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"Duke of Logreus," says the voice of Dame Anaitis, "do you not think it would be better to retire, before such antics at the door of my bedroom give rise to a scandal?" For Anaitis had half-opened the door of her bedroom, and with a lamp in her hand, was peering out into the narrow stairway.
"I bid you a good morning, Dame Anaitis," said Jurgen. "But the stairways hereabouts are confusing, and I must have lost my way. I was going for a stroll. This is my distant relative Queen Sylvia Tereu, who kindly offered to accompany me. We were going out to gather mushrooms and to watch the sunrise, you conceive." "Messire de Logreus, I think you had far better go back to bed."
He preferred to contemplate rather than share in such festivities: and he now followed his bent with a most exquisite misery, because he considered that never had any other poet occupied a situation more picturesque. By day he was the Duke of Logreus, which in itself was a notable advance upon pawnbroking: after nightfall he discounted the peculiar privileges of a king.
"Then in Cocaigne we are all wise: for that is our religion. But of what are you thinking, Duke of Logreus?" "I was thinking," says Jurgen, "that your eyes are unlike the eyes of any other woman that I have ever seen." Smilingly the dark woman asked him wherein they differed, and smilingly he said he did not know. They were looking at each other warily.
To think of it, now, that you should honor me, as people do saints, with seven candles! Well, I am only mortal, but none the less I am Jurgen, and I shall endeavor to repay this sevenfold courtesy without discount." "Oh, Messire de Logreus," cried Dame Yolande, "but what incomprehensible nonsense you talk! You misinterpret matters, for I can assure you I had nothing of that sort in mind.
Was He the husband of Acharamoth, that degraded Sophia, as the Valentinians aver? or the son of Pantherus, as say the Jews? or Kalakau, as contends Basilides? or was it, as the Docetes taught, only a tinted cloud in the shape of a man that went from Jordan to Golgotha? Or were the Merinthians right? These are a few of the questions, Messire de Logreus, which naturally arise.
They were now maidens by courtesy only, but so tender is the heart of women that they all wept over Graemagog. Yolande was very grateful, and proffered every manner of reward. "But, no, I will take none of these fine jewels, nor money, nor lands either," says Jurgen. "For Logreus, I must tell you, is a fairly well-to-do duchy, and the killing of giants is by way of being my favorite pastime.
"But I have no requirement to be asking your good graces now," said Jurgen, "nor the good will of any man alive that has a handsome daughter or a handsome wife. For now I have the aid of a lad that was very recently made Duke of Logreus: and with his countenance I can look out for myself, and I can get justice done me everywhere, in all the bedchambers of the world."
Still, Jurgen fought a little, now and then, in order to conform to the customs of Glathion: and the Duke of Logreus was widely praised as a very promising young knight. And all the while he fretted because he could just dimly perceive that ideal which was served in Glathion, and the beauty of this ideal, but could not possibly believe in it.
If you had said the Four Evangelists now ! For we were talking of the Four Evangelists, you remember, this morning Oh, but how stupid it is of you, Messire de Logreus, to stand there grinning and looking at me in a way that makes me blush!" "Well, that is easily remedied," said Jurgen, as he blew out the candles, "since women do not blush in the dark." "What do you plan, Messire de Logreus?"
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