Adventure stories; Love -- Fiction; Princesses -- Fiction; Short stories
But here she stopped, remembering that such matters were not fit for
Giraldo's ears. Yet he must have understood, for a strange, cunning,
exultant smile came on his lips as he turned away and set himself to mix
the colours on his palette. Thus he began this last picture and the
Princess came every day and stayed long, so that Giraldo might be able
to render her likeness in every most minute respect with perfect
fidelity.
"For," she thought resentfully, "either I have no eyes, or they have
none in Glottenberg."
When she had been visiting Giraldo thus for hard on a month, and the
picture was nearly finished, and was at once the most lovely and the
most faithful of all that Giraldo had painted, it chanced that letters
came to the King from a nobleman of France who was well known to him,
and had known the Princess well also, the Marquis de Mérosailles. And
the Marquis wrote to the King in the greatest indignation and scorn,
upbraiding the King and saying:
"What is this, sire? Do you keep a madman at your Court, and call him a
painter? I have been at Glottenberg; and when I spoke there, as it is my
humble duty and true delight to speak everywhere, of the incomparable
beauty of your Majesty's sister the Princess Osra, the King, his son,
and all the company, did nothing but laugh. I fought three duels with
gentlemen of the Court on this account, and two of them I, heaven
helping me, wounded, and one, by some devil's trick, wounded me. After
this, the matter coming to the King's ear, he sent for me, and excused
the laughter by showing me a picture done by a rascal called Giraldo at
your Court, the picture was named after your Majesty's most matchless
sister; but, as I am a true son of the Church, it was like the devil's
daughter, and, on my honour and conscience, it squinted most
villainously. I pray you, sire, find out the meaning of this thing; and
receive most humble duty and homage from your devoted servant, and,
since your graciousness so wills it, most obliged and obedient friend,
Henri Marquis de Mérosailles. I kiss the hand of the Princess."
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