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Title: Love-at-Arms
Author: Raphael Sabatini
Posting Date: February 9, 2009 [EBook #3530]
Release Date: 2002
Language: English
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LOVE-AT-ARMS
Being a narrative excerpted from the chronicles of Urbino during the
dominion of the High and Mighty Messer Guidobaldo da Montefeltro
By Raphael Sabatini
"Le donne, i cavalier', l'arme, gli amori,
Le cortesie, l'audace imprese io canto."
ARIOSTO
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. VOX POPULI
II. ON A MOUNTAIN PATH
III. SACKCLOTH AND MOTLEY
IV. MONNA VALENTINA
V. GIAN MARIA
VI. THE AMOROUS DUKE
VII. GONZAGA THE INSIDIOUS
VIII. AMONG THE DREGS OF WINE
IX. THE "TRATTA DI CORDE"
X. THE BRAYING OF AN ASS
XI. WANDERING KNIGHTS
XII. THE FOOL'S INQUISITIVENESS
XIII. GIAN MARIA MAKES A VOW
XIV. FORTEMANI DRINKS WATER
XV. THE MERCY OF FRANCESCO
XVI. GONZAGA UNMASKS
XVII. THE ENEMY
XVIII. TREACHERY
XIX. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT
XX. THE LOVERS
XXI. THE PENITENT
XXII. A REVELATION
XXIII. IN THE ARMOURY TOWER
XXIV. THE INTERRUPTED MASS
XXV. THE CAPITULATION OF ROCCALEONE
CHAPTER I. VOX POPULI
From the valley, borne aloft on the wings of the evening breeze, rose
faintly the tolling of an Angelus bell, and in a goat-herd's hut on the
heights above stood six men with heads uncovered and bowed, obeying
its summons to evening prayer. A brass lamp, equipped with three beaks,
swung from the grimy ceiling, and, with more smoke than flame, shed
an indifferent light, and yet a more indifferent smell, throughout the
darkening hovel. But it sufficed at least to reveal in the accoutrements
and trappings of that company a richness that was the more striking by
contrast with the surrounding squalor.
As the last stroke of the Ave Maria faded on the wind that murmured
plaintively through the larches of the hillside, they piously cr
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