The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-11-26

near AGAIN the harSn ciang from t1t
belfry of ST. German rAuxerrois thai
summoned Paris TO the massacre
As l rose from my knees before the
queen-she had but given me a LOOK
from her dark. unfathomable eyes
Catherine turned to the duchess, say
ing. with a slight sheer:
L see nothing to admire in her; but
all your French heads have been turned
by that little Scotch queenlet."
French heads. your majesty, can but
see with French eyes" answered Di-
ana. and the queen bit her lip But now
the folding doors to our right were
flung open by the ushers in violet and
gold. and the king appeared. and
around and behind him a brilliant
group. amongst whom were De Vielle-
vile and st. Andre. whilst towering
above the others was the grim figure
of the cardinal of Lorraine. For a
moment they stood watching the
dance, and then came slowly forward
AS Henri approached his seat the dane
ers stopped and bowed to him, and,
walking up to Mary of Scotland, the
king kissed her on the cheek, saying,
kindly:
My daughter, the roses you carry
here bear the palm from those you
have gathered in that nosegay. Par
dieu,'' he continued, with laugh,
whilst Mary's face grew scarlet with
pleasure; lis there no knight here who
can turn a rondel to these roses? What
say you, my cousin of the kingdom of
Folly?"
There was a general laugh; but
was tongue-tied and could say nothing;
but the constable, with the rough gal
lantry of a bear. was ready with a
speech.
Il cannot use the PEN he cried;
but. old as l am. l will try in the next
war to write a verse with my sword
on Spanish helmets"
A buzz arose at the words. There
may perhaps have been a yelled threat
concealed in. them, l know not; but
| buzz and murmur were stilled by a
voice nasal, discordant and harsh,
which rang through the room
Il protest, your majesty! l protest in
| the name of my master. the king of
/ Spain, France and Spain are at peace"
! 1t was Chantonnay, the Spanish am
! bassador and tall, somber rohed and
thin, with the star of St. James at. his
neck, he stepped forward from the
group behind the king, and stood fac
| ing Montmorenci, a sinister smile play
ing on his lips.
1t was al. awkward moment. From
under his bushy white eyebrows the
constable glared back at his adversary,
and the king looked from one to an
other of them, annoyance and vexation
stamped upon his features.
Il protest" the ambassador repeated
again, with his strange, nasal intona-
ton, his white fingers playing with the
star at his neck.
Montmorenci's hand began to finger
the glove he held; the stout old sol
der knew but one answer to make at
such a moment: when the Medicis
spoke in her calm, passionless voice:
My lords, 1t seems but a light
matter for all these frowns to lower
ali about a rose, Put aside these dark
looks, 1 pray you, and let us hear the
song the king has commanded-will no
one touch lutte?
The constable's glove slipped back
over his hand, and 'Chantonnay bowed
low to the queen. Still there was no
answer to her request, and there was
strained silence.
Suddenly a voice-it was that of the
Phoenix-called out:
lie Brusqueti'
The cry was caught up at once, with
q clapping of hands, and lie Brus-
ouet! LIE Brusquetw echoed through
the hall. 1 met my queens eyes. She
was smiling with the rest; and then
the kings voice came to me:
You are named my cousin.
1t had to be; but as 1 slipped the
broad yellow ribbon from my should
ers. and took the lutte in my hands.
felt my heart beat, my fingers tremble,
and my voice fail me. Twice l struck
the chords; but the song would not
come. and then I met her eyes again
and was strong. and the testers voice
rang out full and clear; but 1t was the
knights heart that spoke.
Come, Choose me flower from out thy
bower
White blows the lily; but red the rose.
Belle Mabel she plucker him a red. red
rose
10. Here is a fower-the queen of my
Pale white is the lily; but red the rose:
dub thee my knight In the hour OF
Ride ever for right, and the red, red
rose"
..For. God and my Lady. my Queen of
No shield will I bear but this red. red
In charge or in rally. in siege or in sally
The Paynim shall shrink at the red. red
rose.
10, The night is unfolden, the moon
light is golden,
Pure heart and strong arm, let them go
with the rose
Loi The night is untoiden, tue inooiiiAs"'
Go! King of my Heart and my Knight
of the Rose.'
brought my song to close with a
flourish on the lute-Strings. For III
lie there was hush, and then low
murmur arose that swelled to a tumult
of applause. Kind faces pressed around
me. there were kind voices in my ears;
hut / heard them not-the place had
gone from me-and for a space L was
IN q drea inland of nv own.
II was the king himself who put a.
gold chain round my neck. and as I
rose from before him, Chantonnay he'd
out to me a heavy purse, saying:
1.-THE king, my MASTER, knows also
to reward a minstrel.
There was that in the tone that
Jared llpon mes 1 drew myself up and
answered:
'.Monseigneur, The servants of the
king of France take guerdon but from
France"
Chantonnay shrugged his shoulders as
he put back his purse, and, looking
around him, said slowly to the king:
Your majesty has faithful servant
and a great poet to celebrate the we'd
ding
Il fail to understand, monseigneur."
81 crave your majesty's pardon. 1
understood that the Prince of Condo
had returned, and that your majesty's
consent was given
There were eager faces enough around
lis as the nasal tones of the ambassa-
dor drawled themselves out. / glanced
around and saw that Mary was gone
spoke slowly and deliber-