joan of naples-第13节
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the sudden change that had come over his mastercrossing one of the ante…chambers in the castle； they came upon Andre； who joyfully accosted them； grasping the hand of his cousin Duras in his affectionate manner； he asked him in a pressing way that would brook no refusal； 〃Will you be of our hunting party to…morrow； duke？〃
〃Excuse me； my lord；〃 said Charles； bowing down to the ground； 〃it will be impossible for me to go to…morrow； for my wife is very unwell； but I entreat you to accept the best falcon I have。〃
And here he cast upon the notary a petrifying glance。
The morning of the 20th of August was fine and calmthe irony of nature contrasting cruelly with the fate of mankind。 From break of day masters and valets； pages and knights； princes and courtiers； all were on foot； cries of joy were heard on every side when the queen arrived； on a snow…white horse； at the head of the young and brilliant throng。 Joan was perhaps paler than usual； but that might be because she had been obliged to rise very early。 Andre； mounted on one of the most fiery of all the steeds he had tamed； galloped beside his wife； noble and proud； happy in his own powers； his youth； and the thousand gilded hopes that a brilliant future seemed to offer。 Never had the court of Naples shown so brave an aspect： every feeling of distrust and hatred seemed entirely forgotten； Friar Robert himself； suspicious as he was by nature； when he saw the joyous cavalcade go by under his window； looked out with pride； and stroking his beard； laughed at his own seriousness。
Andre's intention was to spend several days hunting between Capua and Aversa； and only to return to Naples when all was in readiness for his coronation。 Thus the first day they hunted round about Melito； and went through two or three villages in the land of Labore。 Towards evening the court stopped at Aversa； with a view to passing the night there； and since at that period there was no castle in the place worthy of entertaining the queen with her husband and numerous court； the convent of St。 Peter's at Majella was converted into a royal residence： this convent had been built by Charles II in the year of our Lord 1309。
While the grand seneschal was giving orders for supper and the preparation of a room for Andre and his wife； the prince； who during the whole day had abandoned himself entirely to his favourite amusement； went up on the terrace to enjoy the evening air； accompanied by the good Isolda； his beloved nurse； who loved him more even than his mother； and would not leave his side for a moment。 Never had the prince appeared so animated and happy： he was in ecstasies over the beauty of the country； the clear air； the scent of the trees around； he besieged his nurse with a thousand queries； never waiting for an answer； and they were indeed long in coming； for poor Isolda was gazing upon him with that appearance of fascination which makes a mother absent…minded when her child is talking： Andre was eagerly telling her about a terrible boar he had chased that morning across the woods； how it had lain foaming at his feet； and Isolda interrupted him to say he had a grain of dust in his eye。 Then Andre was full of his plans for the future； and Isolda stroked his fair hair； remarking that he must be feeling very tired。 Then； heeding nothing but his own joy and excitement； the young prince hurled defiance at destiny； calling by all his gods on dangers to come forward； so that he might have the chance of quelling them； and the poor nurse exclaimed； in a flood of tears； 〃My child； you love me no longer。〃
Out of all patience with these constant interruptions； Andre scolded her kindly enough； and mocked at her childish fears。 Then； paying no attention to a sort of melancholy that was coming over him； he bade her tell him old tales of his childhood； and had a long talk about his brother Louis； his absent mother； and tears were in his eyes when he recalled her last farewell。 Isolda listened joyfully； and answered all he asked； but no fell presentiment shook her heart： the poor woman loved Andre with all the strength of her soul； for him she would have given up her life in this world and in the world to come； yet she was not his mother。
When all was ready； Robert of Cabane came to tell the prince that the queen awaited him； Andre cast one last look at the smiling fields beneath the starry heavens； pressed his nurse's hand to his lips and to his heart； and followed the grand seneschal slowly and； it seemed； with some regret。 But soon the brilliant lights of the room； the wine that circulated freely； the gay talk； the eager recitals of that day's exploits； served to disperse the cloud of gloom that had for a moment overspread the countenance of the prince。 The queen alone； leaning on the table； with fixed eyes and lips that never moved； sat at this strange feast pale and cold as a baleful ghost summoned from the tomb to disturb the joy of the party。 Andre； whose brain began to be affected by the draughts of wine from Capri and Syracuse； was annoyed at his wife's look； and attributing it to contempt； filled a goblet to the brim and presented it to the queen。 Joan visibly trembled； her lips moved convulsively； but the conspirators drowned in their noisy talk the involuntary groan that escaped her。 In the midst of a general uproar； Robert of Cabane proposed that they should serve generous supplies of the same wine drunk at the royal table to the Hungarian guards who were keeping watch at the approaches to the convent； and this liberality evoked frenzied applause。 The shouting of the soldiers soon gave witness to their gratitude for the unexpected gift； and mingled with the hilarious toasts of the banqueters。 To put the finishing touch to Andre's excitement； there were cries on every side of 〃Long live the （queen！ Long live His Majesty the King of Naples！〃
The orgy lasted far into the night： the pleasures of the next day were discussed with enthusiasm； and Bertrand of Artois protested in a loud voice that if they were so late now some would not rise early on the morrow。 Andre declared that； for his part； an hour or two's rest would be enough to get over his fatigue； and he eagerly protested that it would be well for others to follow his example。 The Count of Terlizzi seemed to express some doubt as to the prince's punctuality。 Andre insisted； and challenging all the barons present to see who would be up first； he retired with the queen to the room that had been reserved for them； where he very soon fell into a deep and heavy sleep。 About two o'clock in the morning； Tommaso Pace； the prince's valet and first usher of the royal apartments； knocked at his 2876 master's door to rouse him for the chase。 At the first knock； all was silence； at the second； Joan； who had not closed her eyes all night； moved as if to rouse her husband and warn him of the threatened danger； but at the third knock the unfortunate young man suddenly awoke； and hearing in the next room sounds of laughter and whispering； fancied that they were making a joke of his laziness； and jumped out of bed bareheaded； in nothing but his shirt； his shoes half on and half off。 He opened the door； and at this point we translate literally the account of Domenico Gravina； a historian of much esteem。 As soon as the prince appeared； the conspirators all at once fell upon him； to strangle him with their hands； believing he could not die by poison or sword； because of the charmed ring given him by his poor mother。 But Andre was so strong and active； that when he perceived the infamous treason he defended himself with more than human strength； and with dreadful cries got free from his murderers； his face all bloody； his fair hair pulled out in handfuls。 The unhappy young man tried to gain his own bedroom； so as to get some weapon and valiantly resist the assassins； but as he reached the door； Nicholas of Melazzo； putting his dagger like a bolt into the lock； stopped his entrance。 The prince； calling aloud the whole time and imploring the protection of his friends； returned to the hall； but all the doors were shut； and no one held out a helping hand； for the queen was silent； showing no uneasiness about her husband's death。
But the nurse Isolda； terrified by the shouting of her beloved son and lord； leapt from her bed and went to the window； filling the house with dreadful cries。 The traitors； alarmed by the mighty uproar； although the place was lonely and so far from the centre of the town that nobody could have come to see what the noise was； were on the point of letting their victim go； when Bertrand of Artois； who felt he was more guilty than the others； seized the prince with hellish fury round the waist； and after a desperate struggle got him down； then dragging him by the hair of his head to a balcony which gave upon the garden； and pressing one knee upon his chest； cried out to the others
〃Come here； barons： I have what we want to strangle him with。〃
And round his neck he passed a long cord of silk and gold； while the wretched man struggled all he could。 Bertrand quickly drew up the knot； and the others threw the body over the parapet of the balcony； leaving it hanging between earth and sky until death ensued。 When the C
