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"Now I regret," said she, "that I made so solemn an oath. Your trick was unfair." "Oh, not at all," said Jurgen: "and presently you will not regret it. For indeed the game is well worth the candle." "How is that shown, Messire de Logreus?" "Why, by candle-light," says Jurgen, "naturally." "In that event, we will talk no further of it until this evening." So that evening Yolande sent for him.
That combination, Messire de Logreus, is one which very often forces me to jeer out of season, simply because I know myself to be upon the verge of far more untimely tears." Thus Gogyrvan replied. He was silent for a while, and he contemplated the fire.
It suffices that the Duke of Logreus and the Lady of the Green Castle parted later on the most friendly terms. "You have undone me, with your games and your candles and your scrupulous returning of courtesies," said Yolande, and yawned, for she was sleepy; "but I fear that I do not hate you as much as I ought to." "No woman ever does," says Jurgen, "at this hour."
However, I am that Jurgen who recently made himself Emperor of Noumaria, King of Eubonia, Prince of Cocaigne, and Duke of Logreus; and of whom you have doubtless heard." "Why, to be sure!" says she, patting her hair straight. "And who would have anticipated meeting your highness in such a place!" "One says 'majesty' to an emperor, my dear.
For you conceive also, madame, it would be more or less awkward if I had made an error, and if the appearance were in reality what it seemed to be, because I was pretty trying sometimes. At all events, I have done that which seemed equitable, and I have found no comfort in the doing of it, and I do not like this place." Appearance of the Duke of Logreus
"Assuredly," says Jurgen then, "a magic sword is a fine thing, and a very necessary equipment, too, for a knight errant of my age." "But you talk as though you were an old man, Messire de Logreus!" "Come now," thinks Jurgen, "this is a princess of rare discrimination. What, after all, is forty-and-something when one is well-preserved?
And this Gogyrvan, that was King of Glathion and Lord of Enisgarth and Camwy and Sargyll, came down from his wide throne, and he embraced first Guenevere, then Jurgen. "And demand of me what you will, Duke of Logreus," said Gogyrvan, when he had heard the champion's name, "and it is yours for the asking. For you have restored to me the best loved daughter that ever was the pride of a high king."
Everything in the room was thus visible in a diffused and tempered light that cast no shadows. In his hand Merlin held a small mirror, about three inches square, from which he raised his dark eyes puzzlingly. "I have been talking to my fellow ambassador, Dame Anaitis: and I have been wondering, Messire de Logreus, if you have ever reared white pigeons." Jurgen looked at the little mirror.
For, as she now told Jurgen, she was Guenevere, the daughter of Gogyrvan, King of Glathion and the Red Islands. So Jurgen told her he was the Duke of Logreus, because he felt it was not appropriate for a pawnbroker to be rescuing princesses: and he swore, too, that he would restore her safely to her father, whatever Thragnar might attempt.
"Now, to deal frankly," says Smoit, with a grin, "I am not claiming any alliance with the Duke of Logreus " "Sometimes," says Jurgen, "one prefers to travel incognito. As a king, you ought to understand that." "My interest is rather in the grandson of Steinvor. Now you will remember your grandmother Steinvor as, I do not doubt, a charming old lady.
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