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"Count, if your whole pack is similarly fitted out, it will rival mine, which I considered matchless." "What flanks! What enormous paws! Ha, Chram, if you only heard their voices, the bellowing of a bull is like the song of a nightingale beside their barking when they are on the tracks of a wild boar. I am justly proud of my dogs."
Oh, Chram, will the Frankish Kings never have the power and the will to reduce to obedience that savage Armorica, that hot-bed of druid idolatry, the only province of Gaul that until now has been able to withstand the arms of King Clovis, your grandfather, and his worthy sons and grandsons?" "Bishop, you have an easygoing way of talking about such matters.
Neroweg, who was one of the first on his knees, unctuously smote his chest; Chram, however, together with his favorites and a few others of his familiars, kept their saddles, hesitating out of pride to follow the bishop's orders. With an imperious gesture and threatening accent the latter cried: "Down on your knees, O King! The King is no more than the slave in the eye of the Almighty.
"Chram, the son of the King of the Franks, arrived there this morning with his bodyguard; we come from the pond where we caught this mess of fish for to-night's supper." "As true as my beard is grey that is a good windfall for a poor man like me. I shall be able to amuse the noble seigneurs exhibiting my bear and monkey to them.
At his left rode his constable; at his right the bishop of Nantes. "Being left with only a few troops, Chram had fled before the superior forces of his father. His plan was to enter Brittany. But he found Kando on guard at the frontier." "Kando is one of the bravest and alertest warriors of Armorica."
"Accompanied by his worthy friend Spatachair the Lion of Poitiers, the renegade Gaul of whom mention is made in the written narrative that I delivered to you, died insane Chram proceeded to Kando's camp and proposed to him that he join his Breton troops to the Franks in order to make head against his father, Clotaire.
"Chram, this is another of your humorous friends, I suppose?" "Yes, count, the most humorous of all the boldest his name is Imnachair." "And my name is Neroweg; I shall ask seigneur Imnachair what will the thief do when he has found the nest and the dove?"
What a beautiful, noble, glorious, luminous sight is that of a longhaired prince, especially when his hair consists of a long tangled mop, that scissors have never touched, such being one of the distinctive attributes of the royal Frankish family. Unfortunately, although still young, Prince Chram, being worn by drunkenness and all manner of enervating excesses, was almost wholly bald.
I have pages, plenty of them. Ha, ha, ha look at the droll fellow with his jacket. Look, Imnachair, how clumsily he carries himself how he grunts for all the world he looks like the Lion of Poitiers in his morning gown, after spending a night with women and wine." "What else should I do, Chram! I consider lost every night that I do not put to use in your style with wine and women."
Neroweg feasted his royal guest Chram at his best. At first he hesitated to take his gold and silver vessels, the fruit of his ravages, out of his coffers and exhibit them on his table. He feared to excite the cupidity of Chram and his favorites, apprehending that the latter would indulge their nature for pilfering, or that the former might make some covetous demand upon him.
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