Beatrix of Clare

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Beatrix of Clare, by John Reed Scott

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Title: Beatrix of Clare
Author: John Reed Scott
Illustrator: Clarence F. Underwood
Release Date: November 18, 2005 [EBook #17100]
Language: English
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[Illustration: Cover art.]

[Frontispiece: The Countess raised her hand and pointed at him.]

BEATRIX OF CLARE
BY
JOHN REED SCOTT

AUTHOR OF "THE COLONEL OF THE RED HUZZARS"

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
CLARENCE F. UNDERWOOD

GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS ------- NEW YORK

Copyright, 1907, by John Reed Scott
Published May, 1907

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
RUDDY TRESSES AND GREAT EYES II. RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER III. THE VOICE ON THE RAMPARTS IV. TRAILING CHAINS V. THE CAPTURED FAVOR VI. A WAYSIDE SKIRMISH VII. A FAVOR LOST VIII. THE INN OF NORTHAMPTON IX. THE ARREST X. THE LADY MARY CHANGES BARGES XI. ON CHAPEL CREEK XII. THE KING'S WORD XIII. AT ROYAL WINDSOR XIV. THE QUEEN OF ARCHERY XV. THE FROWN OF FATE XVI. THE FLAT-NOSE REAPPEARS XVII. IN PURSUIT XVIII. THE HOUSE IN SHEFFIELD XIX. BACK TO THE KING XX. IN ABEYANCE XXI. BUCKINGHAM'S REVENGE XXII. THE KNIGHT AND THE ABBOT XXIII. THREE CHEVRONS GULES XXIV. "WHEN YOU HAVE TOPPED THESE STAIRS" XXV. A PAGE FROM THE PAST XXVI. THE JUDGMENT OF THE KING

ILLUSTRATIONS
Cover Art
The Countess raised her hand and pointed at him . . . Frontispiece
The Duke fastened his eyes upon the young knight's face.
He struck him a swinging right arm blow that sent him plunging among the rushes on the floor.

BEATRIX OF CLARE
I
RUDDY TRESSES AND GREY EYES
Two archers stepped out into the path,--shafts notched and bows up.
"A word with your worship," said one.
The Knight whirled around.
"A word with your worship," greeted him from the rear.
He glanced quickly to each side.
"A word with your worship," met him there.
He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the limb of a fallen tree. Resistance was quite useless, with no weapon save a dagger, and no armor but silk and velvet.
"The unanimity of your desires does me much honor," he said; "pray proceed."
The leader lowered his bow.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you, Sir Aymer de Lacy," said he, "and particularly to be received so graciously."
"You know me?"
"We saw you arrive yesterday--but there were so many with you we hesitated to ask a quiet word aside."
The Knight smiled. "It is unfortunate--I assure you my talk would have been much more interesting then."
"In that case it is we who are the losers."
De Lacy looked him over carefully.
"Pardieu, man," said he, "your language shames your business."
The outlaw bowed with sweeping grace.
"My thanks, my lord, my deepest thanks." He unstrung his bow and leaned upon the stave; a fine figure in forest green and velvet bonnet, a black mask over eyes and nose, a generous mouth and strong chin below it. "Will your worship favor me with your dagger?" he said.
The Knight tossed it to him.
"Thank you . . . a handsome bit of craftsmanship . . . these stones are true ones, n'est ce pas?"
"If they are not, I was cheated in the price," De Lacy laughed.
The other examined it critically.
"Methinks you were not cheated," he said, and drew it through his belt. "And would your lordship also permit me a closer view of the fine gold chain that hangs around your neck?"
De Lacy took it off and flung it over.
"It I will warrant true," he said.
The outlaw weighed the links in his hand, then bit one testingly.
"So will I," said he, and dropped the chain in his pouch.
"And the ring with the ruby--it is a ruby, is it not?--may I also examine it? . . . I am very fond of rubies. . . Thank you; you are most obliging. . . It seems to be an especially fine stone--and worth . . . how many rose nobles would you say, my lord?"
"I am truly sorry I cannot aid you there," De Lacy answered; "being neither a merchant nor a robber, I have never reckoned its value."
The other smiled. "Of course, by 'merchant,' your worship has no reference to my good comrades nor myself."
"None whatever, I assure you."
"Thank you; I did not think you would be so discourteous. . . But touching money reminds me that doubtless there is some such about you--perhaps you will permit me to count it for you."
The Knight drew out a handful of coins. "Will you have them one by one or all together?" he asked.
"All together; on the turf beside you, if you please. . . Thank you. . . And do you know, Sir Aymer, I am vastly taken with