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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Hah!" shouted the King, and for a moment the boy's heart sank, for the King's hand came down upon his shoulder in a painful grip; but the next moment the sinking heart rose with a bound, his eyes flashed with excitement, and for the life of him he could not keep from darting triumphant glances at his fellow-courtiers. "There, Master Leoni! There, Saint Simon!
And the speaker dropped on one knee, but the King motioned him to rise. "Not now," he said; "not now." And then, as his royal master appeared to be lost in thought, Leoni went on; "Never, sir, would I have brought this matter to your notice, deeply though it concerns the welfare of France, had I not been convinced." "And why so?"
Braham at one time lost his voice utterly, and his prospect seemed a gloomy one, as his master Leoni also died about the same time. He now found a generous patron in Abraham Goldsmith, however, and became a professor of the piano, for which instrument he developed remarkable talent.
But it would be a secret way known only to himself, of no avail to us. It could not be found. Once the relic is in our hands, a silken rope and some window must be our way." "But I know the secret of the passage, sir, how to open the door, and where the passage leads." "Where, boy, where?" cried Leoni excitedly.
And now it was that, after studying the sky overhead for some minutes to make sure, Denis could control himself no longer, and involuntarily exclaimed; "Are we going right?" "What!" cried Leoni sharply, for the King paid no heed, but galloped on, muttering to himself the while. "Are we going right?" repeated the lad. "What do you mean, boy?"
"You told me to wait upon you this afternoon." "Did I? Well, I don't know that I want you. But to return your compliment, the place seems dull when you are not here." The young man smiled and darted a triumphant glance at the saturnine-looking doctor, before turning to give Denis a look, his eyes sparkling with pleasure the while. "And you, Leoni," said the King, yawning.
Let him work his will on me if he dares. But he shall not injure a hair of that brave boy's head. Bah! He would not have dared." "You are mistaken, Sire." "In what?" "In King Henry's intentions. He meant your death." "What! In cold blood to slay a brother king?" "Not a brother king, Sire, but the Comte de la Seine, who had entered his Court in disguise." "Impossible, Leoni!
A few minutes sufficed for the skilful hands of Leoni to strap and bandage the gallant lad's features, leaving him standing on one side of the bed while he went to the other to draw back the coverlet.
Leoni watched his master narrowly as he followed his progress through the brilliant throng of courtiers towards the spot where Henry stood awaiting his coming, and there was but one thought animating his brain the thought of whether Francis with his impetuous nature would not commit some act in this strangest of all episodes King meeting King, and one ignorant of the other's real identity which would enlighten Henry and maybe bring disaster on them all.
"Id Petrus Damianus, vir sua aetate inter primos numerandus, cum rem sciscitatus est diligentissime ex hero, ex asino, ex mulieribus sagis confessis factum, Leoni VII. Papae narravit, et postquam diu in utramque partem coram Papa fuit disputatum, hoc tandem posse fieri fuit constitum."
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