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〃Then so we will。 Come； begin again； Alberic； and you shall have the first turn。〃
However； Alberic was quite as courteous and respectful to the Duke when they were not at play； as the difference of their rank required； indeed； he had learnt much more of grace and courtliness of demeanour from his mother； a Provencal lady； than was yet to be found among the Normans。 The Chaplain of Montemar had begun to teach him to read and write； and he liked learning much better than Richard； who would not have gone on with Father Lucas's lessons at all； if Abbot Martin of Jumieges had not put him in mind that it had been his father's especial desire。
What Richard most disliked was； however； the being obliged to sit in council。 The Count of Harcourt did in truth govern the dukedom； but nothing could be done without the Duke's consent； and once a week at least； there was held in the great hall of Rollo's tower； what was called a Parlement； or 〃a talkation；〃 where Count Bernard； the Archbishop； the Baron de Centeville； the Abbot of Jumieges； and such other Bishops； Nobles； or Abbots； as might chance to be at Rouen； consulted on the affairs of Normandy； and there the little Duke always was forced to be present； sitting up in his chair of state； and hearing rather than listening to； questions about the repairing and guarding of Castles； the asking of loans from the vassals； the appeals from the Barons of the Exchequer； who were then Nobles sent through the duchy to administer justice； and the discussions about the proceedings of his neighbours； King Louis of France； Count Foulques of Anjou； and Count Herluin of Montreuil； and how far the friendship of Hugh of Paris； and Alan of Brittany might be trusted。
Very tired of all this did Richard grow； especially when he found that the Normans had made up their minds not to attempt a war against the wicked Count of Flanders。 He sighed most wearily； yawned again and again； and moved restlessly about in his chair； but whenever Count Bernard saw him doing so； he received so severe a look and sign that he grew perfectly to dread the eye of the fierce old Dane。 Bernard never spoke to him to praise him； or to enter into any of his pursuits； he only treated him with the grave distant respect due to him as a Prince； or else now and then spoke a few stern words to him of reproof for this restlessness； or for some other childish folly。
Used as Richard was to be petted and made much of by the whole house of Centeville； he resented this considerably in secret； disliked and feared the old Count； and more than once told Alberic de Montemar； that as soon as he was fourteen； when he would be declared of age； he should send Count Bernard to take care of his own Castle of Harcourt； instead of letting him sit gloomy and grim in the Castle hall in the evening； spoiling all their sport。
Winter had set in； and Osmond used daily to take the little Duke and Alberic to the nearest sheet of ice； for the Normans still prided themselves on excelling in skating； though they had long since left the frost…bound streams and lakes of Norway。
One day； as they were returning from the ice； they were surprised； even before they entered the Castle court； by hearing the trampling of horses' feet； and a sound of voices。
〃What may this mean？〃 said Osmond。 〃There must surely be a great arrival of the vassals。 The Duke of Brittany； perhaps。〃
〃Oh；〃 said Richard； piteously； 〃we have had one council already this week。 I hope another is not coming！〃
〃It must import something extraordinary；〃 proceeded Osmond。 〃It is a mischance that the Count of Harcourt is not at Rouen just now。〃
Richard thought this no mischance at all； and just then； Alberic； who had run on a little before； came back exclaiming； 〃They are French。 It is the Frank tongue； not the Norman； that they speak。〃
〃So please you； my Lord；〃 said Osmond； stopping short； 〃we go not rashly into the midst of them。 I would I knew what were best to do。〃
Osmond rubbed his forehead and stood considering； while the two boys looked at him anxiously。 In a few seconds； before he had come to any conclusion； there came forth from the gate a Norman Squire； accompanied by two strangers。
〃My Lord Duke；〃 said he to Richard； in French； 〃Sir Eric has sent me to bring you tidings that the King of France has arrived to receive your homage。〃
〃The King！〃 exclaimed Osmond。
〃Ay！〃 proceeded the Norman； in his own tongue； 〃Louis himself； and with a train looking bent on mischief。 I wish it may portend good to my Lord here。 You see I am accompanied。 I believe from my heart that Louis meant to prevent you from receiving a warning； and taking the boy out of his clutches。〃
〃Ha！ what？〃 said Richard； anxiously。 〃Why is the King come？ What must I do？〃
〃Go on now； since there is no help for it；〃 said Osmond。
〃Greet the king as becomes you； bend the knee； and pay him homage。〃
Richard repeated over to himself the form of homage that he might be perfect in it； and walked on into the court； Alberic； Osmond； and the rest falling back as he entered。 The court was crowded with horses and men； and it was only by calling out loudly； 〃The Duke； the Duke；〃 that Osmond could get space enough made for them to pass。 In a few moments Richard had mounted the steps and stood in the great hall。
In the chair of state； at the upper end of the room； sat a small spare man； of about eight or nine…and…twenty； pale； and of a light complexion； with a rich dress of blue and gold。 Sir Eric and several other persons stood respectfully round him； and he was conversing with the Archbishop； who； as well as Sir Eric； cast several anxious glances at the little Duke as he advanced up the hall。 He came up to the King； put his knee to the ground； and was just beginning； 〃Louis； King of France； I〃 when he found himself suddenly lifted from the ground in the King's arms； and kissed on both cheeks。 Then setting him on his knee； the King exclaimed； 〃And is this the son of my brave and noble friend； Duke William？ Ah！ I should have known it from his likeness。 Let me embrace you again； dear child； for your father's sake。〃
Richard was rather overwhelmed； but he thought the King very kind； especially when Louis began to admire his height and free…spirited bearing； and to lament that his own sons； Lothaire and Carloman； were so much smaller and more backward。 He caressed Richard again and again； praised every word he saidFru Astrida was nothing to him； and Richard began to say to himself how strange and unkind it was of Bernard de Harcourt to like to find fault with him； when； on the contrary； he deserved all this praise from the King himself。
CHAPTER V
Duke Richard of Normandy slept in the room which had been his father's； Alberic de Montemar； as his page； slept at his feet； and Osmond de Centeville had a bed on the floor； across the door； where he lay with his sword close at hand； as his young Lord's guard and protector。
All had been asleep for some little time； when Osmond was startled by a slight movement of the door； which could not be pushed open without awakening him。 In an instant he had grasped his sword； while he pressed his shoulder to the door to keep it closed