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THE HOMAGE.
  
  

THE HOMAGE.

While her heart yet throbbed with indefinable
emotion, Adrian led his gentle bride to the ducal
chair, and side by side, they awaited the homage
of the noble throng of lords and ladies, knights and
damozels.

Many a noble lord, and many a haughty dame,
advancing to the throne, bowed low at the feet of
the Duke Adrian, and kissed the fair hand of the
Duchess Annabel.

At last a man of lofty stature, and commanding
port, with locks of grey hair falling back from a
stern, determined face, paled by disease, and wan
with thought, and ascending the steps of the throne,
sank on one knee before the duke.

“Rise, brave knight,” exclaimed Adrian; “rise
brave Sir Geoffry O' Th' Longsword; rise lord
keeper of our castle Di Albarone. Thy youth has
been wasted fighting for the cause of the late venerated
lord; thy age shall be rendered calm and
peaceful within the walls of the castle, with whose
brave soldiers thou hast so often gone forth to the
ranks of battle.”

And placing the baton of command within the
hand of the brave knight, he raised him from his
kneeling position. Sir Geoffrey o' th' Longsword
replied not to the Duke with words of flattery.—
One glance of the eye, and one grasp of the hand,
was all the answer that greeted the Duke Adrian.


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Then came Robin the Rough, ascending the
throne with a half-solemn air, as though he were
afraid of soiling the steps of gold. With a true
soldier's salute he drooped on one knee, awaiting
the command of the Duke to rise.

“Arise, bold Robin,” said Adrian, unsheathing
the sword that hung at his side—“Arise—no longer
Robin the stout yeoman, but Sir Roberto Di
Capello, Lord of the Lands of Capello!”

No sooner did bold Robin feel the sword of the
Duke slightly pressed upon his shoulder conferring
knighthood, than he sprang upon his feet, and
looked around with surprise and wonder expressed
in his distended eyes and parted lips.

“Hast any boon to ask, Sir Roberto?” exclaimed
the Duke.

“Why, an' it please thee, my Lord Duke,” answered
Robin, recovering from his surprise—
“Why an' it please thee, I have a boon to ask.
I had much rather follow thee to battle in my old
attire, in my coat of buff and my armour of steel.
I like not this dainty trim.”

With a smile the Duke granted his characteristic
request, and as the bold soldier retired, Adrian
waved his hand to one who stood in the throng
around the throne. From the ancient chronicle
we gather these words concerning.