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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

 

"You would fit it well, better than I do in truth. But what else did he 

say?" 

 

"Your Majesty, he said that not every one loves the king, his uncle; 

that he had many friends who remembered that his father was poisoned by 

the father of the king, who was Morella's grandfather; also, that his 

mother was a princess of the Moors, and that he might throw in his lot 

with theirs, or that there were other ways in which he could gain 

his end." 

 

"So, so," said the queen. "Well, though he is such a good son of the 

Church, and my lord is so fond of him, I never loved Morella, and I 

thank you for your warning. But I must not speak to you of such high 

matters, though it seems that some have thought otherwise. Fair 

Margaret, have you aught to ask of me?" 

 

"Yes, your Majesty--that you will deal gently with my true love when he 

comes before you for trial, remembering that he is hot of head and 

strong of arm, and that such knights as he--for knightly is his blood-- 

cannot brook to see their ladies mishandled by rough men, and the 

wrappings that shield them torn from off their bosoms. Also, I pray that 

I may be protected from Morella, that he may not be allowed to touch or 

even to speak to me, who, for all his rank and splendour, hate him as 

though he were some poisoned snake." 

 

"I have said that I must not prejudge your case, you beautiful English 

Margaret," the queen answered with a smile, "yet I think that neither of 

those things you ask will cause justice to slip the bandage that is 

about her eyes. Go, and be at peace. If you have spoken truth to me, as 

I am sure you have, and Isabella of Spain can prevent it, the Senor 

Brome's punishment shall not be heavy, nor shall the shadow of the 

Marquis of Morella, the base-born son of a prince and of some royal 

infidel"--these words she spoke with much bitterness--"so much as fall 

upon you, though I warn you that my lord the king loves the man, as is 

but natural, and will not condemn him lightly. Tell me one thing. This 

lover of yours is brave, is he not?" 

 

"Very brave," answered Margaret, smiling. 

 

"And he can ride a horse and hold a lance, can he not, at any rate in 

your quarrel?" 

 

"Aye, your Majesty, and wield a sword too, as well as most knights, 

though he has been but lately sick. Some learned that on 

Bosworth Field." 

 

"Good. Now farewell," and she gave Margaret her hand to kiss. Then, 

calling two of her officers, she bade them conduct her back to the 


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