets, or authentic pictures of saints and martyrs, or the
still-valued indulgence, which the church of Rome did not fail to
grant to those who had money and folly enough to purchase either the
right of eating flesh, while others were doomed to fish, or the
gratification of any other little carnal inclination, not held amongst
irremissible sins. Suffice it that--amidst stinks, and shouts, and
bawlings, mingled now and then with the "shrill squeaking of the
wry-necked fife," and various savoury odours were wafted from the
kitchens in which cooks, and traiteurs, and aubergistes prepared all
sorts of viands, from the fat quail, and luscious ortolan, to good
stout horse-flesh and delicate cat--the Princess's vehicle bore her
on, till wide at her approach flew open the gates of the Dominican
convent, in the rue St. Jacques, and, entering the first court, the
Duchess set down, under the archway, on the left-hand side.
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