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Updated: June 12, 2025
There was a moment's pause, in which the dwarf looked into the other's eyes with an intense curiosity or incredulity and then Medallion lifted the little man on to the railing of the veranda, and over the heads and into the hearts of the people there passed, in a divine voice, a song known to many, yet coming as a new revelation to them all: "My mother promised it, O gai, rive le roi!
I go all the time, and Lucette Dargois, she go with me and her brother holy, what an eye had she in her head, that Lucette! As we go we sing a song all right, and there is no one sing so better as Norinne: "'C'est la belle Francoise, Allons gai! C'est la belle Francoise, Qui veut se marier, Ma luron lurette! Qui veut se marier, Ma luron lure! "Ver' good, bagosh!
The first to recover breath was the lady paramount. "Ah, my Lord Prosper le Gai," she said, "in your revenge I see your father's son. Should I not have known? I am at your mercy, my lord. You have struck me hard at last, harder than before, but may be not harder than I deserve." "Madam," said Prosper, "it seems I have struck you harder and nearer than I knew.
Fighting seemed a frolic with him for captain; a frolic, at that, where the only danger was that in being killed outright you would lose a taste of the certain win for your side. For among the High March men there was already a tradition God knows how these things grow that Prosper le Gai and the hooded hawk could not be beaten. He was so cheerful, victory so light a thing.
And far into the night, through silent Cheapside, a rolling voice swelled through much laughter thus: "Gai Ion la, gai le rosier, Du joli mois de Mai." The next day there were heavy heads in London; but the next day, also, a man lay ill in the hut on the island of St. Jean. Antoine had sung his last song.
"Dame," he said civilly, "I must thank you for the great charge you have been at with a certain lady much in both our hearts. No doubt she has spoken to you of Messire Prosper le Gai. Madam, I am he." "As God is great," Falve cried, "I could have sworn the lord of this town was Messire Galors de Born." "And so he was but yesterday," said Galors. "But now I hold it for the Countess Isabel."
Then the Countess went to bed; and at this time Prosper le Gai was also lying in the fringes of Morgraunt, asleep on his shield with his red cloak over him, having learned from a hind whom he met on the hill that at Malbank Saint Thorn he would find hospitality, and that his course must lie in such and such a direction.
O gai, vive le roi! He rides on a white horse, Vive le roi, la reine! He wears a silver sword, Vive Napoleon! "Oh, grand to the war he goes, O gai, vive le roi! Oh, grand to the war he goes, O gai, vive le roi! Gold and silver he will bring, Vive le roi, la reine; And eke the daughter of a king Vive Napoleon!"
The Intendant rose up, and holding a brimming glass in his hand, chanted in full, musical voice a favorite ditty of the day, as a ready mode of restoring harmony among the company: "'Amis! dans ma bouteille, Voila le vin de France! C'est le bon vin qui danse ici, C'est le bon vin qui danse. Gai lon la! Vive la lirette! Des Filettes Il y en aura! Vivent les Filettes!
There came a bright little flourish, and she sang, joyous and blithe as a lark: "Si le roi m'avait honné Paris sa grand'ville, Et qu'il m'eut fallu quitter L'Amour de m'amie; J'aurais dit au Roi Henri Reprenez votre Paris, J'aime mieux m'amie O gai! J'aime mieux m'amie O gai!"
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