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The King stepped into the room, and the door closed behind him. "Busily engaged, Master Leoni?" he said bluffly. The doctor bowed. "In your service, sir," he replied humbly.
Leoni stretched out his hand to catch Denis by the arm, but he was too late, for, with his eyes flashing, the boy stepped quickly forward to the table, caught up the cup, and raised it towards his lips. "Montjoie Saint Denis!
"I had enough to do to sit my horse and manage to get here; and," added the lad lightly, "I thought that it would be better." "Ah," said Master Leoni quietly, "let me see." And he looked at the boy fixedly with that curious hard stare of the left eye which Denis never could explain. "Oh no; I'm nearly dressed now, and breakfast is waiting."
"Hah!" ejaculated Leoni harshly, and then almost as fiercely as the chamberlain he whispered, "Would he dare to raise his hand against the ambassador of France?" "No, sir," said the chamberlain coldly, "but against the thief of the night, who abused his hospitality that he might steal.
"Leoni," interrupted the King, "what are you writing?" "A suggestion, sir, to offer you." The King crossed the chamber, and, leaning over Leoni's shoulder, read out the words: "To our well-beloved Cousin, Henry, King of England. "Dear Cousin and King, "The bearer of this our letter, the noble Comte Reginald Herault de la Seine of Angomar and Villay, is our good friend.
"Bad, but not dangerous if he is left undisturbed." "And if I consent to defer our departure till the morning, what then?" "I cannot say for certain, sir," replied Leoni, "but I think it may be possible, with care." "Very well," said the captain; "but I give you warning, gentlemen, that any attempt at an escape " "Bah!" ejaculated Leoni contemptuously. "Are we likely to leave our master?"
"Say love," cried Leoni warmly. "Bah, man! Henry may be a tyrant, but he could not be so base as to hurt a boy like that. Row for our lives while I prophesy what I believe in spite of bitter despairing thoughts. We shall live to see our brave young companion safe again." "Bravo, doctor! Your medicine has given me heart. Row? Yes. I can do it now till my arms refuse to stir."
The two young men exchanged glances, brothers once again in combination against their rival for the King's favour, who seemed to be coming to the front and leaving them behind. "Pardon me, Sire," said the doctor humbly. "I proposed that, as it seemed an easy way to achieve your ends." "I would sooner give up the project, Master Leoni," said the King haughtily. "Propose something else."
How rudimentary as regards medical science that skill was may be judged from the fact that the staple remedy prescribed by the great Milanese doctor, Lazaro da Ficino, who had been called in to consult with Lorenzo's own medical man, Pier Leoni of Spoleto, was a potion compounded of crushed pearls and jewels.
And he looked fixedly at the messenger from the kingdom of the fleur-de-lys, while Leoni would have given anything to draw nearer, to gather up if it were only scraps of the conversation that ensued; but he was bound to imitate the action of those around and draw back, full of anxiety about his pupil, but fain to content himself with looking around at the gay throng, before sinking into a chair where he could think about his mission, his searching eyes always busy looking about, especially at the jewels that were flashing on every side, as he hungrily sought for some thread which might form a clue to lead him ultimately to the object of his quest.
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