There were merriment and music in the Chateau des Tournelles--at that
time the abode of France’s royalty!--music and merriment, even from the
break of day! That was a singular age, an age of great transitions.
The splendid spirit-stirring soul of chivalry was alive yet among the
nations--_yet!_ although fast declining, and destined soon to meet its
death-blow in the spear-thrust that hurled the noble Henry, last victim
of its wondrous system, at once from saddle and from throne! In every
art, in every usage, new science had effected even then mighty changes;
yet it was the OLD WORLD STILL! Gunpowder, and the use of musketry and
ordnance, had introduced new topics; yet still knights spurred their
barbed chargers to the shock, still rode in complete steel--and tilts
and tournaments still mustered all the knightly and the noble; and
banquets at high noon, and balls in the broad daylight, assembled to
the board or to the dance, the young, the beautiful, and happy.
There were merriment and music in the court, the hall, the staircase,
the saloons of state! All that France held of beautiful, and bright,
and brave, and wise, and noble, were gathered to the presence of their
king. And there were many there, well-known and honored in those olden
days; well-known and honored ever after. The first, in person as in
place, was the great king! the proud, and chivalrous, and princely!
becoming his high station at all times and in every place; wearing his
state right gracefully and freely--the second Henry!--and at his side
young Francis, the king-dauphin; with her, the cynosure of every heart,
the star of that fair company--Scotland’s unrivalled Mary hanging upon
his manly arm, and gazing up with those soft, dovelike eyes, fraught
with unutterable soul, into her husband’s face--into her husband’s
spirit. Brissac was there, and Joyeuse, and Nevers; and Jarnac,
the renowned for skill in fence, and Vielleville; and the cardinal
Lorraine, and all the glorious Guises and Montmorenci, soon to be
famous as the slayer of his king, and every peer of France, and every
peerless lady.
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