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Athelstane took the observation as a serious compliment; but Cedric, who better understood the Jester's meaning, darted at him a severe and menacing look; and lucky it was for Wamba, perhaps, that the time and place prevented his receiving, notwithstanding his place and service, more sensible marks of his master's resentment.
Poor "Cousin Charlie" did not then understand the full meaning of the wise old jester's words, but he did live to learn their full intent.
The jester's speech made the Duke laugh, and perhaps prevented a farther prosecution of the altercation betwixt him and his general.
Phil had been so thoughtful about that, and his occasional letters to Jack had made red-letter days on Mary's calendar. They had been almost as good as visits, they were so charged with his jolly, light-hearted spirit. But it happened, that the story she intended to read Jack first, The Jester's Sword, still lay unopened on her table.
"You spoke " the Duke hesitated a moment, writhing inwardly at the memory of the exact words in which the fool had spoken. "You spoke this morning of one whom the Lady Valentina had met." The fear seemed to increase on the jester's face. "Yes," he answered, in a choking voice. "Where did she meet this knight you spoke of, and in such wondrous words of praise described to me?"
And, too, it is an honest way to earn thy bread. Canst think of any other?" Aldebaran hid his face within his hands. "No, no!" he groaned. "There is no other way, and yet my soul abhors the thought, that I, a king's son, should descend to this! The jester's motley and the cap and bells. How can I play such a part?" "Because thou art a king's son," said the Jester.
The young woman who was to be the jester's bride was very pretty, and she was otherwise a favorite with those who knew her, and the Czar determined to improve the occasion of the wedding for a grand frolic.
But this unarmed man, his breast covered only by his arms this laughing face, stopped them still more than the remonstrance of the cardinal, who said to them that Chicot's death could serve no end, but, on the contrary, would be terribly avenged by the king, who was the jester's accomplice in this scene of terrible buffoonery.
The mimicry of voice and action was so perfect, so free from exaggeration, so sublimely spontaneous. Nick did not laugh with her. Behind his mask of banter he was watching, watching closely. He had clad himself in jester's garb to feel for the truth.
I may not end with one of those graceful admonitions beloved of Messer Boccacci to whom in my jester's days I owed so much. Not mine is it to say with him "Wherefore, gentle ladies" or "noble sirs beware of this, avoid that other thing."
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