The Honour of Savelli: A Romance

The Honour of Savelli: A Romance
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Levett Yeats Sidney. The Honour of Savelli: A Romance

PREFACE

PRELUDE

CHAPTER I. A BOLT FROM THE BLUE

CHAPTER II. RUIN

CHAPTER III. MADAME D'ENTRANGUES

CHAPTER IV. A FOOL'S CAP AND A SORE HEART

CHAPTER V. D'ENTRANGUES SCORES A POINT

CHAPTER VI. BERNABO CECI

CHAPTER VII. THE GARDEN OF ST. MICHAEL

CHAPTER VIII. TEMPTATION

CHAPTER IX. THE MARZOCCO INN

CHAPTER X. NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI

CHAPTER XI. THE LETTER TO D'AMBOISE

CHAPTER XII. THE AMBUSCADE

CHAPTER XIII. ROME

CHAPTER XIV. GEORGE OF AMBOISE

CHAPTER XV. THE GIFT OF BAYARD

CHAPTER XVI. FRIEND OR FOE

CHAPTER XVII. THE VATICAN

CHAPTER XVIII. THE OPAL RING

CHAPTER XIX. EXIT THE ANCIENT BRICO

CHAPTER XX "A BROWN PAUL-A LITTLE COPPER."

CHAPTER XXI. THE RESCUE OF ANGIOLA

CHAPTER XXII. THE RIDE TO ST. JEROME

CHAPTER XXIII. THE PAVILION OF TREMOUILLE

CHAPTER XXIV. TOO DEARLY BOUGHT

CHAPTER XXV. THE VENGEANCE OF CORTE

CHAPTER XXVI. CONCERNING MANY THINGS

CHAPTER XXVII. MY LORD, THE COUNT

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"I do not drink with a thief!"

D'Entrangues spoke in clear, distinct tones, that rose above the hum of voices, and every one caught the words. In an instant the room was still. The laughter on all faces died away, leaving them grave; and twenty pairs of curious eyes, and twenty curious faces were turned towards us. It was so sudden, so unexpected, this jarring discord in our harmony, that it fell as if a bolt from a mangonel, or a shot from one of Messer Novarro's new guns, had dropped in amongst us. Even that, I take it, would have caused less surprise, although for the present there was a truce in the land. Prospero Colonna turned half round in his seat and looked at me. Our host and commander, old Ives d'Alegres, who was pouring himself out a glass of white vernaccia, held the decanter in mid-air, an expression of blank amazement in his blue eyes. Even the Englishman, Hawkwood, who sat next to me, was startled out of his habitual calm. Every eye was on us, on me where I sat dazed, and on D'Entrangues, who was leaning back slightly, a forced smile on his face, the fingers of one hand playing with the empty glass before him, whilst with the other he slowly twisted his long red moustache. I was completely taken aback. Only that afternoon I parted from D'Entrangues, apparently on the best of terms. We had played together, and he had won my crowns. It is true he was not paid in full at the time; but he knew the word of a Savelli. On leaving, Madame D'Entrangues asked me to join her hawking party for the morrow, and he urged the invitation. I accepted, and backed my new peregrine against D'Entrangues' old hawk Bibbo for ten crowns, the best of three flights, and the wager was taken. Never indeed had I known him so cordial. I did not like the man, but for his wife's sake was friendly to him. Of a truth, there were few of the youngsters in Tremouille's camp who were not in love with her, and some of us older fellows too, though we hid our feelings better. I was grateful to Madame. She had been kind to me after the affair of San Miniato, when a Florentine pike somehow found its way through my breastplate. Indeed, I may say I owed my recovery to her nursing. In return, I had been of some service to her in the retreat up the valley of the Taro, after Fornovo-she called it saving her life. In this manner a friendship sprang up between us, which was increased by the opportunities we had of meeting whilst the army lay inactive before Arezzo. Long years of camp life made me fully appreciate the society of a woman, remarkable alike for her beauty and her talent; and she, on the other hand, felt for me, I was sure, only that friendship which it is possible for a good woman to hold for a man who is not her husband.

.....

"Signor Tarbes, we want a little information which I am persuaded you possess. If you give it freely, we will be merciful; if you prevaricate, if you attempt to conceal anything, we will do to you what we did to the death hunters after San Miniato-you remember?"

"Speak freely, Tarbes. There is no fear," I added.

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