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He described his suppers, his retinue, his equipages, his houses, his chateaux, his favour with the King, his successes with the fair sex, and I know not what besides in all of which I confess that even to me there was a certain degree of novelty. Roxalanne listened with an air of amusement that showed how well she read him.
He had not calculated upon Castelroux, nor that the King should already have heard of my detention. Now that Roxalanne came to entreat him to do that which already he saw himself forced to do, he turned his attention to the profit that he might derive from her interestedness on my behalf.
Then, in thinking of my wager, I came to think of Roxalanne herself that dainty, sweet-faced child into whose chamber I had penetrated on the previous night. And would you believe it that I the satiated, cynical, unbelieving Bardelys experienced dismay at the very thought of leaving Lavedan for no other reason than because it involved seeing no more of that provincial damsel?
This earned me a stab in the back from the butt-end of the pike of one of my guards. "What ails you now?" quoth the man irritably. "Forward, Monsieur le traite!" I moved on, scarce remarking the fellow's roughness; my eyes were still upon that face the white, piteous face of Roxalanne. I smiled reassurance and encouragement, but even as I smiled the horror in her countenance seemed to increase.
Encouraged by his interest, I proceeded, and I told my story with as much piquancy as I was master of, repressing only those slight matters which might reflect upon Monsieur de Lavedan's loyalty, but otherwise dealing frankly with His Majesty, even down to the genuineness of the feelings I entertained for Roxalanne.
That odious, cursed, infamous wager, was the something which I hinted at so often as standing between you and me. The confession that so often I was on the point of making that so often you urged me to make concerned that wager. Would to God, Roxalanne, that I had told you!"
I held my breath, I think, as I stood in ravished contemplation of that white vision. If this were Lavedan, and that the cold Roxalanne who had sent my bold Chatellerault back to Paris empty-handed then were my task a very welcome one. How little it had weighed with me that I was come to Languedoc to woo a woman bearing the name of Roxalanne de Lavedan I have already shown.
In the end shame was overthrown, and I flung back my head with a snort of assurance. I was doing no wrong. On the contrary, I was doing right both by myself and by Roxalanne. What matter that I was really cheating her?
"I came to Lavedan to win you, Roxalanne, and from Lavedan I shall not stir until I have accomplished my design," I said very quietly. "You will therefore see that it rests with you how soon I may set out." She fell to weeping softly, but answered nothing. At last I turned from her and moved towards the door. "Where are you going?" she cried. "To take the air, mademoiselle.
As for me from what Bardelys had told me I expected nothing less." "Pardon, Chevalier, but how old do you happen to be?" "A curious question that," said he, knitting his brows. "Perhaps. But will you not answer it?" "I am twenty-one," said he. "What of it?" "You are twenty, mon cousin," Roxalanne corrected him. He looked at her a second with an injured air. "Why, true twenty!
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