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And in the. fourth earnest listeners, has ridden at good | place,’ added the Carthusian priest, his voice becoming more solemn and his manner more impressive, ‘John Zita- ka has proclaimed a war to the death against the aristocracy of Bohemia? ‘ These tidings are indeed important!” exclaimed the Marquis of Schomberg. ‘But whence did you glean so much in so short a time?’ demanded the Ba- the ‘Tuborite crusade against the Aris- tocracy is proclaimed !’ ‘What mean you!’ cried the priest. ‘Tias John Zitzka’s presumption car- ? ried him thus far ‘Hush, holy father,’ said the land- lord, in an imploring tone; ‘for some | of my own dependents are inclined to ‘ron of Altendorf. | favor the reformers, and they may over- | ‘I will give your lordships full expla- hear you.’ nations anon,’ said the priest ; é lor the ‘But what are the precise tidings, horses are by this time in readiness, from Prague ?’ demanded the Carthu-|and after the intelligence which we sian. have just received relative to the auda-~ ‘That the Captain General reviewed | cious conduct of the ‘l'‘aborite General, all the T'aborite garrison yesterday at|the sooner we reach Altendorf Castle, noon, in the great square of the me- the better.’ : tropolis,’ said the host; ‘and that he, ‘ Assuredly so,’ said both the marquis proclaimed a war to the death against, and the baron, as they closed the vizors the Bohemian aristocracy !’ of their helmets. _ . ‘Then is the gauntlet already thrown} And at the expiration of ten minutes, down, and the civil strife dates from|the funereal procession moved rapidly yesterday throughout the land,’ said|away from the hostel, in the same * Father Cyprian, in a deep and solemn} der which characterised its arrival, aD voice. which we have already depicted. ‘What mean you, holy sir?’ cried | the landlord, surveying him with min- gled astonishment and alarm. => ‘Nothing—nothing; you will full soon comprehend me well,’ replied the riest, his tone and manner suddenly indicating the excitement of impatience. 4 lh ‘But I pray thee to order those idle Yes—the information which ha varlets of thine to*have out the horses.’ ; reached the inn relative to the proceed- ‘In ten minutes everything shall be | ings of John Litakay was indeed cor- ready for your departure, holy father,’ | rect; and the Captain-General of the said the landlord; and he hastened to|Taborites had proclaimed war against issue the necessary commands, while |the monarchists and the aristocrats 0 the priest returned to the room where | Bohemia. , he had left the Marquis of Schomberg} Pause we for a moment to direct the and the Baron of Altendort. attention of our readers to that grand ‘You have been long absent,’ |i imposing scene, when the mighty | speed from Prague, and he ie CHAPTER LXV. THE REVIEW OF THE TABORITE ARMY- 8 rr claimed the latter: ‘and we were al-| Zitzka reviewed Ins army in the great ready fearful that something of a dis-| square of Prague. | agreeable nature was thus detaining | The weather was superb—such a eat your reverence. But what have you|ther as usually characterises the close succeeded in learning !’ ‘of August, and from which the grape ‘Many things of vital importance to receives its richest purple, the peac ourselves,’ responded the priest. ‘In/its purest vermeil, and the apricot 1ts the first place, we have nothing to tear| deepest yellow—all these being the at the hands of Ermach ; he is no more! | signs of that season when the golden In the second place, Sir Ernest de Col-, harvests are garnered from they fields mar is scarcely a day’s journey in ad-iand the emerald vesture of the groves Fy - comicbooks.com