The setting sun was reddening with its last fiery glow the walls of the great castle at Blois where it stood on a rising slope above the skirts of the town. It tipped the carved and traceried windows of the roof and gleamed vermillion on hilts of swords and pour-points and slashed trunk-hose as officers and men-at-arms bustled to and fro in the yard.
But though their faces were long and they bustled nervously, often they stopped in excited knots to whisper and cast curious glances at the windows of the royal suite. For the Dowager Queen lay dying in a heavy-curtained room and in the next, King Henri de Valois gnawed at his nails and waited. And everyone waited the slowness of fate and Henri de Guise went to console his King.
"The Shadowed Vale,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 10
, Article 2.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol10/iss3/2