D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 203: what you’re looking at

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190 The Royal Proclamation. He recalled the figure of the seller under this memento, although it was bedecked barbarously with finery, tinsel, jewelry, in even a less chaste taste than the Portuguese. But, if the figure were not recognizable, there was no forgetting the visage of Quaqua. “The cook! Pedro has sent on his establishment with a goodly crew into Lisbon to prepare to feast for his com- ing. Ath, now there will be a good fire!” Quaqua had put a board at the end of the church pediment at night angles, so that she enclosed a square space between board, the cornerstone, and the church side. In this compartment ishe put two Moorish stools. On the board was a broached keg; under it empty or full ones. Several drinking vessels, noted for variety, shone on the plank. Room was left for a heap of small coin, diverse as one ‘would reckon on in this port. It was a bait, since money attracts money, and if she had no faith in the ‘honesty of the bystanders, she had reliance on ther own hand, while two or three sailors lounged about, attentive to her nod and sign. ‘“Sit.and try my wine, master,” said she to the muske- teer. “I do not like to see a gentleman jostled by these scarecrows.” She meant scared crows. As this was still a good post for observation, and D’Ar- tagnan was not sorry to be among friends, he ac- knowledged the civility with a smile and applauded silently the protection at back and flank. All this in dumb show, for that “caution kept the castle’ seemed the guiding rule among these seamen, masquerading as fish- ermen and venders of popular beverages. At the first sip of the wine offered him he broke the silence. “Marvelous!” smacking this lips. “It is a muscadine of which I have not tasted the like since we warred un- der the Alps. How do you come by Bergamasco here?” “The cask was floating—and the lads gaffed it and drew it ashore,’ she returned, laughing. Seeing an officer drinking with relish, several passers returned and kept Quaqua busy supplying them. A tradesman coming out of a closed and shuttered Eomicbooks sco im