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"Messire de Montors, you have aided me. I would be grateful if you permitted it." De Montors spoke at last, saying crisply: "Gratitude, I take it, forms no part of the bargain. I am the kinsman of Dame Melicent. It makes for my interest and for the honour of our house that the man whose rooms she visits at night be got out of Poictesme "
I will demolish you without compunction, as I would any other vermin." "Oh, brave, brave!" sneered the bishop, "to fling away your life, and perhaps mine too, for an idle word " But at that he fetched a sob. "How foolish of you! and how like you!" he said, and Perion wondered at this prelate's voice. "Hey, gentlemen!" cried Ayrart de Montors, "a moment if you please!"
Meanwhile she sets about the quickest way to cleanse him and to heal his bruises. They are more wise than we, and at the bottom of their hearts they pity us more stalwart folk whose grosser wits require, to be quite sure of anything, a mere crass proof of it; and always they make us better by indomitably believing we are better than in reality a man can ever be." Now Ayrart de Montors dismounted.
Believe me, there is not a lackey in this realm no, not a cut-purse, nor any pander who would not in meeting you upon equal footing degrade himself. For you have slandered that which is most perfect in the world; yet lies, Messire de Montors, have short legs; and I design within the hour to insure the calumny against an echo." "Rogue, I have given you your very life within the hour "
And yet, I think that Perion recalled what Ayrart de Montors had said of women and their love, so long ago: "They are more wise than we; and always they make us better by indomitably believing we are better than in reality a man can ever be." I think that Perion knew, now, de Montors had been in the right.
"Come, come, will you not even help me into the boat?" said Melicent. She, too, was glad. How Melicent Wedded "That may not be, my cousin." It was the real Bishop of Montors who was speaking. His company, some fifteen men in all, had ridden up while Melicent and Perion looked seaward. The bishop was clothed, in his habitual fashion, as a cavalier, showing in nothing as a churchman.
"Beau sire, I have loved this my dearest lady since the time when both of us were little more than children, and each day of the year my love for her has been doubled. What would it avail me to live in however lofty estate when I cannot daily see the treasure of my life?" Now the Cardinal de Montors interrupted, and his voice was to the ear as silk is to the fingers.
And Messire de Montors was watching Dame Melicent, sidewise, while he joked with little Ettarre, who was this night permitted to stay up later than usual, in honor of the masque: and Jurgen knew that this young bishop was to become Pope of Rome, no less; and that the child he joked with was to become the woman for possession of whom Guiron des Rocques and the surly-looking small boy yonder, Maugis d'Aigremont, would contend with each other until the country hereabouts had been devastated, and the castle wherein Jurgen now was had been besieged, and this part of it burned.
I cede my leadership to Landry de Bonnay. You will have the kindness to inform him of the unlooked-for change, and to tender your new captain every appropriate regret and the dying felicitations of Perion de la Foret." He bowed toward the landward twilight, where the sand hillocks were taking form. "Messire de Montors, we may now resume our vigil.
Such nourishment cured them of indecision, and Ayrart de Montors had presently ascended the papal throne under the title of Adrian VII, servant to the servants of God. His days of military captaincy were over. Demetrios deplored the loss of a formidable adversary, and jeered at the fact that the vicarship of heaven had been settled by six hens.
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