The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
The king was obliged to stretch his influence over the duke to the
utmost, before he could induce him to so mortifying a step. However,
the peremptory monarch effected his purpose, and then sent for me.
He related the particulars of his conversation with my enemy, and
enquired if I should be content with the stipulated reparation. I
answered, Yes; and gave my word that, far from striking the offender,
I would not even accept the cane when he presented it. With this
understanding, the duke and myself at a certain hour attended the
king, who took us into his closet. Come, said he to the duke,
knowledge your fault, and deserve to be forgiven by the humility of
your contrition. Then my antagonist made his apology, and offered me
the cane in his hand. Don Pompeyo, said the monarch unexpectedly,
take the cane, and let not my presence prevent you from doing justice
to your outraged honor. I release you from your promise not to
strike the duke. No, sir, answered I, it is enough that he has
submitted to the indignity of the offer: an offended Spaniard asks no
more. Well then, replied the king, since you are content with this
satisfaction, you may both of you at once assume the privilege of a
gentlemanly quarrel. Measure your swords, and disease the question
honorably. It is what I most ardently desire, exclaimed the Duke
d'Almeyda in a menacing tone; for that only is competent to make me
amends for the disgraceful step I have taken.
With these words, he went away, full of rage and shame; and sent to
tell me two hours after, that he was waiting for me in a retired
place. I kept the appointment, and found this nobleman ready to
fight lustily. He was not five and forty; deficient, neither in
courage nor in skill: so that the match was fair and equal. Come on,
Don Pompeyo! said he; let us terminate our difference here. Our
hostility ought to be reciprocally mortal; yours, for my aggression,
and mine, for having asked your pardon. These words were no sooner
out of his mouth, than he drew upon me so suddenly that I had no time
to reply. He pressed very closely upon me at first, but I had the
good fortune to put by all his thrusts. I acted on the offensive, in
my turn: the encounter was evidently with a man equally skilled in
defence or in attack; and there is no knowing what might have been
the issue, if he had not made a false step in retiring, and fallen
backwards. I stood still immediately, and said to the duke, Recover
yourself. Why give me any quarter? he answered. Your forbearance
only aggravates my disgrace. I will not take advantage of an
accident, replied I; it would only tarnish my glory. Once more
recover yourself, and let us fight it out.
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