The Queen's Maries: A Romance of HolyroodWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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The Queen's Maries: A Romance of Holyrood
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Mary, Queen of Scots, 1542-1587 -- Fiction
During this unexpected interlude, the principal feature of the pageant,
and one which had tasked to the utmost the ingenuity of its contrivers,
now entered the hall. It consisted of a fleet of ships constructed of
light wicker-work, and moved upon wheels, which were worked unseen
from within. The sides of these galleys were formed of cloth, coloured
to represent beams of cedar, fastened and inlaid with gold; the masts
and spars were gilt, the tackle of silver tissue, and the sails of
gauze. A murmur of admiration greeted the pageant as it glided up the
hall with the stately motion of ships sailing over a smooth sea.
On the deck of each bark stood an unknown lord, dressed with the utmost
magnificence, and closely-masked. So resolved were these silken pirates
not to be identified, that their doublets, their hose, and even their
gloves, were padded so as to conceal the shape of their figures, their
limbs, and their very hands. They were known to be gallants of the
Court, but that was all. The nobles laughed and applauded, their dames
whispered and speculated, when, with a burst of music rising into loud,
triumphant tones, the ships increased their speed, and the leading
galley, closely followed by the rest, bore swiftly down upon the circle
which contained the Queen and her ladies, with obvious intention of a
capture.
Each masquer took a partner by the hand, and courteously entreated
her in dumb show to enter his gorgeous bark. The Queen first set the
example of compliance, and amidst shouts of admiration the barks veered
round, and, doubly freighted, floated once more proudly down the hall.
Then the squadron divided, the sails were furled, the voyagers
disembarked, and each gallant kneeling low as he gave his hand to his
companion and helped her to alight, unmasked at the same instant,
while the music changing to a merry lilt, the couples found themselves
arranged in due order to tread a well-known measure called ‘the
Purpose,’ on the polished floor.
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