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Michel and Angele [A Ladder of Swords], Complete

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 2184    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

o his dying day. When, after varied troubles hereafter set down, he went back to Jersey, he ma

kneeling and retiring. Now it was the salt-cellar, the plate, and the bread; then it was a Duke's Daughter-a noble soul as ever lived-with a tasting-knife, as beautiful as a rose; then another lady enters who glares at me, and gets to her knees as does the other. Three times up and down, and then one rubs the plate with bread and salt, as solemn as St. Ouen's when he says prayers in the Royal Court. Gentles, that w

arried a dish-that her notorious Majesty be safe against the hand of poisoners. There was I, fed by a Duke's Daughter; and thus was Jersey honoured; and the Duke's Daughter whispers to me, as a dozen other unmarried ladies enter, '

t to do that day, and he the greatest gallant of the kingdom, as all the world knows. What they said among themselves I know not, but I heard Leicester's name, and I guessed that they were mostly in the pay of his soft words. But the Duke's Daughter was on my side, as was proved betimes when Leicester made tro

n as she sat at dinner, and of what she said to him; but since his wo

ueen's chair until she summoned him to face her. Then, having finished her meal, and dipped her fingers in a bowl of r

ons: First, what concern is it of yours whether this Michel

sea-one good turn deserves ano

arply at him, then

ruth, or I'll have you where that jerkin will fit you not so well a month hence. Plain answers I will have to plain questions, or De Ca

ned about my head, but more about my honours, and most about my honour," he replied. "My head is my own, my honours are my family's,

and, with a glance of satisfaction towards

've spoken well, Rozel, and you shall speak by the book to the end, if you will sav

to befriend, and that is my concern, you

iselle

of this Miche

ut I made sure De la Foret was de

iless exile-he, a butler to the Queen, with three dove-cotes and the perquage-and a Huguenot withal. He is refused; then comes the absent lover over sea, to shipwreck; and our Seigneur rescues him, 'fends him; and when yon master exile is in peril, d

ered Lempriere stubbornly, "and

y aboard his ship on the high seas-'tis a miraculous chivalry, cousin," she added to the Duke's Daughter, w

arrest this De la Foret," continued Elizabeth. "Call

he matter might the more surely be

have brought you

in this, as in all else. So I came hither to t

r," said the Queen, with amused irony. "What

e la Foret shall not be returned t

France and England, and De la Foret may turn the sca

d her father may live withou

t sour grapes ad

ey on pledge that he sin no more, not even to raid St. Ouen's

estioned him closely upon Buonespoir's raid; and so infectious was his mirth, as he told

igneur," she said; "but for his fut

Jersey Isle, your c

y go and bring Mademoiselle and her father hither. Orders are given for their disposal. And to-morrow at this hour you shall

hither, preceded by the Queen's messenger. Leicester stopped and said, with a slow m

d he replied: "You are mistook, my lord. You will remember I was in the presence-cha

were a farmer and raised cabbage

ng at his obtuseness. Then suddenly he knew he had been mocked, and he turned

ng with his motions. As Leicester disappeared he looked from under his arm at Lempriere. "If a bird will not sto

turning on his heel, he spread himself like a Colossus and looked down in grandeur. "And wherefore cry David!

t other ways be found. David the ancient put a stone in a sling and Goliath laid him down like an egg in a nest-therefore, Nuncio, get thee to the qua

born sensible and infinite. I understand thee like a book. Thou hast not folly and thou shalt not be answered as if thou wast

l at Court, for is it not written that a fool and his money are soon pa

gold-piece, gossip. But see"-his voice lowered-"know you where is

now where he hides, Nuncio, so

ce in Jersey," rejoined Lempriere, and strode ponderous

her, O co

bride up

rewn her o'e

roses 'nea

and tears a

aughter i

o the Valley,

e roses the

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