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ror HISTO ge ITS ENTE on RTAIN MEN ee aa, thy Paes aly dowd life, es retention Be the ¢ Pes uty clusive power in the kingdom, thy neglect of vengeance upon > oe oe murderers of thy husband, thy having taken another husband, ; anc Le thy very excuses abundantly prove thy complicity in thy husband’s s Met 4 death.” a ae he : So far this was all as Charles of Durazzo sould have desiset ee Sige But there was more. Ludwig was advancing now in arms to take pos- e F a | session of the kingdom, of which, under “all the circumstances, he might consider himself the lawful heir, and the Princes of Italy were ie affording him unhindered passage through their States. This was not at all to Charles’s liking. Indeed, unless he bestirred himself, it might prove to be checkmate from an altogether unexpected quarter, ren- dering vain all the masterly play with which he had conducted the | “ie game so far. ey It flustered him a little, and in his haste to counter it he biundente Giovanna, alarmed at the rapid advance of Ludwig, summoned her barons to her aid, and in that summons she included Charles, A realizing that at all costs he must be brought over to her side. He went, listened, and finally sold himself for a good price—the title ie a of Duke of Calabria, which made him heir to the kingdom. He : : raised a powerful troop of lances, and marched upon Aquila, which 1a had already hoisted the iat banner. a bad one. News was brought im him that the Queen, taller a : . panic, had fled to Provence, seeking sanctuary at Avignon. i % cation to invade a fief of Holy Church. othe “When I am master of Naples,” answered Ludwig firmly, “I shi ae ge ¥e count myself a feudatory of the Holy See. Until then I render accour te to none but God and my conscience.” And he pushed on, preceded by ae a black banner of death, scattering in true Hungarian fashion murder, rape, pillage, and arson psulacanae the olin pees ae Cy =, 3 os Bs 5 Pas a - 4 Greene cae S ee BOR aos eg TOs Nanton ann geen on 100 f . ' eye . } be . r bs See ‘Fat Be Fe fe het Ae net 55 <