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〃I might easily take my revenge；〃 he said； 〃for your affront when you refuse my son in your pride； but that business I leave to Louis of Hungary； who will acquit himself； no doubt； with credit。〃
〃Have mercy on my poor daughters！〃 cried the princess； 〃mercy at least for my poor babes； if my own tears cannot move you。〃
〃If you loved your children；〃 said the admiral； frowning； 〃you would have done your duty at once。〃
〃But I do not love your son！〃 cried Marie； proud but trembling。 〃O God； must a wretched woman's heart be thus trampled？ You； father； a minister of truth and justice； tell this man that God must not be called on to witness an oath dragged from the weak and helpless！〃
She turned to the admiral's son； and added； sobbing
〃You are young； perhaps you have loved： one day no doubt you will love。 I appeal to your loyalty as a young man； to your courtesy as a knight； to all your noblest impulses； join me； and turn your father away from his fatal project。 You have never seen me before： you do not know but that in my secret heart I love another。 Your pride should be revolted at the sight of an unhappy woman casting herself at your feet and imploring your favour and protection。 One word from you； Robert； and I shall bless you every moment of my life： the memory of you will be graven in my heart like the memory of a guardian angel； and my children shall name you nightly in their prayers； asking God to grant your wishes。 Oh； say； will you not save me？ Who knows； later on I may love youwith real love。〃
〃I must obey my father；〃 Robert replied； never lifting his eyes to the lovely suppliant。
The priest was silent。 Two minutes passed； and these four persons； each absorbed in his own thoughts； stood motionless as statues carved at the four corners of a tomb。 Marie was thrice tempted to throw herself into the sea。 But a confused distant sound suddenly struck upon her ears： little by little it drew nearer； voices were more distinctly heard； women in the street were uttering cries of distress
〃Fly； fly！ God has forsaken us； the Hungarians are in the town！〃
The tears of Marie's children were the answer to these cries； and little Margaret； raising her hands to her mother； expressed her fear in speech that was far beyond her years。 Renaud； without one look at this touching picture； drew his son towards the door。
〃Stay；〃 said the princess； extending her hand with a solemn gesture： 〃as God sends no other aid to my children； it is His will that the sacrifice be accomplished。〃
She fell on her knees before the priest； bending her head like a victim who offers her neck to the executioner。 Robert des Baux took his place beside her； and the priest pronounced the formula that united them for ever； consecrating the infamous deed by a sacrilegious blessing。
〃All is over！〃 murmured Marie of Durazzo； looking tearfully on her little daughters。
〃No； all is not yet over；〃 said the admiral harshly； pushing her towards another room； 〃before we leave； the marriage must be consummated。〃
〃O just God！〃 cried the princess； in a voice torn with anguish； and she fell swooning to the floor。
Renaud des Baux directed his ships towards Marseilles； where he hoped to get his son crowned Count of Provence； thanks to his strange marriage with Marie of Durazzo。 But this cowardly act of treason was not to go unpunished。 The wind rose with fury； and drove him towards Gaeta； where the queen and her husband had just arrived。 Renaud bade his sailors keep in the open； threatening to throw any man into the sea who dared to disobey him。 The crew at first murmured； soon cries of mutiny rose on every side。 The admiral； seeing he was lost； passed from threats to prayers。 But the princess； who had recovered her senses at the first thunder…clap； dragged herself up to the bridge and screamed for help；
〃Come to me； Louis！ Come； my barons！ Death to the cowardly wretches who have outraged my honour！〃
Louis of Tarentum jumped into a boat； followed by some ten of his bravest men； and； rowing rapidly； reached the ship。 Then Marie told him her story in a word； and he turned upon the admiral a lightning glance； as though defying him to make any defence。
〃Wretch！〃 cried the king； transfixing the traitor with his sword。
Then he had the son loaded with chains； and also the unworthy priest who had served as accomplice to the admiral； who now expiated his odious crime by death。 He took the princess and her children in his boat； and re…entered the harbour。
The Hungarians； however； forcing one of the gates of Naples； marched triumphant to Castel Nuovo。 But as they were crossing the Piazza delle Correggie； the Neapolitans perceived that the horses were so weak and the men so reduced by all they had undergone during the siege of Aversa that a mere puff of wind would dispense this phantom… like army。 Changing from a state of panic to real daring； the people rushed upon their conquerors； and drove them outside the walls by which they had just entered。 The sudden violent reaction broke the pride of the King of Hungary； and made him more tractable when Clement VI decided that he ought at last to interfere。 A truce was concluded first from the month of February 1350 to the beginning of April 1351； and the next year this was converted into a real peace； Joan paying to the King of Hungary the sum of 300；000 florins for the expenses of the war。
After the Hungarians had gone； the pope sent a legate to crown Joan and Louis of Tarentum； and the 25th of May； the day of Pentecost； was chosen for the ceremony。 All contemporary historians speak enthusiastically of this magnificent fete。 Its details have been immortalised by Giotto in the frescoes of the church which from this day bore the name of L'Incoronata。 A general amnesty was declared for all who had taken part in the late wars on either side； and the king and queen were greeted with shouts of joy as they solemnly paraded beneath the canopy； with all the barons of the kingdom in their train。
But the day's joy was impaired by an accident which to a superstitious people seemed of evil augury。 Louis of Tarentum； riding a richly caparisoned horse； had just passed the Porta Petruccia； when some ladies looking out from a high window threw such a quantity of flowers at the king that his frightened steed reared and broke his rein。 Louis could not hold him； so jumped lightly to the ground； but the crown fell at his feet and was broken into three pieces。 On that very day the only daughter of Joan and Louis died。
But the king not wishing to sadden the brilliant ceremony with show of mourning； kept up the jousts and tournaments for three days； and in memory of his coronation instituted the order of 'Chevaliers du Noeud'。 But from that day begun with an omen so sad； his life was nothing but a series of disillusions。 After sustaining wars in Sicily and Apulia； and quelling the insurrection of Louis of Durazzo； who ended his days in the castle of Ovo； Louis of Tarentum； worn out by a life of pleasure； his health undermined by slow disease； overwhelmed with domestic trouble； succumbed to an acute fever on the 5th of June 1362； at the age of forty…two。 His body had not been laid in its royal tomb at Saint Domenico before several aspirants appeared to the hand of the queen。
One was the Prince of Majorca； the handsome youth we have already spoken of： he bore her off triumphant over all rivals； including the son of the King of France。 James of Aragon had one of those faces of melancholy sweetness which no woman can resist。 Great troubles nobly borne had thrown as it were a funereal veil over his youthful days： more than thirteen years he had spent shut in an iron cage； when by the aid of a false key he had escaped from his dreadful prison； he wandered from one court to another seeking aid； it is even said that he was reduced to the lowest degree of poverty and forced to beg his bread。 The young stranger's beauty and his adventures combined had impressed both Joan and Marie at the court of Avignon。 Marie especially had conceived a violent passion for him； all the more so for the efforts she made to conceal it in her own bosom。 Ever since James of Aragon came to Naples； the unhappy princess； married with a dagger at her throat； had desired to purchase her liberty at the expense of crime。 Followed by four armed men； she entered the prison where Robert des Baux was still suffering for a fault more his father's than his own。 Marie stood before the prisoner； her arms crossed； her cheeks livid； her lips trembling。 It was a terrible interview。 This time it was she who threatened； the man who entreated pardon。 Marie was deaf to his prayers； and the head of the luckless man fell bleeding at her feet； and her men threw the body into the sea。 But God never allows a murder to go unpunished： James preferred the queen to her sister； and the widow of Charles of Durazzo gained nothing by her crime but the contempt of the man she loved； and a bitter remorse which brought her while yet young to the tomb。
Joan was married in turn to James of Aragon； son of the King of Majorca； and to Otho of Brunswick； of the imperial family of Saxony。 We will pass rapidly over these years； and come to the denouement of this history of crime and expiation。 James； parted from his wife； continued his stormy career； after a long contest in Spain with Peter the Cruel； who had usurped his kingdom： about the end of the year 1375 he died near Navarre。 Otho also could not escape the Divine vengeance which hung over the court of Naples； but to the end he valiantly shared the queen's fortunes。 Joan； since she had no lawful heir； adopted her nephew； Charles de la Paix （so called after the peace of Trevisa）。 He was the son of Louis Duras； who after rebelling against Louis of Tarentum； had died miserably in the castle of Ovo。 The child would have shared his father's fate had not Joan interceded to spare his life； loaded him with kindness； and married him to Margaret； the daughter of her sister Marie and her cousin Charles； who was put to； death by the King of Hungary。
Serious differences arose between the queen and one of her former subjects； Bartolommeo Prigiani； who had become pope under the name of Urban VI。