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Without knowing in the least what it was that Father Gibault and Oncle Jazon wanted of them, they were all in favor of it at a venture. Rene de Ronville, being an active and intelligent young man, was sent about through the town to let everybody know of the meeting.
"She wus the daughter; the white one?" "Sure; he hed the other by law. Wal', when they all got thar, nobody wus home, 'cept one o' the gurls, who claimed fer ter be Rene the one whut wus a nigger, thet Kirby owned. Nobody know'd which wus which, an' so they hed ter take her word for it.
We got something to eat with difficulty at an inn, for the people spoke nothing but the Provençal dialect, and the place was so cold and cheerless we were glad to go out again into the storm. It mattered little to us, that we heard the language in which the gay troubadours of king René sung their songs of love.
That monarch sent to its assistance John of Anjou, son of Rene or Renato, king of Naples, who had been dispossessed of his crown by Alphonso. John of Anjou, otherwise called the duke of Calabria, immediately took upon himself the command of the place, repaired its fortifications, and defended the entrance of the harbor with strong chains.
"Good 'tis as the white chief wishes." "Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the rear; you and I will march together. Give your warriors the word." He turned and took my hand. "You will walk with me, dear one; you are not afraid?" "Not of the peril of coming battle," I answered. "I I think I hardly realize what that all means; but the risk you run. Rene!
Warm as the day had been, a delicious coolness now began to temper the air; for the wind had shifted into the northwest. A meadowlark sang dreamingly in the wild grass of the low lands hard by, over which two or three prairie hawks hovered with wings that beat rapidly. "Eh bien, I must go," said Rene presently, getting to his feet nimbly and evading Father Beret's hand which would have held him.
Claire René wanted to scream again; but instead, she made her feet take her to the chair by the window; she made her fingers pull the thin envelope from between the stiff fingers. Grand'mère's hands were cold. Her silence was more terrible than any silence Claire René had known before. The glazed, open eyes looked as if they hurt; she closed the lids with the tips of her fingers.
Burgundy won't hurt you if you do as he bids you. I won't hurt you if you do as I bid you." The black figure rocked, a pitiable bundle of terrors, apparently sobbing plaintively. Thibaut sickened at such shameless fear. "Stop crying," he growled. René de Montigny, who had been watching keenly the actions of the prisoner, interrupted: "He seems to be laughing," he said.
There, in the wide central Place, sprayed a delicious fountain splashed with gold by the sunlight that filtered through an arbour of great trees; and there, too, was a statue of good King René.
In pursuance of this treaty, King Rene commenced his march into Italy, but was stopped by the duke of Savoy and the marquis of Montferrat, who, being in alliance with the Venetians, would not allow him to pass.
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