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"And if I should not live to see her again, I would have her know that my thoughts have been constantly of her." "Is not this Khawadji a caitiff knight of France? He does not seem like a Moor." The Norman nodded. "He is Garin de Biterres, a miscreant of Guienne. My brother balked him in some villainy years ago. He took me for Walter when he saw me, and let it out.
"There is some consolation for not catching Biterres," he observed to Ranulph later, "in getting a cook like that little man. He deserves something, truly, for giving you the information he did. And then, we are rid of Garin for good now. He will never come back to Auvergne. "You should have seen that Norman madman when your message came.
I had just finished breakfast with my old friend Georges Garin when the servant handed him a letter covered with seals and foreign stamps. Georges said: "Will you excuse me?" "Certainly." And so he began to read the letter, which was written in a large English handwriting, crossed and recrossed in every direction.
In the eyes of a feudal knight, it may be added, the beauty of a horse competed, often successfully, with the beauty of a woman. In Girbers de Metz, two knights, Garin and his cousin Girbert, ride by a window at which sits a beautiful girl with the face of a rose and the white flesh of a lily. "Look, cousin Girbert, look! By Saint Mary, a beautiful woman!"
I do not comprehend the details of your American orders of merit," said the big sad-voiced man courteously. "But I should have been proud to meet her." "May I tell her that?" asked the Bonnie Lassie eagerly. "By all means when I am gone." Again I felt the smile that must be in the eyes. "But there were others here, not so friendly to the little Garin. That is true, is it not?"
"Look up, cousin Gilbert," says Garin, "look. By our lady, what a handsome dame!" "Oh," answers Gilbert, "what a handsome creature my steed is! I never saw anything so lovely as this maiden with her fair skin and dark eyes. I never knew any steed that could compare with mine." And so on, while Gilbert still refuses to look up at the beautiful daughter of Anséis.
"Not in assignats," La Boulaye promised her, "but in coin." And having mollified her somewhat with that assurance, he proceeded to urge her to admit them. Yonder was a shed where the horses could be stabled for the night. But still the woman demurred. "I lack the room," she said, with some firmness. "But at least," put in Garin, "you could house the Citizen here.
But, as suddenly, Garin caught his arms from behind and held him fast. "Remove them both," La Boulaye commanded. "Place them in safety for the night, and see that they do not escape you, Garin, as you value your neck." Des Coudax shut his snuff-box with a snap. "For my part, I am ready, Monsieur your pardon Citizen," he said, "and I shall give you no trouble.
Here an infant of five months old, on beholding the strange beast, uttered a cry and exclaimed, "Rise up, Jean Garin, God has pardoned thee." Then, to the amazement of all, the beast arose and spoke in a human tongue. Happily the story is no more true than that the image was made by S. Luke. It is an old Greek story of S. James the Penitent, with the penance of Nebuchadnezzar tacked on to it.
They halted. Garin dismounted and came to the Deputy's side, and it was found that his condition was none so grave after all, for he was able to stand unaided. When, however, he attempted to walk, he reeled, and would of a certainty have fallen, but that Garin put out his arm to support him. "Steady there, Citizen," the corporal admonished him. "Get my horse!" he commanded briefly.
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