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"I hope so," responded Denis readily. "I am sure. There is a great banquet to-morrow. You will be there." "Would they ask me?" "Why, of course; but here, come this way," and Carrbroke touched the other's arm. "You are not going to dance, so let us talk out here in the garden."
Chastising a pack of insolent musicians, dancing masters, or whatever they are, who insulted us." "It is not true!" cried Denis angrily; and as he spoke Carrbroke, who had received warning from one of the inn servants of the fight that was going on, shouldered his way in through the halberdiers. "These men, whoever they are they cannot be gentlemen " "What!" roared Sir Robert.
For revels were plentiful at Windsor then, and Denis in the companionship of Carrbroke found the time pass pleasantly enough, on the terraces, in the park, and along the banks of the silver Thames; but he was quite forgetful for the most part of the special mission upon which he had crossed the sea.
"Tell him," he said angrily in French, to Leoni "tell him I object to being treated like a prisoner" words which Leoni translated, in the belief that they were not understood. "The Comte de la Seine says, Monsieur Carrbroke, that surely his Majesty would make an exception in favour of his friend."
Denis again obeyed, and something gave way as if he had pushed a door which opened from him. "Now then," said Carrbroke, "what do you think of that?" "That if I lifted the arras I could pass into another room." "Not quite right; not into another room, but into a dark passage made in the wall.
Then that accounts for his peculiar fixed look." "Yes. He was fencing when a young man, and his adversary's rapier point completely destroyed his left eye." "Ah!" whispered Carrbroke, beneath his breath. "I see. Then the eye is false made, you say, of gold, enamelled to look exactly like the other, a little hollow globe." "Yes; an etui, we may call it now, but never meant to conceal that gem."
Do you think that there is something queer in his blade?" "Only that it is best Italian steel." "Yes, of course," said Carrbroke impatiently. "But I mean what they call magic that there is something curious in it? You see, it turns so, and seems so strong." "Yes, that is strange," said Denis. "It is no matter how you parry; the point always seems as if it could enter your breast if it liked.
It was some time before he could find him, but at last he came suddenly upon him in a secluded portion nearly surrounded by a grey stone wall covered with growing plants. "Ah, there you are at last!" cried Denis. Carrbroke turned upon him angrily and clapped his hand to his sword. "You have come to fight?" he cried. "Well, it is death here to draw.
"Yes," said Denis; "it is very cleverly done." "Yes, but it is real," said Carrbroke, and he glanced to right and left to see if they were observed. "We are quite alone. Now you touch that boss." "Yes: it's hard and round," said Denis. "Now give it a twist." Denis did as he was told, and there was a faint click like the lifting of a latch. "Now push," continued Carrbroke.
But the King could not conceal his anxiety to be once more in the saddle en route for Windsor; and although Sir John Carrbroke urged him to remain so far as the dictates of hospitality required, yet he forbore when he saw the impatience of his guest to be once more on his way, and at dinner the night before the departure he spoke only of the journey to be undertaken on the following day.
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