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And if it be not, it is the Grand Duke's affair only, and mine, since you will not come to his terms. I would, I confess," he continued, in a more kindly tone, "that it were your affair also, Messer Blondel. I would I could have made you see things as they are and as I see them.
He is discovered by Blondel. Berengaria's distress at the loss of her husband. The people of England sympathize with Richard. King Richard arraigned before the German Diet. The six charges against the king. Richard's ransom to be divided between the emperor and the archduke. Richard finally reaches England. Flight of John. The expedition to Normandy. Ill treatment of Berengaria.
Why bear himself as if he and he alone had shed and was prepared to shed his blood for the State? Why, indeed? Blondel snarled his indignation, but made no other answer. A few minutes later, as he descended the stairs, he laughed at the momentary annoyance which he had felt. What did it matter to him, a dying man, who had the better or who the worse, who posed, or who believed in the pose?
But Blondel had recovered himself. "Come, come!" he said sternly. "What is this, young man? Are you drunk?" "Why was the door locked?" "That you might not interrupt me," Blondel replied severely, "while I asked some questions. I have it in my mind to ask you some also. You took him to my house?" he continued, addressing Louis. Louis whined that he had. "You were late then?"
As the Syndic grew mild he grew sullen. The change was in the other, not in himself. Subtly he knew that the Syndic was no longer in the mood to strike. Blondel ruminated. It might be better, it might even be safer, if he saw the girl himself. The story of treason and a bottle which had imposed on his colleagues might not move her much.
But when day after day passed by and still, though more than a week had elapsed, Blondel did not appear, nor make any overture, when, watch he never so carefully in the dusk of the evening or at the quiet hours of the day, he caught no glimpse of the Syndic's lurking figure, he began to doubt. He began to fear.
For you, I have done you wrong; I have robbed you, and you may punish me. I must bear it. But as to him," pointing to Messer Blondel, "I am innocent! Innocent," she repeated firmly. "For he would have done it himself and for himself; it was he who would have me do it. And if I have done it, I have done it for another.
Blondel leant forward in growing fury. "Why do you fence with me? What is it, man?" Basterga did not answer for a moment. At length, shrugging his shoulders, and speaking between jest and earnest, "The town of Geneva," he said. "No more, no less." The Syndic started violently, then was still.
Blondel rose to his feet, his hands still clutching the chair. "What!" he cried. "You you have not tried the " "The remedium?" The scholar shook his head. "No, on the contrary, I am relieved from my fears. The alarm was baseless. I have it not, I thank Heaven. I have not the disease. Nor, if there be any certainty in medicine, shall have it."
No man in those days doubted the existence of the devilish arts at which Blondel hinted arts by the use of which one being could make himself master of the will and person of another.
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