Spears of destiny : $b A story of the first capture of ConstantinopleSmith, Arthur D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden)
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Spears of destiny : $b A story of the first capture of Constantinople
Smith, Arthur D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden)
Crusades -- Fourth, 1202-1204 -- Fiction; Istanbul (Turkey) -- History -- Siege, 1203-1204 -- Fiction
Search as he might, Hugh found no trace of his father in
Constantinople. Through Villehardouin he obtained the interest of
Boniface and Dandolo, and with their aid he brought his quest to the
attention of the Emperor. But the brief audience with the blind
Isaac was no more satisfying than his researches in other directions.
"Messer de Chesby, say you?" gabbled the old man. "Hee, hee, hee!
Yes, yes, yes! He came hither before misfortune overcame me. I was
a power in those days. By the Panagia, but men feared me! An I
raised my finger they trembled. I remember I said to him----"
Comnenus, standing vigilantly at the Emperor's elbow, interrupted
suavely.
"With favour, Augustus! The English knight asks not what you said to
Sir James, but if you know what happened to him."
"I should be right glad to hear what the Augustus was pleased to tell
my father," said Hugh curtly.
"Nay, 'twas naught," the Emperor answered hastily. "Some talk of my
predecessor on the throne, belike. Men feared me, but they feared
Andronicus more! Hee, hee, hee! There was a merry soul for you!
And a quaint! He had vast love for the common people, and hate for
the nobles! Not a senatorial family but felt his arm. He amassed
great wealth, but there was naught to be had of it when I made
search. The foul offspring of the Evil One! May the demons rend his
limbs! May he broil on hell's coals! May he be in torment for water
and shivering with cold! May the Panagia----"
Isaac rocked with emotion. A slight froth gathered on his lips that
were drawn tight over gaping yellow teeth.
"Be calm, Augustus," adjured Comnenus. "You will do yourself harm an
you yield to this excitement. Messer Hugh, I like not to seem rude,
but the Augustus hath suffered much, and he is not overstrong. An
you will permit me to suggest----"
"All I seek from the Emperor is his aid in my search," snapped Hugh,
conscious of a growing feeling of resentment against this sly, oily
creature, so ready of tongue, so elusive of facts.
"The Augustus is only too happy to aid one of his deliverers, Lord
Hugh. I do not overstate, I trust, Great Sovereign?"
"Yes, yes--give him my aid--tell him what you please--what matter?"
mumbled the Emperor. "I like not to talk of Sir James. I
disappeared myself. Hee, hee, hee! Strange things happen to men who
disappear."
Comnenus struck a silver bell in token that the audience was over,
but Hugh held his ground.
"Hast undertaken, then, to furnish me with a charter from the Emperor
certifying to my right to question any and all in Constantinople?" he
pressed.
"Ay, Lord Hugh, that may be arranged, an you will. Certes, there
will be no difficulty. 'Tis no light task to rearrange the affairs
of an Empire brought nigh to ruin, but an you will have patience, you
shall have every help we may summon for you."
He raised his hand to strike the gong again, but still Hugh refused
to move.
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