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And so they were all sentenced to-day?" "The mahl assembled at noon. The King's son and our holy bishop were present. Ronan the Vagre and the hermit-laborer were first put to the torture." "Then they must have denied that they had run the Vagrery, did they?" "No. Ronan, the accursed bandit, on the contrary, boasted that he was a Vagre." "Why, then, the torture?"
Only two of the guests did not join in the spirit of the feast the hermit-laborer and the young female slave who sat near Ronan. As to Ronan, he did ample justice to the repast; but the monk seemed to be absorbed in contemplation as he looked up at the starry vault overhead, and little Odille also dreamed as she contemplated Ronan.
And the girl took both the Vagre's hands, kissed them, and added with tremulous lips: "If those Franks should kill you! "If they should kill me, little Odille?" Saying this the Vagre turned his head towards the hermit, and pointing to him with his eyes added: "Should the Franks kill me, yonder good hermit-laborer will protect you."
Approaching the hermit-laborer and the little girl, both of whom had kept their places as they gazed up at the sky, Ronan said to her in a merry voice: "Will you dance, little Odille? The reel is started; it will last until dawn." The young girl shook her head melancholically, made no answer, and continued to gaze at the sky. "Odille, what is it you are dreaming about as you gaze at the moon?
He prinks in his violet robe of fine woven silk. And what a paunch! One would say there was a barrel under the gown. As to the hermit-laborer all respect for that priest, a worthy disciple of the young man of Nazareth! He is thirty years of age at the most.
"Ronan, I ask no vengeance for myself; in our prison I often said to the good hermit-laborer: 'If ever I should be free again, I shall not return evil for evil." "Yes, sweet child as sweet as pardon. But you need not fear, our father will not kill that man unarmed," answered Loysik. "Will he not kill him, brother? Aye, by the devil!
Already they were seizing the holy man, who now grew paler and trembled in greater terror than the most awe-struck of the mothers who had just been running over with joy, when the monk again interposed to save Cautin from the noose. "The hermit!" cried the mothers and their children. "The hermit-laborer!" "Blessed be you, the friend of the sorrowful!
The hermit-laborer thereupon addressed the bishop, also in Latin: "What you propose to do is an unworthy trick! It is a sacrilegious fraud!" "Hermit, is not everything allowed to the clergy of our holy Church in order to terrify these brutes of Franks into subjection?" "Fraud never is allowed "
Manacled like his brother, whose torture he had shared, the hermit-laborer was seated near Ronan and seemed deeply moved at the tender care that the bishopess bestowed upon the young slave girl. "Die, little Odille," said Ronan, "die, my child. It is better far that you die of the wound which your brave hand inflicted upon yourself, when, a month ago, you thought I was dead.
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