The White Rose of Langley: A Story of the Olden TimeHolt, Emily Sarah
History
The White Rose of Langley: A Story of the Olden Time
Holt, Emily Sarah
Great Britain -- History -- Lancaster and York, 1399-1485 -- Fiction
Thereupon arose a passage of arms between the two affronted persons of
diverse nationalities, which was terminated by Constance, with one of
her sudden impulses, riding forward to the front, and taking the
business on herself.
"Sir Warder," she said--with that exquisite grace and lofty courtesy
which was natural to every Plantagenet, be the other features of his
character what they might,--"I am your Lady, and I pray you to notify
unto your Lord that I am come hither."
The warder was instantly mollified, and blew his horn to announce the
arrival of a guest. There was a minute's bustle among the minor
officials about the gate, a little running to and fro, and then the
drawbridge was thrown across, and the next moment the Lord Le Despenser
knelt low to his royal spouse. He could have had no idea of her coming
five minutes before, but he did his best to show her that any omissions
in her welcome were no fault on his part.
Thomas Le Despenser was just twenty years of age. He was only of
moderate height for a man; and Constance, who was a tall woman, nearly
equalled him. His Norman blood showed itself in his dark glossy hair,
his semi-bronzed complexion, and his dark liquid eyes, the expression of
which was grave almost to sadness. An extremely short upper lip perhaps
indicated blue blood, but it gave a haughty appearance to his features,
which was not indicative of his character. He had a sweet low-toned
voice, and an extremely winning smile.
The Princess suffered her husband to lift her from the pillion on which
she rode behind Bertram Lyngern, who had been transferred to her service
by her father's wish. At the door of the banquet-hall the Dowager Lady
met them. Maude's impression of her was not exactly pleasant. She
thought her a stiff, solemn-looking, elderly woman, in widow's garb.
The Lady Elizabeth received her royal guest with the lowest of
courtesies, and taking her hand, conducted her with great formality to a
state chair on the dais, the Lord Le Despenser standing, bare-headed, on
the step below.
The ensuing ten minutes were painfully irksome to all parties.
Everybody was shy of everybody else. A few common-place questions were
asked and answered; but when the Dowager suggested that "the Lady" must
be tired with her journey, and would probably like to rest for an hour
ere the rear-supper was served, it was a manifest relief to all.
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