Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
Many presentations went forward before it came to my turn. I saw
Carolina, Countess of Ancrum, a stately woman, in a dress of white
satin, superbly spangled with gold, and drawn up in festoons by cords
of gold, to display an under-petticoat of scarlet velvet, studded
with seed-pearls, advance towards the throne. Her hair was powdered
white as snow, and tied over a cushion about five inches high. With
a low courtesy she was presenting to his majesty, who bowed
graciously, a very graceful girl, whose back, unfortunately, was
towards us; but I could admire the wonderful fairness of her neck and
shoulders, over which some heavy ringlets fell from the high cushion
or pad, above which her golden hair, all undisguised by powder, was
dressed and tied with knots of scarlet ribbon. Her dress was of
scarlet and white striped satin, embroidered with gold on all the
seams, and as they withdrew, courtesying backward--
"Gauntlet, 'tis our turn now," said the Duke, while he took me by the
left hand and led me forward to the steps of the throne, which were
covered with crimson cloth.
"Permit me," said he, "to present to your majesty Sir Basil Gauntlet,
of my regiment, the 2nd Dragoons--an officer who, by his personal
bravery, has contributed not a little to maintain their old historic
character of being _Second to None_.
"Good!--second to none--good, very good!" said the young king, bowing
very pleasantly, and presenting his hand, which I suppose I was
expected to kiss; but which, in my ignorance, I shook very cordially,
to the amusement of many fine lords and macaronies who stood by. I
coloured, but said confidently--
"Commissioned by his Serene Highness Prince Ferdinand of Brunswick,
General of the allies, I have been sent from our camp at Warburg in
Westphalia, to lay at your majesty's feet these trophies, the
standards of the regiments of Dauphiné and Bretagne, captured in our
late attack on Zierenberg."
From my hands the king took the colours, which were of blue silk,
with the royal crown and cypher of France. One bore the silver
fleurs-de-lys; the other the golden dolphin of Dauphiné in a field
ermine, and both exhibited the holes where many a bullet had passed.
He thanked me in a very handsome manner, while all the brilliant
groups which crowded that magnificent apartment drew near to observe
and to listen.
Something of my story, perhaps of my early misfortunes, my unmerited
wrong, and my enlistment, with a hundred fables tacked thereto, had
been buzzed or whispered about; thus I found many bright eyes and
well-powdered personages in fashionable pasteboard skirts regarding
me with well-bred interest.
"Good!" said the king, whose eloquence seldom overflowed; "this is
very good, and your services shall be duly appreciated. Did you
serve at Minden?"
"I had the honour."
"In the cavalry?"
"Yes, sire--in the Scots Greys."
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