“Ha! ha!” cried Richard. “I wonder how he likes it. I wonder if he remembers holding me up to the window, and vowing that he meant me only good!”
“When you believed him, my Lord,” said Osmond, slyly.
“I was a little boy then,” said Richard, proudly. “Why, the very walls must remind him of his oath, and how Count Bernard said, as he dealt with me, so might Heaven deal with him.”
“Remember it, my child—beware of broken vows,” said Father Lucas; “but remember it not in triumph over a fallen foe. It were better that all came at once to the chapel, to bestow their thanksgivings where alone they are due.”
CHAPTER X
After nearly a year’s captivity, the King engaged to pay a ransom, and, until the terms could be arranged, his two sons were to be placed as hostages in the hands of the Normans, whilst he returned to his own domains. The Princes were to be sent to Bayeux; whither Richard had returned, under the charge of the Centevilles, and was now allowed to ride and walk abroad freely, provided he was accompanied by a guard.
“I shall rejoice to have Carloman, and make him happy,” said Richard; “but I wish Lothaire were not coming.”
“Perhaps,” said good Father Lucas, “he comes that you may have a first trial in your father’s last lesson, and Abbot Martin’s, and return good for evil.”
The Duke’s cheek flushed, and he made no answer.
He and Alberic betook themselves to the watch-tower, and, by and by, saw a cavalcade approaching, with a curtained vehicle in the midst, slung between two horses. “That cannot be the Princes,” said Alberic; “that must surely be some sick lady.”