Bardelys the Magnificent; being an account of the strange wooing pursued by the Sieur Marcel de Saint-Pol, marquis of Bardelys... by Rafael Sabatini
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Louis combed his beard pensively, and his melancholy eyes grew thoughtful. "A nice point, Marcel," said he, and he yawned. "A nice point. You should have been a lawyer." Then, with an abrupt change of manner, "Do you give me your word of honour that he is innocent?" he asked sharply. "If Your Majesty's judges offer proof of his guilt, I give you my word that I will tear that proof to pieces." "That is not an answer. Do you swear his innocence?" "Do I know what he carries in his conscience?" quoth I still fencing with the question. "How can I give my word in such a matter? Ah, Sire, it is not for nothing that they call you Louis the Just," I pursued, adopting cajolery and presenting him with his own favourite phrase. "You will never allow a man against whom there is no shred of evidence to be confined in prison." "Is there not?" he questioned. Yet his tone grew gentler. History, he had promised himself, should know him as Louis the Just, and he would do naught that might jeopardize his claim to that proud title. "There is the evidence of this Saint-Eustache!" "Would Your Majesty hang a dog upon the word of that double traitor?" "Hum! You are a great advocate, Marcel. You avoid answering questions; you turn questions aside by counter-questions." He |
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