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Simon there hath it at the end of his tongue." "Not I, in troth," replied the other; "I have had other things to think of. There was some sort of bickering over dice, or wine, or was it a woman, coz?" "Pasques Dieu! but you have nicked it," cried Aylward. "It was indeed about a woman; and the quarrel must go forward, for I am still of the same mind as before."
"But my dear lady and noble sovereign it is not proper for either you or me to judge in this cause. The case being an allodial case, must be brought before your council, since the fief of Azay is held from the crown." "Pasques dieu!" replied the Regent with a forced laugh. "I give you the place of the Sieur de Vieilleville in my house. Don't trouble about your father.
"How now, Jacqueline?" said Maitre Pierre, when she entered the apartment. "Wherefore this? Did I not desire that Dame Perette should bring what I wanted? Pasques dieu! Is she, or does she think herself, too good to serve me?" "My kinswoman is ill at ease," answered Jacqueline, in a hurried yet a humble tone, "ill at ease, and keeps her chamber."
"My lord," said De Comines, "what remains to be mentioned, is a thing partly indeed in a great measure within the Duke's own power, though he means to invite your Majesty's accession to it, for in truth it touches you nearly." "Pasques Dieu!" exclaimed the King impatiently, "what is it? Speak out, Sir Philip am I to send him my daughter for a concubine, or what other dishonour is he to put on me?"
"But my dear lady and noble sovereign it is not proper for either you or me to judge in this cause. The case being an allodial case, must be brought before your council, since the fief of Azay is held from the crown." "Pasques dieu!" replied the Regent with a forced laugh. "I give you the place of the Sieur de Vieilleville in my house. Don't trouble about your father.
Pasques Dieu! there are some fine women over yonder! Mort de ma vie! see to that one in the doorway! I will go speak to her. But whom have we here?" "Is there an archer here hight Sam Aylward?" asked a gaunt man-at-arms, clanking up to them across the courtyard. "My name, friend," quoth the bowman. "Then sure I have no need to tell thee mine," said the other.
Jacques did not fail to make a good meal for many reasons. The messenger came, madame began to storm, and to knit her brows after the manner of the late king, and to say, "Is there never to be peace in this land? Pasques Dieu! can we not have one quiet evening?" Then she rose and strode about the room. "Ho there! My horse! Where is Monsieur de Vieilleville, my squire? Ah, he is in Picardy.
D'Estouteville, you will rejoin me with my household at the Chateau d'Amboise...." And looking at Jacques, she said, "You shall be my squire, Sieur de Beaune. You wish to serve the state. The occasion is a good one. Pasques Dieu! come! There are rebels to subdue, and faithful knights are needed."
"I am, master," answered the young Scot, "a braeman, and therefore, as we say, a bowman. But besides that, I have been in a convent, where the good fathers taught me to read and write, and even to cipher." "Pasques dieu! that is too magnificent," said the merchant.
"To speak more plainly, then," said the youth, "there grows a fair oak some flight shot or so from yonder Castle and on that oak hangs a man in a gray jerkin, such as this which I wear." "Ay and indeed!" said the man of France "Pasques dieu! see what it is to have youthful eyes! Why, I did see something, but only took it for a raven among the branches.
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