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BLOSS C.A.
Heroines of the Crusades
page 127
pearance of an adjacent valley, cooled by waterfalls, and shaded by thickets, which seemed to beckon them on with an inviting grace, that she insisted upon pressing forward, and forming the bivouac there. The Count Maurienne endeav-ored to dissuade the queen from her purpose, by represent-ing the danger of abandoning the commanding position designated by the king, but opposition only increased her pertinacity, and aided by the light artillery of Petronilla's eyes, she soon brought the discomfited knight to terms. The scene that opened before them as they descended into the valley, was sufficient to charm away all fatigue and fear. The rocky heights at the west, behind which the sun was just sinking, veiled their bold fronts in the misty fringes of the opal clouds ; the blue Mediterranean circled the horizon on the south ; and far to the east stretched every variety of woodland, meadow, and glade, till the Taurus ridge, melting into the sky, shut out the sands of Syria. The happy party soon entered the valley. The sumpter mules were speedily unloaded, the light spars planted, the white canvass of the tents stretched upon them, and a cold collation spread out for their refreshment. When the re-past was finished Eleanor caused her couch to be placed at the door of the tent, so that wild roses nodded at its pillow, and flinging herself upon it, as the brilliant stars of that eastern clime looked down upon her, she exclaimed, " Petronilla, my sister, seems not this like our own dear Provence ? I could almost fancy myself once more in the Kose Pavilion." ,
" Certes," said Petronilla, " andrere it not a fitting time and place to hold the festival of our Court of Love ? Me-thinks yon, count," with a mischievous glance at Maurienne, " withstood our entreaties to enter this delightful retreat beyond the limits of gallantry."
" Gra'mercy, fair ladies," said the count, with mock gravity, " that I fear the frowns of this august tribunal more than the displeasure of my royal master, is perhaps my sin, and it is with unfeigned apprehensions that I sur-render to the court."
HEROINES OF THE CRUSADES.
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