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Virtue I had accounted a shadow without substance; innocence, a synonym for ignorance; love, a fable, a fairy tale for the delectation of overgrown children. In the company of Roxalanne de Lavedan all those old, cynical beliefs, built up upon a youth of undesirable experiences, were shattered and the error of them exposed.
"In what am I different, Roxalanne?" "In that he had laid no wager," she answered, rising suddenly. My hopes were withering. She was not angry. She was pale, and her gentle face was troubled dear God! how sorely troubled! To me it almost seemed that I had lost. She flashed me a glance of her blue eyes, and I thought that tears impended. "Roxalanne!" I supplicated.
That was my reason, as you may have surmised, for writing to you. My sister has mourned you for dead was mourning you for dead whilst you sat at the feet of your Roxalanne and made love to her among the roses of Lavedan." "Lavedan?" echoed the other slowly. Then, raising his voice, "what the devil are you saying?" he blazed. "What do I know of Lavedan?"
I had but to call together my friends of yesternight, and with them the Comte de Chatellerault, and inform them that by the King was I forbidden to go awooing Roxalanne de Lavedan. So should my wager be dissolved.
A fine gentleman I, on my soul, to have dubbed Chatellerault a cheat for having done no worse than I had now brought myself to do! Yet, was it so? No, I assured myself, it was not. A thousand times no! What I had done I had done as much to win Roxalanne to me as to win her from her own unreasonableness.
Roxalanne coloured to the roots of her hair. The Vicomte frowned. "Waiting for me, my mother? But why for me?" "Answer my question where have you been?" "I was with Monsieur de Lesperon," she answered simply. "Alone?" the Vicomtesse almost shrieked. "But yes." The poor child's tones were laden with wonder at this catechism. "God's death!" she snapped. "It seems that my daughter is no better than "
I cried, giving him back defiance for defiance. A breathless silence fell. "Then have it so. Listen, gentlemen, that you may be witnesses. I do here pledge my castle of Bardelys, and my estates in Picardy, with every stick and stone and blade of grass that stands upon them, that I shall woo and win Roxalanne de Lavedan to be the Marquise of Bardelys. Does the stake satisfy you, Monsieur le Comte?
Again I was on the point of entering to administer a very stern reproof to that talkative rogue, when of a sudden there was a commotion within. I caught a scraping of chairs, a dropping of voices, and then suddenly I found myself confronted by Roxalanne de Lavedan herself, issuing with a page and a woman in attendance.
Then, dropping her glance, and advancing a step, in a faltering, hesitating manner "Monsieur, monsieur," she murmured in a suffocating voice. In a bound I was beside her, and I had gathered her in my arms, her little brown head against my shoulder. "Roxalanne!" I whispered as soothingly as I might "Roxalanne!" But she struggled to be free of my embrace.
There came now a flutter of the eyelids, a curious smile about the lips. Then her head drooped again and was laid against my breast; a sigh escaped her, and she began to weep softly. "Nay, Roxalanne, do not fret. Come, child, it is not your way to be weak." "I have betrayed you!" she moaned. "I am sending you to your death!" "I understand, I understand," I answered, smoothing her brown hair.
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