The Abbatial Crosier; or, Bonaik and Septimine. A Tale of a Medieval Abbess. Эжен Сю

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СКАЧАТЬ order, I suppose, that he be educated after the fashion that old Queen Brunhild followed towards her own grandchildren… Count Hugh exceeded my orders; and you, holy man, did you not blush at the role of coupler in the infamous scheme?"

      "Oh, seigneur! What an abomination! The two children remained pure as angels… To make it short, I placed a young female slave near the prince. The girl, an innocent creature, together with her father and mother took pity on the fate of Childeric. They listened to detestable propositions, and this very night and by means of a rope, the child was to slip from his room with the connivance of the porter slave, and join some faithful adherents of the deceased King Thierry who are lying in hiding near the convent. That was the plot."

      "Ha! Ha! The old royal party is stirring! They thought I would be long kept busy with the Arabs! They planned to restore the royalty in my absence!"

      "A minute ago, as I entered the room of the young prince, my suspicions were awakened. The confusion he was in and the redness in his face told of his guilt. He would not take his eyes from his bed. A sudden idea occurred to me. I raised the mattress, and there I found a rope carefully stowed away. I pressed the child with questions, and amidst tears he confessed to me the full project of escape."

      "Treason!" cried the chief of the Franks, affecting more rage than he really felt. "How came I to confide this child to the care of monks who are either traitors or incapable of defending their prisoner!"

      "Oh, seigneur!.. We traitors!"

      "How many men did this abbey contribute to the army?"

      "Seigneur, our colonists and slaves are hardly enough to cultivate the land; our vines are neglected; our fields lie fallow. We could not spare a single man for the army."

      "How much did you pay into the treasury towards the expenses of the war?"

      "All our revenues were employed in charitable works … in pious foundations."

      "You extend fat charities to yourselves. Such are these churchmen! Always receiving and taking, never giving or returning! Ye are a race of vipers! Under whom does this old abbey hold the land?"

      "From the liberalities of the pious King Dagobert. The charter of our endowment is of the year 640 of our Lord Jesus Christ."

      "Do you, monk, believe that the Frankish kings made these endowments to you of the tonsured fraternity to the end that you might grow fat in idleness and abundance, and without ever contributing towards the expenses of the war with either men or money?"

      "Seigneur … remember the obligations of the monastery … keep in mind the expenses of the cult!"

      "I confide an important prisoner to you and you prove unable to watch him … you miserable tonsured idlers … topers and do-nothings!"

      "Seigneur, we are innocent and incapable of betraying you!"

      "That will never do. I shall settle soldiers on the domain … men who will be able to watch the prisoner, and, when need be, defend the abbey, if the folks of the royal party should attempt to carry off the prince by force," and turning to Berthoald, Charles said: "You and your men will take possession of this abbey. I present it to you!"

      The abbot raised his hands to heaven in sign of mute desolation, while Berthoald, who had pensively stood near, said to Charles Martel:

      "Charles, the commission of jailor is repugnant to my character of a soldier. I feel thankful to you, but I must decline the gift."

      "Your refusal afflicts me. You have heard the monk. I need here a vigilant guardian. This abbey is, by its position, an important military post."

      "Charles, there are other soldiers in your army whom you can charge with the child and to whom you can confide the defence of the post. You will find men enough who will not be restrained by any scruples such as restrain me."

      For a few minutes the chief of the Franks remained silent and thoughtful, then he said: "Monk, how much land, how many colonists and slaves have you?"

      "Seigneur, we have five thousand eight hundred acres of land, seven hundred colonists, and nineteen hundred slaves."

      "Berthoald … you hear it! That is what you decline for yourself and your men. Moreover, I would have created you count of the domain."

      "Reserve for others than myself the favor you meant to bestow upon me. I absolutely refuse the function of jailor."

      "Seigneur," put in Father Clement with a holy resignation that, however, but ill-concealed his anger at Charles: "You are the chief of the Franks and all-powerful. If you establish your armed men on this domain, we shall have to obey, but what will become of us?"

      "And what will become of my companions in arms, who have valiantly served me during the war while you were counting your beads?.. Are they to steal or beg their bread along the roads?"

      "Seigneur … there is a way of satisfying both your companions in arms and ourselves. You wish to change this abbey into a military post. I admit it, your armed men would be better keepers of the young prince than we poor monks. But since you dispose of this abbey, deign, illustrious seigneur, to bestow another one upon us. There is near Nantes the abbey of Meriadek. One of our brothers, who died recently, lived there several years as the intendant. He left with us an inventory containing an exact list of the goods and persons of that abbey. It was at the time under the rule of St. Benoit. We have learned that later it was changed into a community of women. But we have no positive information on that head. But that would matter little."

      "And that abbey," Charles asked, rubbing his beard with a sly look, "you ask me for it as a charity to you and your monks?"

      "Yes, seigneur; since you dispossess us of this one, we solicit indemnity."

      "And what is to become of the present holders of the abbey of Meriadek?"

      "Alack! what we would have become. The will of God be done. Charity begins at home."

      "Yes, provided the will of God turn in your favor. Is the abbey rich?"

      "Seigneur, with the aid of God, we could live there humbly and in seclusion and prayer and with a little privation."

      "Monk, no false pretences! Is that abbey worth more or is it worth less than this one? I wish to know whether it is a cow or a goat I am giving away. If you deceive me, I may some day go back upon my gift. Moreover, you just said you had an exact inventory of the abbey's havings. Come, speak up, you old dotard!"

      "Yes, seigneur," answered the abbot biting his lips and proceeding to look in a drawer among several rolls of parchment for the inventory of the abbey of Meriadek. "Here," said he, producing the document, "you will see from this that the revenues of Meriadek are worth about as much as those that we draw here… We may even, by retrenching upon our good works, by reducing our charities, contribute two hundred gold sous annually to your treasury."

      "You say that rather late," replied Charles turning the leaves of the inventory which did, indeed, accurately set forth the extent and limits of the domain of Meriadek. "Have you parchments to write on? I wish to make the bequest in due form."

      "Yes, seigneur," cried the monk in great glee, running to his trunk and believing himself in full possession of the abbey of Meriadek. "Here is a roll of parchment, gracious seigneur. Be kind enough to dictate the terms of the bequest … unless you prefer to adopt the usual formula."

      Saying this the abbot was about to sit down and take pen in hand, when, pushing СКАЧАТЬ