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"Consequently, at this hour of the night, midnight, the hour of the Vagres, Count Neroweg must be full as a tick, and snoring in his bed; his wife or some concubine, lying beside him, must be dreaming with eyes wide open.
"A miracle!" "Our holy bishop has seen the face of the Lord! Hosanna!" "St. Cautin," cried up Neroweg, "you will protect me, dear patron saint, my dear father in Christ! Will you not bless your son?" "Yes, I will bless you provided always you prostrate yourself before the bishop of the Lord, and you enrich the Church!"
Amen." "And I, Neroweg, count of the city of Clermont in Auvergne, swear on these Gospels, by the indivisible Trinity and the great St.
Amen!" Neroweg and a few of the leudes rose upon their knees open-mouthed. As they did so they perceived two bearded Vagres with their bows between their teeth crawling like serpents along a large branch in order to reach a spot from which, skilful archers that they were, they could take deliberate aim at their foes and nail them to the sod.
You wish to steal my gold necklace!" cried Neroweg, thinking only of defending his jewelry, and concluding from the gesture of his adversary that the latter's purpose was to rob him. "I was right to place my gold and silver vessels out of the clutches of all of you thievish palace cubs." "He calls us all thieves! To your swords, men of the royal bodyguard! Let us avenge our honor!
The dogs! the dogs! Neroweg alone commands here." "Yes, and to the devil with the King!" cried Sigefrid. "The devil take Chram if he opposes our enjoyment! We are masters here." "Only brutes of rustics send their guest to the devil when he is the son of their King," put in the Lion of Poitiers with a threatening air. "Is that the example in courtesy that you set to your men, Neroweg?
"Neroweg, your wife will tell you all about it, after we shall have discovered the belle we shall put our hands on that treasure as surely as I am the Lion of Poitiers." "And I," cried Neroweg, "as surely as I am the King's count in this country of Auvergne, shall kill like a dog or a prowling fox whomever would attempt the role of a lion in my house!" "Oh, oh, count, you hold bold language!
Here, my men, have that ferocious bear immediately disemboweled with your boar spears and iron bars!" The count's imprecations were drowned by the frantic shouts of the rest of the audience, who, themselves more disinterested than Neroweg in the course that the combat was taking, applauded the bear's valor and awaited the issue of the struggle with anxious curiosity.
"Yes, madam, it is his step." "Oh, I am afraid remain near me!" It was Neroweg. His latest libations had thrown him into a state of almost complete intoxication. He stepped into his wife's apartment with a drunken man's unsteady foot. At the sight of their master, all the slaves rose timidly. As to Godegisele, she was in such a tremor that she was hardly able to rise from her stool.
"Accordingly your mahl is to be convened within two hours in order to proceed to the trial." "Within two hours it will be in session." "Adieu, Neroweg, count of the city of Clermont but duke to be of Touraine, and one of the richest and most powerful seigneurs, made such by the friendship of Chram, King of all Gaul, after the death of his father and all his brothers! Adieu!"
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