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Updated: May 15, 2025
"I shall ever pray God's blessing on the lord of Rozel," she said, in a low voice. "'Twould fit me no better than St. Ouen's sword fits his fingers. I'll take thine own benison, lady but on my cheek, not on my hand as this day before at four of the clock." His big voice lowered. "Come, come, the hand thou kissed, it hath been the hand of a friend to thee, as Raoul Lempriere of Rozel said he'd be.
So it was that Buonespoir and Abednego, two fugitives from justice, walked quietly to the sea down the perquage, halberdiers, balked of their prey, prowling on their steps and cursing the Seigneur of Rozel for his gift of sanctuary: for the Seigneur of St.
"When the Seigneur of Rozel fell from his horse, overslung with sack, the night of the royal Duke's visit, and the footpads were on him, I carried him on my back to the lodge of Rozel Manor. The footpads had scores to settle with the great Rozel." For a moment the Seigneur stared, then roared again, but this time with laughter.
Even as the young officer who brought the letter handed it to De la Foret in the little house on the hill-side above Rozel Bay, he was taken suddenly ill, and fell at the Camisard's feet. De la Foret straightway raised him in his arms. He called to his wife, but, bidding her not come near, he bore the doomed man away to the lonely Ecrehos Rocks lying within sight of their own doorway.
First she ostentatiously gave housing and care to Lempriere, and went to visit him; then, having refused Leicester audience, wrote to him. "What is this I hear," she scrawled upon the paper, "that you have forced a quarrel with the Lord of Rozel, and have well-ny ta'en his life! Is swording then your dearest vice that you must urge it on a harmless gentle man, and my visitor?
"Marc Rozel, the father of Sara Vittoria, a venerable, white-haired veteran who had seen his four-score years and ten, sat at the open door of the cottage, leaning upon his staff, his eyes fixed thoughtfully upon the towering heights of Mount Vandelin.
"Her high Majesty will kiss her on the brow, and in Jersey Isle she shall blossom and bloom and know bounty or never more shall I have privilege and perquage." He lumbered forward and kissed Angele's hand as though conferring distinction, but with great generosity. "I said that all should go well, and so it shall. Rozel shall prevail.
She had remained standing; now, as he made a step towards her, she sank down upon the seat, and waved him back courteously. "A moment, Monsieur of Rozel," she ventured. "Did my father send you to me?" He inclined his head and smiled again. "Did you say to him what you have said to me?" she asked, not quite without a touch of malice.
With a fair wind they might, with all canvas set mainsail, foresail, jib, and fore-topsail make Rozel Bay within two hours and a quarter. All seemed well for a brief half-hour.
By the rood, but I have never, since I sat on my father's throne, seen black so white as I have done this past three months. You shall have your Buonespoir, good Rozel; but if he plays pirate any more tell him this from his Queen upon an English ship, I will have his head, if I must needs send Drake of Devon to overhaul him."
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