The Deserter, and Other Stories: A Book of Two WarsFrederic, Harold
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The Deserter, and Other Stories: A Book of Two Wars
Frederic, Harold
Great Britain -- History -- Wars of the Roses, 1455-1485 -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
What answers they gave, in what manner their arguments satisfied, the
twain barely knew. The chief matter was that they won their way into
the Tolzey, were borne up the foul, narrow staircase by the throng
close at the heels of the soldiers and their captive, and suddenly
found themselves stumbling over the threshold into a large room,
whereof one part was densely crowded, and one empty as a grave fresh
dug. A triple line of steel corselets, sallets, and bills, drawn from
side to side, split these parts asunder, and behind this line those in
authority at the door roughly made to drive the new-comers.
When Hugh had shown his writing tools and told his errand, they
smoothed their tone and bade him stand aside, in the cleared space. The
others--strange knight, his rude captors, the mummer-gentleman--all
were swallowed up behind the barrier into the throng which snarled, and
surged, and gnashed its teeth, in weltering heat and evil smells, under
the spell of the scent of blood.
After a little while there rose an echoing blast of trumpets from the
market-place without, riding as it were on the crest of a great wave of
cheering. Then hurriedly the officers brought forth from an outer room
two high chairs of state, gilded, and bearing the town's arms, and set
them upon the floor-cloth under a canopy, and put behind these, on
either side of the dais, other chairs and stools--and then bowed low as
the doors in the centre were flung open with loud knocks, and two
heralds, in blazoned tabards, entered. Behind these, with stately step,
by twos came a score of great warriors and lords, mailed to the throat,
and with pages bearing their cumbrous head-gear; then others of
distinction, for the most part advanced in years, who wore rich gowns
and chains, and held velvet caps in their hands; and lastly, two young
men in gowns who wore their caps on their heads. And one of these, of a
square, thick-featured aspect, with broad breast, and reddish hair, was
Earl Marshal of England, yet had scarce a look from any one, so bent
were all thoughts upon the other.
This other--clad in sober colors, with a broad chain upon his breast
and a black close-curling plume in his cap--came sedately forward and
sat in the large chair a hand's breadth in front of his companion's. He
let his glance rest easily upon the crowded half of the room, as if
noting things in idleness the while his mind was elsewhere.
The heralds called out each his master's exalted office, and what
matters they had come now to rightly judge upon; and Hugh, having been
seated at a desk by the window, hung with all his eyes to the face of
the youth in the foremost chair.
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