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Updated: June 15, 2025
"But always living free, old Simon. Yes, free! free! instead of leading a slave's life under the whip of some Frankish master or some bishop! Join us, Simon!" "I am too old for that!" "Do you not hate your master, Bishop Cautin, and the whole seigniory?" "One time I was young, rich and happy. The Franks invaded Touraine, my native country.
"Resignation, misery and sorrow here below, everlasting reward above otherwise as everlasting and frightful tortures!" cried Cautin. "The Church so decrees; it is the law of God!" "Blasphemer! Your words are like those of the impostor physicians who pretend that man was born for fevers, the pest and ulcers, and not for health!"
"And from the heavens above you will throw your blessings upon us, great and good St. Cautin!" "Bishop, do you hear these poor old women? You sowed, now you are harvesting. Come, my Vagres, draw the rope!" Once more the hermit interposed in order to protect the prelate. At that moment the Vagres who were on the carts were heard crying: "The leudes! The Frankish warriors!"
But his bold words caused most of those who heard them to shudder; the royal suite as well as the leudes of the count looked scandalized. Even Chram himself looked shocked at the audacity of his favorite. Cautin took in the scene at a glance.
They were emptying cup upon cup. The count's leude had returned to the burg in quest of the pretty blonde slave girl. While waiting for him, Bishop Cautin, hardly able to contain himself for the joy that he anticipated in the possession of the girl whom he coveted, had returned to his seat at the table.
All prisoners yes, they were all taken to the burg of the Frankish count, while Bishop Cautin, carrying with him his gold and silver vases, regained Clermont followed by a pious crowd of slaves who cried on his passage: "Glory to our holy bishop! Glory to the blessed Cautin! Hosanna!" The burg of Count Neroweg is situated in the center of a space once occupied by a fortified Roman camp.
There was another grave apprehension that weighed upon Cautin's mind. He was in great fear that the audacious example of Chram and his friends might shake the naïve and fruitful credulity of Neroweg, from which Cautin drew much profit by the cultivation and exploitation of the devil.
"It is a Breton name," said Bishop Cautin; "it is one of the names common in those heretical and cursed regions that to this hour stubbornly resist the authority and orders of our councils.
"Oh! how I regret that they have not a thousand members to burn and hack to pieces in order to expiate the death of our companions in arms whom they killed in the fastness!" "Will you have them tried here, count?" "No no they shall be tried at Clermont. Bishop Cautin insists upon his jurisdiction over them. Oh!
Bishop Cautin, on the other hand, will be leaning with both his elbows on a table, and face to face with a bowl of old wine and one of his favorite boon companions, cracking jokes." "First to the count; he will be in bed." "Brothers, let us first call on the bishop; he will be found up; there is more sport in surprising a prelate at his wine than a seigneur at his snores." "Well said, Ronan!
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