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"You can have some eels." "Oh! we will dispense with the eels," said Chicot. "I think, M. Briquet," replied the cook, "that you would regret it if you had not tasted my eels." "What! are they rarities?" "I nourish them in a particular manner." "Oh, oh!" "Yes," added Gorenflot; "it appears that the Romans or the Greeks I forget which nourished their lampreys as Eusebius does his eels.
But they do not say what blood, and I wager that it is not the blood of heretics it abhors. And then another argument; I said, 'the church; but are we the church? Brother Monsoreau, who spoke so well just now, has, I doubt not, his huntsman's knife in his belt. Brother la Huriere manages the spit; I, myself, who speak to you I, Jacques Gorenflot, have carried the musket in Champagne.
"To the mass!" cried Gorenflot, drinking it off. Chicot remembered the porter looking at the hands of the monks, and said "Then, if you show this to the porter " "I enter." "Without difficulty?" "As this wine into my stomach." And the monk absorbed a new dose. "And you pronounce your discourse?" "And I pronounce my discourse. I arrive do you hear? The assembly is numerous and select.
"Not these herbs, they are not nice." Chicot, seizing the plate, threw it after the water, and then cried, "Maitre Claude." The host appeared. "M. Claude, bring me two bottles of your Romanee, which you call so good." "Why two bottles," said Gorenflot, "as I do not drink it?" "Oh! if you did I would have four or six, but if I drink alone, two will do for me."
"If you wish to stay behind and travel at your ease, you are welcome." "No, no!" cried Gorenflot, in terror; "no, no, M. Chicot; I love you too much to leave you!" "Then to your saddle at once." Gorenflot got on his ass this time sideways, as a lady sits, saying it was more comfortable; but the fact was that, fearing they were to go faster, he wished to be able to hold on both by mane and tail.
"I remember," said Gorenflot; "he is a little fat man who comes here sometimes and drinks well." "I forget his name," said Borromée. "I know it," said a monk who was standing by. "It is Bussy Leclerc." "Ah! a good sword," said Chicot. Jacques reiterated his request. "I cannot teach you," said Chicot. "I taught myself by reflection and practice; and I advise you to do the same."
"It is the city where we breakfast, that is enough for you. Now, I am going down to pay the bill, and if you are not ready in five minutes, I go without you." A monk's toilet takes not long; however, Gorenflot took six minutes, and when he came down Chicot was starting.
The prior struck a bell, and when the servant appeared said, "Let Brother Jacques come here, and also our messenger." Ten minutes after both appeared at the door. "Jacques," said Gorenflot, "I give you a special mission." "Me!" cried the young man, astonished. "Yes, you are to accompany M. Robert Briquet on a long journey." "Oh!" cried he, enthusiastically, "that will be delightful.
"Well, kill him," said Chicot quietly, "and we will buy another." All at once Chicot, on arriving at the top of a hill, reined in his horse suddenly. But the ass, having once taken it into his head to gallop, was not so easily stopped, and Gorenflot was forced to let himself slide off and hang on to the donkey with all his weight before he could stop him.
"Drunkard, indeed!" "Yes; but come here and speak seriously, if you can." "What is it now?" "It is, that you never think of the duties of your profession, that you wallow in greediness and drunkenness, and let religion go where it pleases." Gorenflot looked astonished. "I!" he gasped. "Yes, you; you are disgraceful to see; you are covered with mud; you have been drunk in the streets."
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