The Poniard's Hilt; Or, Karadeucq and Ronan. A Tale of Bagauders and Vagres. Эжен Сю

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СКАЧАТЬ there any occasion for the peddler to mention such matters before my son? Alas! I told you so, father, it is an ill wind that blew this man into our house."

      "Do you think him in league with the Dus and Korrigans, Madalen?"

      "What I believe is, father, that a misfortune threatens this house. I wish this night were over, and it were to-morrow!"

      And the alarmed mother sighed while the peddler answered Karadeucq, who hung upon the stranger's words:

      "The new Bagauders, my brave lad, are what the old ones were. Terrible to the oppressors, kind to the people."

      "Do the people love them?"

      "Whether they love them! Aëlian and Aman, the two chiefs of the first Bagaudy who were put to death nearly two centuries ago in an old Roman castle near Paris, at the confluence of the Seine and the Marne – Aëlian and Aman are to this day loved by the people as martyrs!"

      "Ah! Theirs is a happy fate! To be still loved by the people after two centuries! Did you hear that, grandfather?"

      "Yes, I did, and so did your mother – see how sad she looks."

      But the "bad boy," as the poor woman called him, already seeming in thought to be running the Bagaudy, cast inquisitive and ardent looks at the peddler, and asked:

      "Did you ever see the Bagauders? Were there many of them? Had they already run any raids against the Franks and bishops? Is it long since you saw them?"

      "Three weeks ago, on my way hither, as I crossed Anjou. One day I missed my road in the forest. Night fell upon me. After having walked a long, long while, and going astray ever deeper in the woods, I noticed at a distance a bright light that issued from a cavern. I ran thither. There I found about a hundred lusty Bagauders. They were resting around a fire with their Bagaudines, because you must know that they are generally accompanied by determined women. A few nights before, they had made a descent upon some Frankish seigneurs, our conquerors, and attacked their 'burgs' as the barbarians term their castles. The Bagauders fought furiously and without neither mercy or pity; they pillaged churches and episcopal villas, exacted ransom from the bishops, hung from the trees the most perverse of the priests who fell into their hands, rifled the coffers of the royal tax-collectors, and slew whatever Frank came in their way. But, as fast as they took from the rich, they gave to the poor. They generously distributed among these the plunder of the rich prelates and Frankish counts, and set free all the chained slaves whom they found. Ah! By Aëlian and Aman, the patrons of the Bagauders, the life of those gay and brave fellows is a noble and happy one. Had I not been on my way to Britanny in order to see my old mother once more, I would have then and there joined them in running the Bagaudy in Anjou and the contiguous provinces."

      "And what must one do in order to be admitted into the ranks of those intrepid people?"

      "The first thing to do, my brave lad, is to sacrifice one's skin in advance; you have to be robust, agile, courageous; you must love the poor, swear eternal hatred for the Frankish counts and the bishops; feast by day and bagaude by night."

      "And where are their haunts?"

      "You might as well ask the birds of the air where they perch, the beasts of the wood where they lie down. Yesterday on the mountain, to-morrow in the woods, marching ten leagues during the night, hiding for days in succession in the nearest cave – the Bagauder knows not to-day where he will be to-morrow."

      "It must, then, be a lucky accident that would make one run across them?"

      "A lucky accident for good people, an unlucky one for counts, bishops or tax-collectors!"

      "Was it in Anjou that you met that troop of Bagauders?"

      "Yes, in Anjou – in a forest about eight leagues from Angers, whither I was then bound – "

      "Do you notice my pet Karadeucq? Look at him! See how his eyes sparkle and his cheeks burn. Truly, if he does not dream of little Korrigans to-night, he will surely dream of Bagauders. Am I wrong, my lad?"

      "And it is my opinion, my grandson, that you will surely run it to-night with your head upon your pillow. I wish you pleasant dreams of the Bagaudy, my pet. Now go to bed, it is late; you are making your mother feel unnecessarily uneasy."

      CHAPTER IV

      OFF TO THE BAGAUDY!

      I broke off this narrative three days ago.

      I began writing it on the afternoon of the day when the peddler, after having spent the night under our roof, proceeded on his journey. When he appeared at the hall the next morning the tempest had subsided. After the peddler left the house, before he disappeared at the turning of the road, and as he waved us a last adieu, I said to Madalen:

      "Well, now, you silly thing! You poor frightened mother – did the angry gods punish my pet Karadeucq for having wished to see the Korrigans? Where is the misfortune that this stranger was to bring down upon our house? The tempest has blown over, the sky is serene, and the sea is calming down and looking as blue again as ever! Why is your mien still preoccupied? Yesterday, Madalen, you said: 'To-morrow rests with God.' Here we are at yesterday's to-morrow. What evil has befallen us? Nothing, absolutely nothing."

      "You are right, good father, my forebodings have proved false. And yet, I do not feel at ease. I still am sorry that my son spoke the way he did of the Korrigans."

      "Turn around, here is your Karadeucq with his hunting dog in the leash, his pouch on his back, his bow in his hand, his arrows at his side. How handsome he is! How handsome! How alert and determined his mien!"

      "Where are you going, son?"

      "Mother, yesterday you said to me that it was two days since we have had any venison in the house. This is a good day for the purpose. I shall endeavor to bring down a doe in the forest of Karnak. The chase may take me long; I am carrying some provisions along – bread, fruits and a bottle of our wine."

      "No, Karadeucq, you shall not go hunting to-day; I shall not allow it – "

      "And why not, mother?"

      "I do not know. You might lose your way and fall into some pit in the forest."

      "Mother, do not feel alarmed; why, I know all the paths and pits in the forest."

      "No, no; you shall not go hunting to-day. I forbid you to leave the house."

      "Good grandfather, intercede for me – "

      "Willingly. I delight in eating venison. But you must promise me, my pet, that you will not go on the side of the spring where you may encounter the Korrigans."

      "I swear to you, grandfather!"

      "Come, Madalen, let my skilful archer depart for the chase – he swears to you that he will not think of the fairies."

      "Is it really your wish that he go, father?"

      "I beg you; let him go; see how crossed he looks."

      "Well, let it be as you wish – it is against my wish, however!"

      "A kiss, mother!"

      "No, bad boy, leave me alone!"

      "A kiss, good mother; I beg you – do not deny me a caress – "

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