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Updated: June 15, 2025
"No, to the count's wife!" "Brothers, so as to please all, we shall take both " "Well said, Ronan!" "One of these roads leads to the burg of Count Neroweg, the other to the episcopal villa of Bishop Cautin." "We must carry off both the bishopess and the countess we must pillage both burg and villa!" "With which shall we start? Shall we start with the prelate, or shall we start with the seigneur?
"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!"
I have a son of my second wife at Soissons and my present wife, Godegisele, is with child. My stock will live!" And with a feeble voice, the dying man added: "Hermit laborer, give me paradise my good Bishop Cautin, have pity upon me! Oh, I am going to hell! to hell! the demons!" And Neroweg expired, his face contracted in diabolical terror.
Yielding to his natural inclination for carousal, and delighting in advance at the prospect of seeing Ronan the Vagre, the hermit-laborer and the beautiful bishopess executed on the morrow, Bishop Cautin could hardly keep his seat. He drank, frolicked, bantered and even indulged in sallies of aggressive sarcasm.
Cautin shrugged his shoulders, and addressing the count in the Frankish tongue the prelate spoke the language like any of the barbarians he said: "Are you a Christian and a Catholic? Did you receive holy baptism?" "Bishop Macaire, twenty years ago, ordered me to step naked into the stone tank of his basilica; he then threw a handful of water upon my head and mumbled some Latin words."
"Our King Chram has knelt down, and the impious man, the cause of all the trouble through his sacrilegious threats, he alone refuses obedience!" "The blasphemer will draw a deluge of fire upon our heads!" "My sons, my dear sons!" cried Cautin, who was the only one on foot, as the Lion of Poitiers was the only one on horseback. "Let us prepare for death!
Oh, Prince, I repeat it to you, but for that the eyes of an old man are stingy of tears, mine would flow in torrents at the thought of the damnable error of those unhappy heretics!" "Mountebank, you are a pious man," said Cautin; "kneel down and kiss my hand." "Holy bishop, blessed be the favor you grant me."
According to the newly introduced custom that the Church authorized, the Frankish seigneurs are allowed to keep a priest and chapel in their houses. The clerk has been assigned to Neroweg by Cautin.
"Count," Cautin said to him, "your hospitality comes from an overflowing heart; of that I am certain; but your food is execrable in its abundance; it is all meat and fish, boiled and grilled, served in profusion but without taste; it is a true barbarian's feast, who lives upon his flocks, hunting and fishing; there is not here a single appetite-provoking and delicate dish; we are filled and that is all!
You stand excommunicated in this world and in the next, where you will suffer everlasting tortures!" "Thy 'exalted chastity' answers my question with insults. Seeing that thou refusest to state thy name, I shall answer for thee. Thy name is Cautin " "May my name burn your tongue!"
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