The Accursed Kings Series Books 1-3: The Iron King, The Strangled Queen, The Poisoned Crown. Maurice Druon

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СКАЧАТЬ feigned severity, ‘he distinguished himself in a pretty exploit at the expense of the King of France. What do you think of him?’ Robert of Artois looked Guccio up and down.

      ‘A good-looking boy,’ he said, laughing; ‘well set-up, a well-turned leg, slim waist, eyes of a troubadour and a certain cunning in the glance – a fine boy. Is it he you propose sending, Messer Tolomei?’

      ‘He is another self,’ said the banker, ‘only less fat and younger. Do you know, I was like him once, but I alone remember it.’

      ‘If King Edward sees him, we run the risk of his never coming back.’

      And thereupon the giant went off into a great gale of laughter in which the uncle and nephew joined.

      ‘Guccio,’ said Tolomei when he had stopped laughing, ‘you’re going to get to know England. You will leave tomorrow at dawn and go to our cousin Albizzi in London. Once there, and with his help, you’ll go to Westminster and deliver to the Queen, and to her alone, a message written by Monseigneur. I will tell you later on and in more detail what you have to do.’

      ‘I should prefer to dictate,’ said Artois. ‘I manage a boarspear better than your damned goose-quills.’

      Tolomei thought, ‘And careful into the bargain, my fine gentleman, you don’t want to leave any evidence about.’

      ‘As you will, Monseigneur.’

      He took down the following letter himself.

       The things we guessed are true and more shameful even than we could have believed possible. I know who the people concerned are and have so surely uncovered them that they cannot escape if we make haste. But you alone have sufficient power to accomplish what we desire, and by your coming to put a term to this villainy which so blackens the honour of your nearest relatives. I have no other wish than to be utterly your servant, body and soul.

      ‘And the signature, Monseigneur?’ asked Guccio.

      ‘Here it is,’ replied Artois, handing the young man an iron ring. ‘You will give this to Madame Isabella. She will know. But are you certain of being able to see her immediately upon your arrival?’ he asked as if in doubt.

      ‘Really! Monseigneur,’ said Tolomei, ‘we are not entirely unknown to the sovereigns of England. When King Edward came over last year with Madame Isabella to attend the great ceremonies at which you were knighted with the King’s sons, well, he borrowed from our group of Lombard merchants twenty thousand pounds, which we formed a syndicate to lend him and which he has not yet paid back.’

      ‘He, too?’ cried Artois. ‘And by the way, what about that first matter I came to ask you about?’

      ‘Oh, I can never resist you, Monseigneur,’ said Tolomei, sighing.

      And he went and fetched a bag of five hundred pounds and gave it to him, saying, ‘We’ll put it down to your account, together with your messenger’s travelling expenses.’

      ‘Oh, my dear banker,’ cried Artois, his face lighting up in a huge smile, ‘you really are a friend. When I’ve regained my paternal county, you shall be my treasurer.’

      ‘I shall count upon it, Monseigneur,’ said the other, bowing.

      ‘Well, if I don’t, I shall take you to hell with me instead. Otherwise I should miss you too much.’

      And the giant went out, too big for the doorway, tossing the bag of gold in the air like a tennis ball.

      ‘Do you mean to say you’ve given him money again, Uncle?’ said Guccio, shaking his head in reprobation. ‘Because you did say …’

      ‘Guccio mio, Guccio mio,’ the banker replied softly (and now both his eyes were wide open), ‘always remember this: the secrets of the great world are the interest on the money we lend them. On this one morning, Monseigneur Jean de Marigny and Monseigneur of Artois have given me mortgages upon them which are worth more than gold and which we shall know how to negotiate when the time comes. As for gold, we shall set about getting a little back.’

      He thought for a moment and then went on, ‘On your way back from England you will make a detour. You will go by Neauphle-le-Vieux.’

      ‘Very well, Uncle,’ replied Guccio unenthusiastically.

      ‘Our agent in those parts has not succeeded in getting repayment of a sum due to us by the squires of Cressay. The father has recently died. The heirs refuse to pay. It appears they have nothing left.’

      ‘What’s to be done about it, if they’ve got nothing?’

      ‘Bah! They’ve got walls, a property, relatives perhaps. They’ve only got to borrow the money from somewhere else to pay us back. If not, you’ll go and see the Provost, have their possessions seized and sold. It’s hard and sad, I know. But a banker has got to accustom himself to being hard. There must be no pity for the smaller clients or we should not have the wherewithal to serve the greater. It’s not only our money that is involved. What are you thinking about, figlio mio?’

      ‘About England, Uncle,’ replied Guccio.

      The return by Neauphle seemed to him a bore, but he accepted it with a good grace; all his curiosity, all his adolescent dreams were already centred upon London. He was about to cross the sea for the first time. A Lombard merchant’s life was decidedly a pleasant one and full of delightful surprises. To depart, to travel the long roads, to carry secret messages to princesses. …

      The old man gazed at his nephew with profound tenderness. Guccio was that tired and guileful heart’s only affection.

      ‘You’re going to make a fine journey and I envy you,’ he said. ‘Few young men of your age have the opportunity of seeing so many countries. Learn, get about, ferret things out, see everything, make people talk but talk little yourself. Take care who offers you drink; don’t give the girls more money than they’re worth, and be careful to take your hat off to religious processions. And should you meet a king in your path, manage things this time so that it doesn’t cost me a horse or an elephant.’

      ‘Is Madame Isabella as beautiful as they say she is, Uncle?’ asked Guccio smiling.

       2

       The Road to London

      SOME PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS dreaming of travel and adventure in order to give themselves airs and an aura of heroism in other people’s eyes. Then, when they find themselves in the middle of an adventure and in peril, they begin to think, ‘What a fool I was. Why on earth did I put myself in this position?’ These were precisely the circumstances in which young Guccio Baglioni found himself. There was nothing he had desired more than to see the sea. But now that he was upon it, he would have given anything in the world to be somewhere else.

      It was the period of the equinoctial gales, and very few ships had raised their anchors that day. Having played a somewhat hectoring role on the quay at Calais, СКАЧАТЬ