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"In the underground prison of the burg." "I hope that there is no chance of the accursed people escaping!" "As to Ronan the Vagre and the hermit-laborer, even if they were free, they could not walk a step, their feet are all blistered." "Oh, I forgot that, my friends." "Besides, the ergastula is made of bricks and Roman cement. The walls are as hard as rocks.
By the Terrible Eagle, my ancestor who skinned his prisoners alive, the Vagre, the hermit-laborer and the witch shall be submitted to frightful tortures. But they do not concern us this evening. When I mentioned to you the prisoners in the ergastula, my good leudes, what I meant to say was that we have there one of my domestic slaves who is charged with larceny by the cook slave.
"What spectacle is that to be, my friends?" "The four people who were sentenced to-day will be executed Ronan the Vagre, the hermit-laborer, a renegade monk who joined the Vagrery; a little female slave, their accomplice; and the bishopess, an accursed witch; they say she once was the wife of our blessed bishop Cautin." "Oh, have they been capturing Vagres in this region, my friends?
"My Vagre," put in at this juncture the bishopess passing her slender fingers through the waivy hair of the young man, and placing her lips upon her lover's mouth, "is it not better to proceed to yonder worlds than to remain and live in this world of horrors?" "Aye, horrible horrible is this world," cried the hermit-laborer with profound grief and indignation. "Oh!
Yielding to his natural inclination for carousal, and delighting in advance at the prospect of seeing Ronan the Vagre, the hermit-laborer and the beautiful bishopess executed on the morrow, Bishop Cautin could hardly keep his seat. He drank, frolicked, bantered and even indulged in sallies of aggressive sarcasm.
"How often has he not taken in the field the hoe of one of our exhausted companions, and himself finished the task of the slave in order to save him from the keeper's whip!" "One day, as I was pasturing the sheep that I had in charge, two lambs went astray. The hermit-laborer looked for them until he found them and was able to bring them back to me. Blessed be he for his charity."
"I decline, seigneur bishop, to aid in the accomplishment of such a sacrilegious knavery," the hermit-laborer answered in Latin, "but if I reveal your trick to that barbarian he will put you to death! I shall not be the means of your death. God will one day judge you! In the meantime I shall raise my voice against your unworthy comedies." "What!
The hermit-laborer, who had until then kept himself concealed in the shadow under one of the vaults of the chapel. As he spoke he stepped into the light and stood before the Vagres and the slaves who were venting their rage. "The hermit-laborer!" cried the slaves with touching respect. "The friend of the poor, of the meek and the oppressed!" "The consoler of those who weep!"
Propagate that doctrine among your brothers, and the end will be reached without the spilling of blood." Saying this the hermit-laborer relapsed into his previous silent revery. "Twice have I camped on the trail of that last king of Auvergne king by the grace of pillage and massacre," said Ronan, "and both times I failed to catch him.
We have in the ergastula, loaded with chains, first of all, Ronan the Vagre and the hermit-laborer; they are now both nearly healed of their wounds; then we have the little blonde slave, she is not yet well, she still seems to be at death's door; besides that, we have the handsome bishopess she is not wounded but is possessed of the devil ".
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