The Executioner's Knife; Or, Joan of Arc. Эжен Сю
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Название: The Executioner's Knife; Or, Joan of Arc

Автор: Эжен Сю

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      His eyes emitted flashes of lightning; he distanced all other horses,

      And cleared the barrier with a leap neat and clean.

      'Sire,' said Alain, addressing the King,

      'You swore it; your daughter, Linor, must now be mine.'

      'Not thine, nor of such as you can ever she be —

      Yours is not our race.'"

      "The King had promised and sworn," cried Jeannette, "did he fail in his word? Oh, the lovely Dauphin, our Sire, he would never break his word! Would he, god-mother?"

      Sybille shook her head sadly and continued:

      '"An old man stood by the King,

      An old man with long white beard,

      Whiter than is the wool on the bush of the heather;

      His robe was laced with gold from top to bottom.

      He spoke to the King in a low voice;

      And the latter, after he had heard what the old man said,

      Struck three times on the ground with his scepter

      To order silence,

      And said to Alain:

      "'If you bring me the harp of Merlin,

      That hangs at the head of his bed from three chains of gold;

      Yes, if you can loosen that harp and bring it to me,

      You shall have my daughter,

      Perhaps.'"

      "And where was that harp, god-mother?" asked Jeannette, more and more interested in the legend. "What must he do to get it?"

      "'My poor grandmother,'

      Said Alain when he returned to the house,

      'If truly you love me you'll help and advise me.

      My heart is broken! My heart is broken!'

      'Bad boy, had you but listened to me,

      Had you not gone to that feast,

      Your heart would not be broken.

      But come, do not cry. The harp shall be loosened.

      Here's a hammer of gold;

      Now go.'

      "Alain returned to the King's palace, saying:

      'Good luck and joy! Here am I,

      And I bring the harp of Merlin' – "

      "Then he succeeded in getting the harp?" Jeannette asked in amazement. "But where and how did he do it, god-mother?"

      Sybille, with a mysterious look, placed her finger to her lips in token of silence:

      "'I bring here the harp of Merlin,' said Alain to the King;

      'Sire, your daughter, Linor, must now be mine.

      You promised me so.'

      When the King's son heard this, he made a wry face

      And spoke to his father, the King, in a low voice.

      The King, having listened, then said to Alain:

      'If you fetch me the ring

      From the finger of Merlin's right hand,

      Then you shall have my daughter, Linor.'"

      "Oh, god-mother, twice to fail in his promise! Oh, that was wrong on the part of the King! What is to become of poor Alain?"

      "Alain returns all in tears,

      And seeks his grandmother in great haste.

      'Oh, grandmother, the King had said —

      And now he gainsays himself!'

      'Do not grieve so, dear child!

      Take a twiglet you'll find in my chest,

      On which twelve leaves you'll see —

      Twelve leaves as yellow as gold,

      And that I looked for se'en nights

      In se'en woods, now se'en years agone.'"

      "What were those gold leaves, god-mother? Did the angels or the saints give them to the grandmother?"

      Sybille shook her head negatively and proceeded:

      "When at midnight the chanticleer crowed,

      The black colt of Alain awaited his master

      Just outside the door.

      'Fear not, my dear little grandson,

      Merlin will not awake;

      You have my twelve leaves of gold.

      Go quickly.'

      The chanticleer had not yet done with his chant

      When the black colt was galloping swiftly over the road.

      The chanticleer had not yet done with his chant

      When the ring of Merlin was taken away – "

      "And this time Alain married the King's daughter, did he not, god-mother?"

      "At break of dawn was Alain at the King's palace,

      Presenting him with Merlin's ring.

      Stupefied the King did stand;

      And all who stood near him declared:

      'Lo, how, after all, this young peasant

      Won the daughter of our Sire!'

      'It is true,' the King to Alain did say,

      'But still there is one thing I now ask of you,

      And it will be the last. Do you that,

      And my daughter you'll have,

      And with her the glorious kingdom of Leon.'

      'What must I do, Sire?'

      'To my court bring Merlin,

      Your wedding to sing with my daughter Linor.'"

      "My God!" interrupted the little shepherdess, more and more carried away with the marvelousness of the story, "how will it end?"

      "While Alain was at the King's palace,

      His grandmother saw Merlin go by;

      Merlin the Enchanter went by her house.

      'Whence, Merlin, come you with your clothes all in rags

      Whither thus bare-headed and bare-footed go you?

      Whither, old Merlin, with your holly staff go you?'

      'Alack! Alack! I'm looking for my harp,

      My heart's only solace in all this broad world.

      I'm looking for my harp and also for my ring,

      Which both I lost, or they have been stolen from me.'

      "'Merlin, Merlin, do not grieve!

      Your harp is not lost, and neither is your ring.

      Walk in, Merlin, walk in,

      Take rest and food.'

      'I shall neither eat nor rest in this world

      Till I've recovered my harp and my ring.

      They have not been stolen, I've lost them, the two.'

      'Merlin, walk in, your harp will be found. —

      Merlin, walk in, your ring will be found.'

      So hard the grandmother begged

      That Merlin entered her hut.

      "When СКАЧАТЬ