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Steeped in ignorance and blindness!" exclaimed Ronan. "Do you care for the life of your bishop?" "We would undergo a thousand deaths for his sake!" "Oh! Pious women!" cried Cautin ecstatically. "What a superb part of paradise will not be yours! And now, until the day of eternal life come, I give you absolution for all your past sins, and all the future ones that you may commit."
The deed of the donation was signed and duly witnessed by the bishop's servant and one of the count's leudes. It provided that Neroweg, count of the King of Auvergne and the city of Clermont, donated to the Church, represented by Cautin, and in remission of his sins, a hundred acres of meadow land, twenty gold sous, and a spinner female slave, fifteen years old, named Odille.
Cautin, being a man of extraordinary ability, saw his opportunity to strike a master blow. Being in the habit of closely watching the weather and of observing the premonitions of the storms that are so sudden and of frequent occurrence in mountainous countries, he, as well as so many other priests, utilized his weather-wisdom to frighten the simple-minded.
"Monk, you are right!" said Cautin to him in a low voice. "You will not leave me alone in their hands? You will protect me against the Philistines?" "It is my duty to render these people better than they are." "Better! The sacrilegious scoundrels, who pillaged my villa, stole my beautiful goblets, my vases and all my money "
"Bishop, what magic is this? Come to my help!" "Oh, Lord God! You have heard the voice of your unworthy servant!" said Cautin clasping his hands and falling upon his knees. "You wish to manifest yourself to this barbarian!" And turning his head toward Neroweg: "You asked where hell was? Look at your feet see the abyss see that sea of flames, all ready to engulf you!"
He will not consent to let the fellow free." "Cautin will console himself over the Vagre's escape by seeing the bishopess roast, and the hermit-laborer hang." "But suppose the Vagre promises to commit the murder but fails in carrying out his part of the bargain?" "And the twenty gold sous that he will surely expect to receive after the murder is committed?"
They slew my wife after violating her; they dashed my little girl's head against the wall; they pillaged my house; they sold me into slavery, and from master to master, I have finally fallen into the hands of Bishop Cautin.
A recluse in the city, a recluse in the country by the orders of my lord and master, my husband, Bishop Cautin, who spends his time in the women's part of the house among my female slaves, whom the profligate debauches while pleading the canons of the councils that, he says, order him to live chastely with his wife such is my life my sad life!
This additional phenomenon added to the terror of Neroweg and his leudes; the whole troop threw themselves down flat upon their faces and murmured in their fright: "Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Have mercy upon us! Oh Lord, turn Your wrath from us!" And what was it that actually tumbled down from the tree? It was Bishop Cautin, and his was the voice that had sounded from on high.
Already they were seizing the holy man, who now grew paler and trembled in greater terror than the most awe-struck of the mothers who had just been running over with joy, when the monk again interposed to save Cautin from the noose. "The hermit!" cried the mothers and their children. "The hermit-laborer!" "Blessed be you, the friend of the sorrowful!
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