The Constable De BourbonAinsworth, William Harrison
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The Constable De Bourbon
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Bourbon, Charles, duc de, 1490-1527 -- Fiction
Proceeding in this manner, he made the circuit of the city; and the
result of his scrutiny was, that it was in a perfect state of defence.
He remarked that the gates exposed to attack were blocked up, and
protected on the inside by parapets and batteries. He also noticed that
all the ramparts were garnished with cannon, and that the sentinels
everywhere were doubled. The bastions, indeed, were thronged with
armed men, and it was evident that the whole garrison was on the alert.
Officers, accompanied by a mounted guard, were continually riding from
gate to gate, while others made their round on the battlements to see
that good watch was kept. Patrols, both horse and foot, were likewise
moving about in every direction. Enough was seen by Pomperant to
convince him that a most energetic defence would be made, and that it
would be long before the place could be taken.
Having completed his examination of the walls, he re-entered the city,
and shaped his course, as well as he could, in the direction of the
mound, on the summit of which stood the clock-tower. As both he and
Hugues were unacquainted with Marseilles, they more than once lost their
way; and though there were plenty of people abroad they did not dare
to question them, lest it should be found out that they were strangers.
Pomperant had begun to despair of reaching the mound, when he
unexpectedly came upon it.
VI. “THE BASILISK.”
|Dawn was now at hand, and by the time Pomperant; and his attendant had
climbed the summit of the mound it had become quite light.
Very striking was the view presented from this eminence. Pomperant
had stationed himself on a point of the hill not far from the battery,
whereon was placed the monstrous cannon called “The Basilisk,” of which
mention has previously been made; and he and his companion were screened
from the observation of the artillerymen by the clock-tower.
Immediately beneath him lay the city of Marseilles, with its picturesque
habitations, its noble mansions, convents, and churches, encircled by
fortifications, which in their turn were encircled by a broad, deep
moat. On the right lay the harbour, almost enclosed by rocks; and
Pomperant looked with interest at the narrow inlet by which he had
gained admittance overnight. Outside, and near the islands, lay the
French fleet; while far as the eye could range spread out the placid
sea, now tinged with the roseate hues of morning.
The heights surrounding the city were crowned with the camp of the
besieging army, At that still hour the trumpets were heard sounding a
réveillé, and the men could be distinguished mustering at the call. The
German lanz-knechts were concealed from view by the intervening hills,
but the division of the Spanish troops under Del Vasto were in sight.
The hills seemed peopled with armed men, and the rays of the sun were
reflected upon thousands of steel caps and corslets, and upon forests of
pikes and lances.
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