Philip Rollo Or The Scottish Musketeers

Author : James Grant
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ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 228 pages
Book Rating : 4.7/5 (451 download)

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Download or read book Philip Rollo written by James Grant and published by . This book was released on 2021-05-03 with total page 228 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: A week glided away at the quiet old castle of Nyekiöbing. Every day the old queen rode forth on a fat Danish horse, accompanied by Ernestine and other ladies; every day, at the same hour as yesterday, the guard presented arms at the gate--the officers saluted--the drum rolled--the pipe yelled, and for the remainder of that day all became quiet again. A few ships now--but very few, for war had desolated the cities of the coast--spread their white sails on the waters of the Sound, and listlessly we watched them from the lower ramparts, where moss and grass grew under the wheels of the unused cannon. I saw Ernestine frequently, but always briefly and in presence of her father; so that no opportunity was afforded to me for addressing her as my heart wished, and as vanity and hope told me she, perhaps, expected. As our commandant, Ian was, more than I, about the queen's little court; I envied his opportunities of enjoying the society of the two charming sisters; and I frequently saw him in the garden with Gabrielle leaning on his arm; for, though grave and somewhat thoughtful, he told me that he loved her prattle, for it reminded him of Moina. When not on duty I rarely saw the venerable widow of Frederick II., and she spoke to me seldom; but on these occasions it was invariably to make some remark on her late son-in-law, the king of Scotland, James VI., or on his gallant retinue--the chancellor, old John of Montrose, and the three hundred Scottish nobles and cavaliers, who accompanied him to Upsala, when he espoused her daughter Anne, and when so merry a winter was spent by the whole Danish court. From King Christian couriers came frequently, and it was evident that they bore evil tidings, which were industriously concealed from us. One day the Count of Carlstein met me hurriedly; I observed that he had on his belt with his sword and poniard, as well as a stout corslet, which the Baron Foeyoe had given him.