XIX. THROUGH THE NIGHT
XX. FLORIMOND DE CONDILLAC
XXI. THE GHOST IN THE CUPBOARD
XXII. THE OFFICES OF MOTHER CHURCH
XXIII. THE JUDGMENT OF GARNACHE
XXIV. SAINT MARTINS EVE




SAINT MARTIN'S SUMMER




CHAPTER I

THE SENESCHAL OF DAUPHINY


My Lord of Tressan, His Majesty's Seneschal of Dauphiny, sat at his
ease, his purple doublet all undone, to yield greater freedom to
his vast bulk, a yellow silken undergarment visible through the gap,
as is visible the flesh of some fruit that, swollen with
over-ripeness, has burst its skin.

His wig - imposed upon him by necessity, not fashion lay on the
table amid a confusion of dusty papers, and on his little fat nose,
round and red as a cherry at its end, rested the bridge of his
horn-rimmed spectacles. His bald head - so bald and shining that