Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE TROUBADOUR'S TABLET. 99
of the woman would not suffer her to destroy so exquisite a
tribute, and that the jealousy of her lord, provoked by the arts
of envious rivals, conducted him to the place of safe-keeping
where her treasure was concealed. At all events, it fell into
his hands, and revived all his suspicions. In fact, it gave the
lie to the artful story by which he had been lulled into confi-
dence, and was thus, in a manner, conclusive of the utter guilt
of the lovers. His pride was outraged as well as his honor. He
had been gulled by all upon whom he had relied �Ms wife, his
page, and his sister. He no longer doubted Marguerite's infidel-
ity and his own disgrace ; and, breathing nothing but vengeance,
he yet succeeded in concealing from all persons the conviction
which he felt, of the guilt which dishonored him, and the terrible
vengeance which he meditated for its punishment. He was a cold
and savage man, who could suppress, in most cases, the pangs
which he felt, and could deliberately restrain the passions which
yet occupied triumphant place in his heart and purpose.
It was not long before he found the occasion which he de-
sired. The movements of the troubadour were closely watched,
and one day, when he had wandered forth from the castle seek-
ing solitude, as was his frequent habit, Raymond contrived to
steal away from observation, and to follow him out into the for-
est. He was successful in his quest. He found Guillaume
resting at the foot of a shady tree, in a secluded glen, with
his tablets before him. The outlines of a tender ballad, ten-
der but spiritual, as was the character of all his melodies, were
already inscribed upon the paper. The poet was meditating, as
usual, the charms of that dangerous mistress, whose beauty was
destined to become his bane. Raymond threw himself upon the
ground beside him.
"Ah ! well," said he, as he joined the troubadour, "this love
of the Lady Agnes is still a distressing matter in thy thoughts."
In truth, my lord, I think of her with the greatest love and
tenderness," was the reply of Guillaume.
" Verily, thou dost well," returned the baron ; she deserves
requital at thy hands. Thou owest her good service. And yet,
for one who so greatly affecteth a lady, and who bath found so
much favor in her sight, methinks thou seek'st her but seldom.
Why is this, Sir Troubadour ?"