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In this land you are stronger than I, but know that as soon as I may I will send you a champion whom you will fear more than you fear me." 'The Sieur de Corasse, who did not heed his words, replied: "Go, do as you will; I fear you as little alive as dead. For all your talk, I will never give up my rights."
'Said Orthon, "That does not concern you." "No," he replied; "but I would gladly see of what form you are." 'Said Orthon, "My form does not concern you. Content you with what I tell you and that my news is true." "Now, as I live," cried the Sieur de Corasse, "I should love you better if I had but seen you."
'I say No, said the Knight. 'What! you saw nothing when you leapt out of bed? 'Yes, said the Lord de Corasse, after having considered awhile, 'I saw two straws, which were turning and playing together on the floor. 'That was myself, said Orthon. "The Knight now desired importunately that Orthon would show himself in his own true shape.
'And in this he said well; for Orthon came no more to the castle of Corasse, and in less than a year its lord himself was dead. NEARLY four hundred years ago, on May 12, 1496, Gustavus Vasa was born in an old house in Sweden. His father was a noble of a well-known Swedish family, and his mother could claim as her sister one of the bravest and most unfortunate women of her time.
The Lord de Corasse called to his servants to set the dogs on the ill-favoured creature, and kill it; but, as the kennel was opened, the sow vanished away, and was never seen afterwards. Then the Lord de Corasse returned pensive to his chamber, fearing that the sow had indeed been Orthon! and truly Orthon never returned more to his bed-side. Within a year, the Knight was dead!"
"Why, you must know that Raymond de Corasse had helped himself to the tithes of a certain Church in Catalonia, whereby the Priest who claimed them said to him, 'Know that I will send thee a champion that thou wilt be more afraid of than thou hast hitherto been of me. Three months after, each night, in the Castle of Corasse, began such turmoil as never was known; raps at every door, and especially that of the Knight as if all the goblins in fairy-land had been let loose.
He glanced down, and the first thing he saw was a sow, larger than any he had ever beheld, but so thin that it seemed nothing but skin and bone. The Sieur de Corasse was troubled at the sight of the pig, and said to his servants: "Set on the dogs, and let them chase out that sow."
"It is enough," spoke the Sieur de Corasse; "and now go, for I fain would sleep." 'So Orthon went; and when it was the third hour next morning the Sieur de Corasse rose and dressed as was his custom, and, leaving his chamber, came out into a gallery that looked into the central court of the castle.
Leave me in peace, I pray you, and take service with me, and I shall be grateful." 'Now, the knight was pleasing to Orthon, so he answered, "Is this truly your will?" "Yes," replied the Sieur de Corasse. "Do no ill unto those that dwell here, and I will cherish you, and we shall be as one." "No," spoke Orthon.
He has not forgotten the day when he saw this dainty young sprig rise up in his golden spurs before his eyes. I know how it is! It is with him as it was with the Lord of Corasse!" "How was that, Thibault?"
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