No, Carlos, no! Not through the chapel! The stone flags there are so hard and cold." As she spoke she guided him around it into the dining-room, where a large table stood ready for the monarch's personal suite and a smaller one for his sister and himself.
The tortured sovereign, still under the influence of the suffering which he had endured, crossed himself and sat down.

Quijada and young Count Tassis, the Emperor's favourite page, placed the gouty foot in the most comfortable position, and Count Buren, the chamberlain, presented the menu.

Charles instantly scanned the list of dishes, and his face clouded still more as he missed the highly seasoned game pasty which the culinary artist had proposed and he had approved.

Queen Mary had ordered that it should be omitted, because Dr.Mathys had pronounced it poison for the gouty patient, and she confessed the offence.
This was done with the frank affection with which she treated her brother, but Charles, after the first few words, interrupted her, harshly forbidding any interference, even hers, in matters which concerned himself alone, and in the same breath commanded Count Buren to see that the dish should still be made.

Then, as if to show his sister how little he cared for her opposition, he seized the crystal jug with his own hand, without waiting for the cup-bearer behind him, filled the goblet with fiery Xeres wine, and hurriedly drained it, though the leech had forbidden him, while suffering from the gout, to do more than moisten his lips with the heating liquor.
The eyes of the royal huntress, though she was by no means unduly soft-hearted, grew dim with tears.