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Updated: May 19, 2025
It was the chamber in which the dissolute Mortimer and the faithless Isabella had been captured by the youthful monarch, Edward III., two centuries and a half earlier, but no traces of its former grandeur if it ever possessed any now remained. It was changed into the abode of an alchemyst, and as Edmund Wynne ever and anon tapped an iron vessel his eyes sparkled with delight.
In a few minutes Manners appeared, but Sir Ronald Bury had brought him purposely with so little noise that the alchemyst was not aware of his presence, and for a long time they stood in the doorway, and watched his movements. He was talking to himself, as he often did. It was a habit into which he had unconsciously fallen.
"A toadstone, I suppose?" replied Sir Ronald, lightly. "Ha, you may laugh, Ronald," said the astrologer, severely. "Fools ever did mock the wise, like the rich despise the poor. You are but a soldier, and I am a man of science the great alchemyst!
"You must not heed his words," whispered the knight. "He is infatuated with his work. In all things else he is as timid as a mouse." "And then," pursued the mighty alchemyst, "and then ! Nay, I will show thee, see!" and with some difficulty he forced open a little door at the side.
He has heard of my elixir and wants ah, well, I shall have friends enough now, I'll warrant me." "He is an enemy of Sir George Vernon, then," added the knight. "Hey! Bring him down, then," said the alchemyst. "I will meet him outside the room." "Well, Master John Manners will be down by and bye. Lady Bury meanwhile is entertaining him, for he was hungry." Edmund started.
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