United States or Mayotte ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
All that now remains of Crussol is a single broken tower, to which some minor ruins cling; and a little lower are the ruins of the town whence the encircling ramparts have been outcast and lie in scattered fragments down the mountain-side to the border of the Rhône.
As we approached Valence, the ancient Civitas Valentinorum, we again observed the ruined castle which we had at first remarked, called Château Crussol. It stands on a conical cliff on the opposite side of the river, overlooking the town at about two cannon-shots distance.
"His piety was proverbial; it is that fact which so surprises me at his failure to keep his word." "When dying, your highness, Chevalier de Crussol felt it a point of conscience that he had not made known to his master, the king, a state secret of such importance. He therefore confessed the truth to Father Griffen."
"He swore it, sir, and if anything surprises me on the part of so gallant a man, it is that he failed to keep his word," said the Gascon severely. "Do not be too hasty in accusing Chevalier de Crussol, your highness." "I will reserve my judgment, then." "You know, your highness, there were few men more religiously inclined than De Crussol?"
The Duc de Luynes and his wife, who was Mlle. de Crussol (daughter of the brilliant Duchesse d’Uzès of Boulanger fame), live at Dampierre, another interesting pile filled with rare pictures, bric-
It is sanctioned even by the word of God: 'Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life." Just at that moment the axe rattled, there was a muffled sound, and the head of the Marchioness Crussol d'Amboise fell into the basket. "Elizabeth Capet, it is your turn come up!" "I come." She ascended the scaffold.
"Well, sir, I see the analogy; it seems that the game of the poisoned shoulder-knot has been played with the confessor of this unhappy Chevalier de Crussol." "That is just what happened, your highness.
With smiles they ascended the scaffold, with smiles they placed their heads beneath the axe. The last of the ladies, the Marchioness de Crussol d'Amboise, had received the parting kiss and ascended the steps of the guillotine. Only Elizabeth and Toulan now remained at the foot. "Fidele," whispered Elizabeth in gentle tones, "I shall soon be with my brother and my sister.
Long before we came abreast of it by the windings of the river we saw high up against the sky-line, a clear three hundred feet above the water, all that is left of the stronghold of Crussol still called by the Rhône boatmen "the Horns of Crussol," although the two towers no longer shoot out horn-like from the mountain-top with a walled war-town clinging about their flanks.
Who can have put them on the scent? Did not the secret die with De Crussol? His letter is my guarantee. Did they not quiet the governor and cause him to give up all pursuit of this unhappy woman?"
Word Of The Day