The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and IIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and II
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
"I know so far about you," I replied, "That you are the Seigneur de
Blaye; and the old and ordinary custom is, that a lord's ransom is one
year's revenue, besides what his captor may think fit to exact on
account of the prisoner's reputation in arms. You know your revenues
better than I do, and your reputation in arms better than I do, and I
therefore leave it to you to fix it yourself, being sure that so brave
a man must be a man of honour."
"I see, sir," he said, "that I have fallen into the hands of a
gentleman, and therefore will deal frankly with you. My revenues are
four thousand crowns a year; but since my uncle's death I have
somewhat hurt my means. I trust you will, therefore, take the four
thousand without exacting anything more."
So surprised, so astounded, I may say, I was at the very name and idea
of receiving such a sum, in consequence of my first day's actual
service in arms, that I could not reply for some minutes. I had heard
such things occasionally recounted, and I knew that the famous Montluc
had gained, or was likely to have gained, some few years before, no
less than eighty thousand crowns as the ransom of a young Italian
nobleman; but when it came home to myself, I could hardly believe it,
with difficulty concealing my astonishment.
He mistook my silence, it would seem, for discontent, and was going to
add something in regard to his condition and inability to pay a larger
sum, when I stopped him, saying, "It is enough, Monsieur de Blaye; it
is enough. As an honourable man, I do not doubt your word; and I have
heard that it is a common saying of one of the bravest captains on
your own side, I mean Monsieur Montluc, that it is not the custom to
skin one's prisoners in the present day. I have your word of honour as
a gentleman; and you will accordingly remain in the camp and be my
guest until such time as your ransom can arrive."
"Oh! as soon as the city falls," he replied, "I will pay it you; and,
in the mean time, thank you for your hospitality."
"Then you calculate upon the city falling very soon," I said, with a
laugh.
He smiled in return, replying, "It ought to see all you Reformers rot
before it surrenders, if the people in it knew what they were about;
but there's Argence, and Grignaud, and Meziere, brave enough men when
they are in the field, but without the slightest idea of holding a
walled place. The old woman who has just dressed your arm would make a
better governor of Angoulême. But, however, as soon as you get into
Angoulême you shall have the money. The Jews will give it me on my
bond. It is crammed full of Jews to the very doors, and that is
another reason it will fall. But, however, I hope this is not the
house, the hospitality of which you invite me to partake;" and he
looked round the shed in which we were still standing with some
dismay.
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