Esclaramonde waited a little while, watching him depart and thinking
Thessalian thoughts. He was under her spell; he had forgotten what
she willed him to forget; he should never remember while she was by
his side. That he was only her lover through the make-believe of her
philtres and her will troubled her nothing. He was her lover, comely
and young, and she saw herself Duchess of Athens, and her heart leaped
and she laughed at times. When Rainouart was out of sight and she was
tired of her thoughts, she turned to the far end of the gallery, where
her immediate women waited, and summoned them with a gesture to follow
her to her appointed pavilion by the lists.
XV
THE CHALLENGE OF RAINOUART
Rainouart walked slowly down the sacred mound through the long lines
of soldiers that made a lane for the gentry all along the winding road
and at the foot of the hill. He went as he always went after parting
with Esclaramonde in these few fantastic hours--like one in a feverish
day-dream who found himself unfamiliar amid familiar surroundings. The
realities of life distorted themselves into unrealities; your simple
soldier standing on guard in his rank loomed monstrous as a giant;
your habitual building chose to enlarge and radiate door upon door and
gallery upon gallery into infinite, meaningless space. Rainouart walked
airily, for his physical condition seemed strangely light; he walked
warily, because his mental condition seemed strangely heavy. He was
troubled at he knew not what; he wondered, he knew not why; he thought
ceaselessly of Esclaramonde, and yet the thought of her seemed always
to tease his drugged memory with a desire for some face, some voice,
that were not the face and voice of the Duchess of Thebes. So, like a
man that walks in sleep, he came from the Acropolis to the meadow at
its foot, heedless of the mass of folk, heedless of the clamor and the
flapping banners, the eager mien of knights and the radiant faces of
ladies, only conscious that his duty in life was that day to sustain in
arms the fame of the Lady Esclaramonde.
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