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If I Were King
Author: Justin H McCarthy

IF I WERE KING -- DEDICATION To Eer Through - horn and For Whom This Book was Written The Loveliest Lady this side of Heaven. XXI. XII. MCMI. If I were king-ah love, if I were king What tributary nations would I bring To stoop before your sceptre and to swear Allegiance to your lips and eyes and hair. Beneath your feet what treasures I would fli... more »ng-The stars should be your pearls upon a string, The world a ruby for your finger ring, And you should have the sun and moon to wear If I were king. Let these wild dreams and wilder words take wing, Deep in the woods I hear a shepherd sing A simple ballad to a sylvan air, Of love that ever finds your face more fair. I could not give you any godlier thing If I were king. IF 1 WERE KING -- CHAPTER I -- THE FIRCONE TAVERN IN the dark main room of the Fircone Tavern the warm June air seemed to have lost all its delicacy, like a degraded angel. It was sodden through and through, as with the lees of wine it was stained and shamed with the smells of hams and cheeses it was thick and heavy as if with the breaths of all the rogues and all the vagabonds that had haunted the hostelry from its evil dawn. Such guttering lights and glimmering flames as lit the place-for there was a small fire on the wide hearth in spite of the fine weather-peopled the gloom with fantastic quivering shadows as of lean fingers that unfolded themselves to filch, or clenched themselves to stab in the back. But its patrons seemed to like the place well enough in spite of its miasma, and Master Robin Turgis, the fat landlord, drowsy with his own wine and dripping from the heat, surveyed them complacently, and wallowed as it were in the rattle and clink of mug and can, the full-throated laughter and the shrill chatter, crisply emphasized by oaths, which assured him of the Fircones popularity with its intimates. f aster Robins intelligence was limited his wit was simple the processes of his mind moved easily along the lines of least resistance. The Burgundians might be hammering with mailed fists at the walls of Paris the fire-new crown of Louis the Eleventh might be falling from the royal forehead it mattered not a jot to dishonest Robin so long as the Fircone brimmed with company. There was enough company in the room on this evening to content even his wish. It was not the kind of company that a wise man would desire to keep, but it delighted the innkeeper, for it drank deeply and spent freely, and in Robins view it was of no more concern to him how the money that changed hands was come by than it was how the profound potations might affect the brains and stomachs of his clients. If any officer of the law had questioned him as to his association with a certain mysterious Brotherhood of the Cockleshells whose plunderings and pilferings were the pride of the Court of Miracles and the fear of citizens with strong boxes, he would have shrugged his fat shoulders and shaken his round head and disowned all knowledge IN THE FIRCONE TAVERN of any such unlawful corporatibn. Yet his face wrinkled with smiles as his glance rested amiably upon the bodily presences of certain illustrious members of the brotherhood, wild men in withered frippery, wine-stained to the very bones. They were five in number, and four of them were huddled round a table in the cosiest corner of the room, the corner that was sheltered from the heat of the fire by the high-backed settle, the corner that was nearest to the main door if one desired-as one often did-to slip out in a hurry, and to the red-curtained windows, if one desired-as one seldom did-a mouthful of fresh air...

ISBN-13: 9781408613627
ISBN-10: 140861362X
Publication Date: 1/31/2008
Pages: 310
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