By a strange coincidence, the two capitals of Burgundy and Brittany,
similar in name--Nancy and Nantes--received the mortal remains of their
two last dukes within ten years of each other. In 1477 the last male of
the house of Burgundy was borne from the field of battle to his splendid
tomb in Nancy, leaving his only daughter to be despoiled of her
inheritance by the craft of Louis XI.; while in 1488 the last male of
the house of Brittany was entombed in the magnificent pile erected to
his memory in the church of the Carmelites at Nantes, leaving also an
only daughter to be fought for by an emperor, a king, a royal duke, and
a puissant lord of the Pyrenees. And, by another singular fatality, the
same Prince became the husband of both heiresses. Maximilian won, but
speedily lost, both Mary of Burgundy and Anne of Brittany.
The common talk of all men, therefore, was the expedition that would
shortly sail for France. The Captain of the Wight made no secret of his
intentions, but determined to obtain the royal sanction first.
Full of the exciting prospects before him, and proud of his rapid
progress, Ralph rode eagerly home.
With what joy he saw the blue smoke curling over the brown trees which
hid the old manor house.
"See, Humphrey, there’s the gilded vane on the west gable, and now I can
see the stacks of chimneys. Whoop, lad, get on;" and the joyous boy
urged his horse to a quicker pace. In a few minutes more he had turned
the corner of the road, and before him lay the picturesque range of old
gables and low windows.
He had not been able to let his parents know of his coming. He cantered
up to the gate, jumped off his horse, and in another minute was in his
mother’s arms.
There is no need to describe the pride and joy of his parents, or the
half-concealed awe of his brother Jasper. His younger brother had gone
to Oxenford, and sent home from time to time accounts of his progress.
After a delightful visit, all too short for Ralph and his parents, the
young esquire set out to rejoin his lord. He arrived in time at
Guildford, and the next day they entered the capital.
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