with many a manly voice swelling more lustily the nuptial cadence,
they passed the little green descending to the horse-road, Marguerite
clinging now to his supporting arm and looking tenderly up into his
with eyes suffused with happy tears and cheeks radiant with dimpled
smiles and rosy blushes.
But at the moment when the bridal-train was wheeling down toward the
road, and had now nearly reached the point of its intersection with
the foot-path, the loud and noisy trampling of many horses, and the
jingling clash of the harness of armed riders, was distinctly heard
above the swelling chorus of the hymenean, above the chiming of the
wedding-bells; and within a few seconds, two or three horsemen crossed
the brow of the eastern hill, at a gentle trot, and were followed by
a company of some fifty men-at-arms, under the guidance of an old
officer, whose beard and hair, as white as snow, fell down over his
gorget from beneath the small, black-velvet cap, which alone covered
his head, for his helmet hung at his saddle-bow. The troopers were all
armed point-device, in perfect steel, with long, pennoned lances in
their hands, two-handed broadswords slung across their shoulders from
the left to the right, and battle-axe and mace depending on this side
or that from the pommels of their steel-plated saddles. Their horses,
too--strong, powerful brutes of the Norman stock, crossed with some
lighter strain of higher blood--were barded, as it was termed, with
chamfronts and neck-plates, poitrels on the breast, and the bards
proper covering the loins and croup; and all were arrayed under a
broad, square banner, blazoned, as if every eye of the bridal-party
could at once distinguish, with the bearings of the lords of Castel de
Roche d’or.
No sooner had they discovered this, than they halted, and formed a line
along the edge of the road, anxious to testify their respect to their
young lord--who now, recently of age, was returning, after years of
absence, from the château of his guardian--and eager to observe the
passage of the cavalcade.
The persons who led the approaching band were three in number, two
of whom rode a few horse-lengths in advance of the third, and were
evidently of rank superior to the rest; while something seemed to
indicate, though it was indefinite, and not very obvious how far it did
so, that even between these two there subsisted no perfect equality.
He to the left was the elder by many years; a finely-formed and not
ill-favored man, of some forty-five or fifty years; magnificently
apparelled in a suit of rich half-armor, with russet-leather boots
meeting the taslets or thigh-pieces at the knee; accoutred with heavy
gilded spurs, and wearing on his head a crimson-velvet mortier, adorned
by a massive gold chain, and a lofty plume of white feathers.
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