Chivalry by James Branch Cabell
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armor. From the open helmet his wrinkled face, showing like a wizened
nut in a shell, smiled upon her questionings. "I go to fight Gui Camoys, madame and Queen." Dame Alianora wrung her hands. "You go to your death." He answered: "That is true. Therefore I am come to bid you farewell." The Queen stared at him for a while; on a sudden she broke into a curious fit of deep but tearless sobbing, which bordered upon laughter, too. "Mon bel esper," said Osmund Heleigh, gently, "what is there in all this worthy of your sorrow? The man will kill me; granted, for he is my junior by some fifteen years, and is in addition a skilled swordsman. I fail to see that this is lamentable. Back to Longaville I cannot go after recent happenings; there a rope's end awaits me. Here I must in any event shortly take to the sword, since a beleaguered army has very little need of ink-pots; and shortly I must be slain in some skirmish, dug under the ribs perhaps by a greasy fellow I have never seen. I prefer a clean death at a gentleman's hands." "It is I who bring about your death!" she said. "You gave me gallant service, and I have requited you with death, and it is a great pity." "Indeed the debt is on the other side. The trivial services I rendered you were such as any gentleman must render a woman in distress. Naught else have I afforded you, madame, save very anciently a Sestina. Ho, a Sestina! And in return you have given me a Sestina of fairer make,--a |
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