Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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was upon him. He had no moment for hesitation. To falter
now, he was well assured, was to forfeit love, life, and every-
thing that was proud and precious in his sight. In the moment
of exigency the troubadour found his answer. It was evasive,
but adroitly conceived and expressed.
" Nay, my lord, will it please you to consider ? I appeal to
your own heart and honor�can any one, without perfidy, de-
clare such a secret ? �reveal a thing that involves the rights
and the reputation of another, and that other a lady of good
fame and quality ? Well must you remember what is said on
this subject by the very master of our art no less a person
than the excellent Bernard de Ventadour. He should know
what says he ?"
The baron remained silent, while Guillaume repeated the fol-
lowing verses of the popular troubadour, whose authority he
appealed to
:

" The spy your secret still would claim, And asks to know your lady's name But tell it not for very shame!
" The loyal lover sees the snare, And neither to the waves nor air Betrays the secret of his fair.
The duty that to love we owe,
Is, while to her we all may show, On others nothing to bestow."
Though seemingly well adapted to his object, the quotation
of our troubadour was unfortunate. There were yet other verses
to this instructive ditty, and the Baron of Roussillon, who had
listened very patiently as his companion recited the preceding,
soon proved himself to have a memory for good songs, though
he never pretended to make them himself. Wlien Guillaume
had fairly finished, he took up the strain after a brief intro-
duction.
" That is all very right and very proper, Guillaume, and I
gainsay not a syllable that Master Bernard bath written ; nay,
methinks my proper answer to thee lieth in another of his verses,
which thou shouldst not have forgotten while reminding me of
its companions. I shall refresh thy memory with the next that