France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction; Montgomery, Gabriel, comte de, 1530-1574 -- Fiction
At last a new champion passed the barrier. Henri, without a single
glance to see who it was, set his horse in motion and rushed at him. The
two lances were shattered; but the king, throwing away the fragment,
reeled in his saddle, and was forced to cling to the saddlebow to save
himself. At that instant six o'clock struck. Henri was beaten.
He leaped quickly and joyously to the ground, threw his reins to a
squire, and rushed to seize the hand of his vanquisher to escort him to
the queen himself. To his vast surprise he saw a face which was
absolutely unfamiliar to him. Moreover, he was a cavalier of fine
presence and noble bearing; and the queen, as she passed the necklace
around the young man's neck, while he knelt before her, could not
forbear remarking it, and smiling upon him.
But he, after bowing to the ground, rose, took a few steps toward the
platform appropriated to the court, stopped before Madame de Castro, and
offered her the necklace, the prize of victory.
The trumpets were still sounding, so that no one heard the two cries
which issued at the same moment from two mouths.
"Gabriel!"
"Diane!"
Diane, pale, and trembling with joy and wonder, took the necklace with a
shaking hand. Every one supposed that the unknown knight had heard the
king promise the necklace to Madame de Castro; and that he did not wish
to disappoint so fair a damsel. It was agreed that his proceeding was
very courteous, and bore the stamp of a true gentleman. The king himself
put no other construction on the incident.
"I am touched by such extreme gallantry," said he; "but I, who am
supposed to be able to call all my nobles by name, I confess that I
cannot recall, Monsieur, where or when I have seen you before, and I
shall be more than delighted to know to whom I am indebted for the
sturdy blow just now which would have unsaddled me, I believe, if, thank
God! I had not had such strong legs."
"Sire," replied Gabriel, "this is the first time that I have had the
honor of appearing before your Majesty. I have been hitherto with the
army, and have only just arrived from Italy. I am called Vicomte
d'Exmès."
"Vicomte d'Exmès!" echoed the king. "I shall remember the name of my
vanquisher, never fear."
"Sire," said Gabriel, "there can be no vanquisher where you are
concerned, and I bring a glorious proof of it to your Majesty."
He made a sign; and Martin-Guerre and the two men-at-arms entered the
lists with the Italian flags, which they laid at the king's feet.
"Sire," Gabriel continued, "these are the flags conquered in Italy by
your army, and sent to your Majesty by Monseigneur le Duc de Guise. His
Eminence, Monseigneur le Cardinal de Lorraine, assures me that your
Majesty will not take it ill of me to deliver these trophies to you thus
unexpectedly, and in the presence of your court and the French people,
who are the deeply interested witnesses of your greatness and glory.
Sire, I have also the honor to hand you these letters from Monsieur le
Duc de Guise."
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