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  • Título Original: Defender of the Faith
  • Autor del libro: Marjorie Bowen
  • ISBN: 978-0921100430
  • Idioma: ES
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  • Realese fecha:1999-05-05
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"Mr. Mompesson", said the King serenely, "do you believe in God?" The young man answered evenly: "Most assuredly, Sir". The King looked at him steadily out of dark clear eyes and smiled a little like one considering. "Any particular form or manner of God?" he asked, holding his olive-hued hands to the fire blaze. Bab Mompesson glanced up at his questioner. "I do not take y "Mr. Mompesson", said the King serenely, "do you believe in God?" The young man answered evenly: "Most assuredly, Sir". The King looked at him steadily out of dark clear eyes and smiled a little like one considering. "Any particular form or manner of God?" he asked, holding his olive-hued hands to the fire blaze. Bab Mompesson glanced up at his questioner. "I do not take your Majesty's meaning", he answered in a tone of hesitation. The King kept his soft yet powerful gaze fixed on the man before him as he replied in the smoothest accents of his pleasing voice: "If you believe in God and go no further, Mr. Mompesson, you are scarce the man I want. My Lord Buckingham, my Lord Arlington would say as much-at times. If you would serve me you must have a creed as well as a God". "I am of the Church of England, Sir", said Mr. Mompesson, "and zealous for the Reformed faith". "You mean that-honestly?" asked Charles Stewart slowly. Mr. Mompesson smiled now and returned the King's strong look strongly. "My father was of the Lord Cromwell's party as your Majesty knows-a dissenter-we have never favoured Popery". The King placed his dark hand on the crimson sleeve of the young man. "I have no wish to convert you to the Church of Rome", he smiled. "You are here because I heard from my brother that you were the most obstinate Puritan at the Admiralty, a man of old-fashioned virtues, Mr. Mompesson". "Sir, I hope his Highness cannot call me lacking in my duties", answered Bab Mompesson stiffly; but he slightly flushed under the continued scrutiny of the powerful dark eyes. The King rose from the tapestry chair with a graceful abruptness and looked down on the hearth where logs burnt to a clear gold flame; he leant against the mantle that bore the arms of England and France, and stared, not now at Bab Mompesson, but at the two tall, uncurtained windows. The sky was a foreboding grey, a few flakes of snow fluttered against its leaden depth; the trees and walks sloping down to Whitehall steps and the river swollen between its banks were bitten with frost and smitten with a keen wind. Mr. Mompesson, following the King's gaze, glanced at this prospect without interest, then took advantage of the silence to observe the King, whom he had never spoken with before this afternoon.