Pulp Fiction, 1947 · page 74 of 132
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ee a uct ees sist RAFAEL SARA exacting upon the whole land a terrible vengeance for the murder of his brother. Thus he came to Aversa, and there quartered himself and his _ Hungarians upon that convent of Saint Peter where Andreas had been strangled a year ago. And it was here that he was joined by Charles, who came protesting loyalty, and whom the King received -__ with open arms and a glad welcome, as was to be expected from a Gg man who had beén Andreas’s one true friend in that land of enemies. _ Of Charles’s indiscreet escapade in the matter of Aquila nothing was said. As Charles had fully expected, it was condoned upon the score both of the past and the present. Bea That night there was high feasting in that same refectory where a Andreas had feasted on the night when the stranglers watched him, ____ waiting, and Charles was the guest of honour. In the morning Lud- __._ wig was to pursue his march upon the city of Naples, and all were -__astir betimes. On the point of setting out, Ludwig turned to Charles. “Before I go,” he said, “I have a mind to visit the spot where my brother died.” . _. To Charles, no doubt, this seemed a morbid notion to be dis- _ couraged. But Ludwig was insistent. | “Take me there,” he bade the Duke. “Indeed, I scarce know—I was not here, remember,’ Charles answered him, rendered faintly uneasy, perhaps by a certain grim- n ON? eel BP OF Oe ee ye Pray ss Pats ee a Ped J " ead er ~9 geek ve LP es Varh cat hey eet dy Oe oe ae . pt. myo ae pod Som ber ie ness in the gaunt King’s face, perhaps by the mutterings of his own a conscience. & “I know that you were not; but surely you must know the place. a It will be known to all the world in these parts. Besides, was it not “oe yourself recovered the body? Conduct me thither, then.” . | Perforce, then, Charles must do his will. Arm-in-arm they mounted Fe the stairs to that sinister loggia, a half-dozen of Ludwig’s escorting s officers following. They stepped along the tessellated floor above the Abbot’s garden, -__ flooded now with sunshine which drew the perfume from the roses blooming there. “Here the King slept,” said Charles, “and yonder the Queen. Some- hl eee an | i ee baa a be ney | “f Se 14 ee a4 oe “comicbooks “ Ziagh Bai hat Spas fe < P (E(0)