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Martinelli
shrugged
his
shoulders
meekly
and
patiently
,
but
his
eyes
,
gleaming
like
a
basilisk
's
,
gave
his
shoulders
the
lie
.
"
My
august
master
has
some
concern
with
the
doings
of
France
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
The
lady
is
not
for
you
.
My
master
has
other
plans
...
"
He
moistened
his
thin
lips
with
his
tongue
.
"
Other
plans
for
the
lady
...
and
for
you
.
"
Of
course
,
by
the
lady
I
knew
he
referred
to
the
great
Duchess
Philippa
,
widow
of
Geoffrey
,
last
Duke
of
Aquitaine
.
But
great
duchess
,
widow
,
and
all
,
Philippa
was
a
woman
,
and
young
,
and
gay
,
and
beautiful
,
and
,
by
my
faith
,
fashioned
for
me
.
"
What
are
his
plans
?
"
I
demanded
bluntly
.
"
They
are
deep
and
wide
,
Count
Sainte-Maure
--
too
deep
and
wide
for
me
to
presume
to
imagine
,
much
less
know
or
discuss
with
you
or
any
man
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
know
big
things
are
afoot
and
slimy
worms
squirming
underground
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
told
me
you
were
stubborn-necked
,
but
I
have
obeyed
commands
.
"
Martinelli
arose
to
leave
,
and
I
arose
with
him
.
"
I
said
it
was
useless
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
But
the
last
chance
to
change
your
mind
was
accorded
you
.
My
august
master
deals
more
fairly
than
fair
.
"
"
Oh
,
well
,
I
'll
think
the
matter
over
,
"
I
said
airily
,
as
I
bowed
the
priest
to
the
door
.
