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Title: Old court life in Spain
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Elliot, Frances, 1820-1898
Subjects: Spain -- Court and courtiers
Publisher: New York, London : G. P. Putnams's sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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Church, the Condesa de Sandoval still rules inthe chapter. What malediction does a prince notmerit who thus traffics with the devil and leadshis people into mortal sin? Anathema maranathaon Enrique de Trastamare! The archbishops solemn imprecation carriedmany who had trembled at the impetuous proposalof Villena. A deputation was named to wait uponthe king, at the head of which was the Archbishopof Toledo; but Villena himself remained in thebackground. As the principal conspirator, itbehoved him to be cautious. What! cried Don Enrique next day, whenthe prelate at the head of the deputation of noblesappeared before him in the Sala del Trono, when,surrounded by his attendant lancers, splendidlyequipped, he sat under the haldaquino on the chairof state, the whole room glittering with gildedpanels, retablos, and mirrors, doubling the array ofhostile figures before him, What! you dare dictateto me—your king? How long is it, my lord arch-bishop, that you, our metropolitan, set the example
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FERNANDO THK CATHOLIC. ENRIQUE IV. EL IMPOTENTE 279 of disobedience? And you, my Lord of Benevente,as according to his vehement nature, Pimentel hadthrust himself more forward than the rest, whocome of such ancient stock, are you not ashamedto appear as a rebel? And you, addressing therest, go back to your homes and learn obedience.What! I am to depose my daughter Juana atyour bidding? A loud murmur here interrupted him for amoment, and the name of Beltrano was distinctlyheard. The colour mounted furiously to the face of theking, who, like all of his family, was a fair andcomely prince; his eyes grew dangerously bright,and he laid his hand on the hilt of the dagger at hisside. My lords! my lords! you try my patience toomuch! he cried. Why am I not to have achild Hke any one of you? Answer! Especiallyafter— here his voice dropped. They all knewwhat he meant, but no one believed it. Likeevery member of his family, Don Enrique wasunable to sustain his passions. The awe inspiredby his p

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