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Updated: June 12, 2025
Clive is full of humour, and I enclose you a rude scrap representing the Bishopess of Clapham, as she is called, the other figure is a rude though entertaining sketch of some other droll personage. "Lieutenant-Colonel Newcome, etc." V. "My Dear Colonel; The Rev.
We gathered in a semi-circle before him; many of the women who joined us in running the Vagrery sat down at his feet on the grass. Odille and the bishopess were foremost among these.
In all Vagrery there is no Vagre more Vagre than myself for a life of adventures; nevertheless, were some unforeseen accident to cast the bishopess and myself in some solitary corner of the earth, I believe I would live there quietly with her ten, twenty, a hundred years! You surely take me for a fool, old Karadeucq, or better yet for a ninny, seeing that I weep and act stupidly!
Which is to be preferred, the wife of a Frankish count or a bishopess?" "A bishopess smells of holy water the bishop blesses; a count's wife smells of wine the count, her husband, drinks himself drunk." "Wolf's-Tooth, it is exactly the contrary: the wily prelate drinks the wine, and leaves the water to the stupid Frank." "Ronan is right!" "To the devil with the holy water, and long live wine!"
Up, my Vagres! Up! The sun is high! We have in these carts still much booty left to be distributed on our way. Let us proceed, little Odille and beautiful bishopess! Let us pillage the seigneurs, and give freely to the poor! Let us keep only just enough to feast upon to-night in the fastness of Allange under the dome of the stately old oak trees. On the march!
"My Vagre," put in at this juncture the bishopess passing her slender fingers through the waivy hair of the young man, and placing her lips upon her lover's mouth, "is it not better to proceed to yonder worlds than to remain and live in this world of horrors?" "Aye, horrible horrible is this world," cried the hermit-laborer with profound grief and indignation. "Oh!
And executed to-morrow!" "As true as the remembrance of the bishopess sets my heart aflame, the torture of to-day, the executions of to-morrow, the arrival of that Chram with his armed men all these events upset our plans.
The bishopess can wrap herself up in the coat of the Master of the Hounds; she will have no difficulty in safely crossing the crowd in the midst of the general tumult." The wise advice of the father of Loysik and Ronan was carried out successfully from point to point. By the faith of a Vagre, beautiful was the spectacle of the vast Frankish burg enveloped in and consumed by the flames!
During this doubly terrible struggle not only did the mastiff's bite cause the Vagre an intense pain, but he ran at every instant the risk of being cut to pieces, together with Karadeucq, if, by the slightest accident, he but betrayed himself; the lover of the bishopess remained true to his ursine role; he emitted no sound other than a few muffled grunts.
"Brothers, we but follow the example of our glorious new masters the Frankish kings, dukes and counts; they kill, we massacre; they pillage, we steal; they lay waste, we burn down. Death to the seigniory!" "Sad are the times in which we live!" said the bishopess as she unloosened her long black tresses to the wind.
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