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Updated: June 8, 2025
When all was ready the heralds raised their banners, and the duke gave the word of battle. There was a moment of deep silence, broken by the thunder of tramping hoofs, as horses and men rushed upon each other. Calli and Max met in mid-course, and the din of their contact was like the report of a cannon. Each horse fell back upon its haunches; each rider bent back upon his horse.
"Never turn your face from a cowardly foe, Max. He will, if he can, stab you in the back. Your revenge will come when you send his soul to hell." Calli grasped his dagger hilt and muttered something about the duke's presence. The incident determined us in the course Max should take.
"It is surely enough," replied Calli, "but if more is wanted, they were overheard to avow their guilt." "What were they heard to say and where did they say it?" asked Hymbercourt. "I lay concealed, with six men-at-arms, near the river in the garden of The Mitre Inn, where the spies had been bathing.
Doubtless thousands of innocent men as free from crime and evil intent as we, are wasting their lives away in dungeons as loathsome as those that imprisoned us." "Calli will not fight you," I said. "If he refuses, I will kill him at the steps of the throne of Burgundy, let the result be what it may. God will protect me in my just vengeance.
At that same moment Yolanda sprang from the duke's side, cleared the low railing in front of the ducal box, and jumped to the false lists six or eight feet below. Her gown of scarlet and gold shone with dazzling radiance in the sunlight. Calli was facing the pavilion, and Yolanda's leap probably attracted his attention.
Returning from his walks on the Lido or wanderings through the little calli, he showed that unwise half-disdain, which an unenlightened masculine Herakles might have shown, for the blessedness of five o'clock tea. At dinner he was in his toilet what Mr Henry James calls the "member of society," never the poet whose necktie is a dithyramb. Good sense was his habit if not his foible.
"Count Calli," said the duke, beckoning that worthy knight, "come forward and speak." Calli came forward, knelt to the duke, and said: "I, my lord, charge these unknown men as being Swiss spies and assassins, who seek to murder Your Grace and to betray Burgundy." "You lie, you dog," cried Max, looking like an angry young god. "You lie in your teeth and in your heart.
From a height we had reached we cast our eyes over the beautiful valley, with one or two large villages near us, and the pretty town of Calli in the distance. We made our way towards it, though it was somewhat out of our direct course. The inhabitants were generally supporters of the Liberal cause, and had suffered greatly from the Spaniards.
He did not tell me of Sir Max's home, but I supposed he also was from Italy, or perhaps from Würtemberg there are many Guelphs in that country." "Yes, I will tell you of that later, uncle," said Yolanda. "When Calli left us, Sir Max returned safely to the inn, having promised me not to leave Peronne within a month. This trouble has come from Calli and Campo-Basso."
Calli stepped back in surprise, his heel caught on the toe of Max's iron boot, he fell prone upon his back, and the weight of his armor prevented him from rising quickly. The glancing blow on Max's helmet had roused him, and when he moved Yolanda rose to her knees beside him.
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