He was sunning himself with certain young clerks and
choristers of the marshal's privy chapel of the Holy Innocents.
Suddenly Clerk Henriet appeared under the arches at the upper end of
the pretty cloisters, in the aisles of which the youths were seated.
Henriet regarded them silently for a moment, looking with special
approval upon the blonde curls and pink cheeks of the young Scottish
lad.
Machecoul was a vast feudal castle with one great central square tower
and many smaller ones about it. The circuit of its walls enclosed
gardens and pleasaunces, and included within its limits the new and
beautiful chapel which has been recently finished by that good
Catholic and ardent religionary, the Marshal de Retz.
As yet, Laurence had been able to learn nothing of the maids, not even
whether they were alive or dead, whether at Machecoul or elsewhere. At
the first mention of maidens being brought from Scotland to the
castle, or seen about its courts, a dead silence fell upon the
company of priests and singers in the marshal's chapel. It was the
same when Laurence spoke of the business privately to any of his new
acquaintances.
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