Yolanda: Maid of Burgundy by Charles Major
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"And have Bourbon and Lorraine upon Your Lordship's back from the east,
Ghent rebelling in the north, and the Swiss pouring in from the south," interrupted Hymbercourt. "You are certainly right, my Lord d'Hymbercourt," replied Charles, sullenly. "They surround us like a pack of starved wolves, ready to spring upon us the moment we are crippled. Burgundy stands alone against all Europe." "A vast treasure, my lord, attracts thieves," said Hymbercourt. "Burgundy is the richest land on earth." "It is, indeed it is," replied the duke, angrily, "and I have no son to keep it after me. But France shall not have it; that I swear upon my knighthood. Write to France, my Lord Bishop of Cambrai, and tell King Louis that my daughter shall not marry his son. Waste no words, my Lord Bishop, in what you call courtesy. We need no double meaning in our missives." Those who heard the duke's words knew that he was committing a costly error, but no one dared to suggest as much. One might, with equal success, have flung soft words at a mad bull. Truly that "t"--but I will speak of it no more, though I have a thrill of joy and mirth even now when I think of it. After many explosions, the duke's pent-up wrath found vent, and began to subside. Espying Max and me he called us to the throne. "Have you concluded to join us in our little holiday excursion against these mountain swine?" asked His Grace, addressing us. |
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