ld my arm to the Cardinal, but, disregarding it, he stepped heavily to the ground unaided, followed by André, on whom I kept a sharp eye, lest the knave should attempt to run.
I followed them at a distance of some eight yards, as I had been ordered, marvelling as I went what could be the Cardinal's plan of action.
We elbowed our way through a noisy dirty rabble, whom a dozen of the King's Guards could scarcely keep from obstructing the side entrance--used only by privileged individuals--in their curiosity to see the fanciful costumes of the maskers.
It was close upon midnight when we entered the ball-room. His Majesty, I learnt, had already withdrawn, feeling slightly indisposed; therefore I concluded that if there was any serious conspiracy afoot, the blow--which otherwise might have been restrained by the King's presence--could not be long in falling.
Scarcely had we advanced a dozen paces, when my attention was drawn to a tall, thin man, of good bearing, dressed after the
A short story of a man that enforces justice on the man who sought to have killed. Sabatini writes overelaborately in all his books, so this short story would be a great introduction to his style to see if you would be interested in reading his larger works.
This was a very good short story, very much in the style of Dumas. It's about a Cardinal, though, not a bishop. :0)
Good short about a Bishop whose life has been threatened, and his loyal servant who tries to help save his life.