The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-01-08

with me. l have them in secret place
i'll to be gotten at hastily"
Giles de Sille turned away with some
movement of Impotence, yet without
saying another word upon the subject.
ITO the stables" he said, turning to
the concierge. 4 suppose we can have
horses TO ride after my lord?
so far as L am concerned, growled
Labord, you can have all the horses
you want-and break your necks off,
each one of them, if you will. 1t will
save some hemp and hangman's hirei
Such devils dogs as you two be bear
your dooTps ready written on your
faces"
And this saying nettled our Laurence,
who prided himself no little on an allure
blonde and fine.
But Giles de Sille cared no whit for
the servitor's sneers, so long as they
got horses between their knees and es-
capped out of Paris that night. In an
hour they We're ready TO start, and Lau-
renee had expended one of his gold an
gels on the prOyend for the journey,
which his companion and he stored in
their saddlebags.
And in this manner. like an idle lad
who for mischief puts body and soul IN
peril, went forth Laurence MacKim TO
take up service with the redCubtable
Messire Giles de Laval, Sieur de RetZ
high chamberlain of Charles vi, mar
shat OF France ana companion in arms
Of the martyTeG Maid of Orleans.
Now, before he went forth from the
stIeet Of the Ursglnes, he laid q. sealed
letter on the bed of his brother. which
ran thus: "Ha Sir Sholto MacKim,
while you stand about in the rain and
shiver under your cloak, ] am off to
find out the mystery. When I have
a
wise Sir Sholto I will return but not
before. Fare your knightship WE'LL
Laurence and Giles de Sille rode out
of Paris by the Versailles road, and
the latter insisted on silence till they
were past the forest of st. Cyr. which
was at that time exceedingly danger
Gus for horsemen not travelling in large
companies. Once they were fairly on
the road to Charities. however and
clear of the valley of the Seine and its
tangled boscage of trees, GILES insist
ed on there and then breaking a bottle
Of wine to the success of their jour
ney, and to the new service and duty
upon which Laurence was to enter at
the end of 1t.
Having proposed this toast, he hand
ed the first hamper to Laurence, who,
barely tasting the excellent Poitevin
vintage. handed the leathern bottle to
De Sille. That sallow youth innedite
", without Offering his companion a
second chance, proceeded to quaff the
entire contents of the pigskin.
Then, as the stiff brew penetrated
downward, it was not long before the
favorite of the marshal began to wax
full of vanity and swelling words.
Il tell you what it is he said. there
would be trembling in the heart of
worry great man whom. the praUe0S ro-
turned without me. For l am no Snav-
cling ignoramus, but a gentleman of
birth: aye. and one who, though poor,
is a near cousin of the marshal him
self. l warrant the raScals who ran
away would smart right soundly for
leaving me behind. For Giles de
Sille is no simpleton. He knows more
than is written down in the catechism
of holy church. None can touch my
favor with my lord. no matter what
they testify against me. For me, have
only to ask and have. That is why 1
take such pride in bringing you to my
lord of Retz. I know that he will give
you a, post about his person, and if you
are not a simple fool you may go very
far For my master is a. friend of the
king, and, what is better, of Louis the
dauphin. He got the king back a whole
province-a duked0m, so they say
had it eff his grandfather. And, in re-
turn. the king viii protect my master
against all his enemies. Do 1 not
speak the truth?"
Laurence hoped that he did, but liked
not the yelled hints and insinuations of
some surprising secret in the life of the
marshal, possessed by his dear cousin
and beloved servant, Giles de Sille.
With an ever-loosering tongue, the
favOrite went on:
"A great soldier is our master-none
greater, not even DunoiS himsef. Why.
he rode into Orleans at the right hand
of the maid. None in all the army was
50 great with her as he. l tell you
Charles himself liked it not, and that
was the beginning of all the pother of
talk about my lOrd-ignorant gable of
the countryside, I call it. Lord, if they
only knew what I know. then indeed.
But enough Marshal Giles is mighty
scholar as well, and hath Henriet, the
clerk-a weak, bleating ass that will
some day blab if my master permit him
not TO slice his gizzard-he hath him up
to read him Latin by the mile, all out
of the books called Seutonius and Tao
titus such high favored tales and full
of-well, of things such as my master
loveS''-
So ran GILES de Sille on as the miles
fed behind their horses heels and the
towers of. Charities rose gray and SOL
emn through the morning mists before
the Travellers