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Without saying a word, Neroweg points out to his peers one of the slaves who, motionless, has been holding up a torch at the banquet.
There he sits in full gala on the episcopal bench, decked in sacerdotal garb, and coiffed in the fur cap which count Neroweg left behind when he fled demented out of the banquet hall. Four Vagres assist Ronan. They are odd-looking clerks! Jolly deacons! Among them is Wolf's-Tooth, the giant whose waist a barrel's hoop would hardly encircle. "Brother, are we all together?"
Such are the conquerors whom the priests of Christ fondle, caress, flatter and bless! Seigneur count! Seigneur count Neroweg! Wake up!
"No, to the count's wife!" "Brothers, so as to please all, we shall take both " "Well said, Ronan!" "One of these roads leads to the burg of Count Neroweg, the other to the episcopal villa of Bishop Cautin." "We must carry off both the bishopess and the countess we must pillage both burg and villa!" "With which shall we start? Shall we start with the prelate, or shall we start with the seigneur?
Wilt thou dare deny that thou art guilty of that felony?" "A wonderful council this is, made up of beggars, sacrilegious wretches and slaves, to interrogate a bishop!" "We shall proceed. Thy exalted poverty, in its rage to augment its wealth, conceived this evening, under guise of a miracle, a veritable bandit's trick: thou didst plunder Count Neroweg under pressure of the fear of the devil.
Martin, and according to the formula consecrated in Germany, that, 'if you, Neroweg, count of the city of Clermont in Auvergne, yourself and your leudes, who once stood on the side of the King, my father, will now come over to the side of me, Chram, who propose to constitute myself King over you, and that if I do so constitute myself, I shall make you duke of some great province of your own choice, and shall give you the domains, houses, slaves and treasures of the richest of the seigneurs who may have stood by my father and against me.
"It is this: I have a plan we have in the burg enormous and ferocious mastiffs that we use to hunt wolves and wild boars with. We shall chain the bear to one of the beams of the hall." "And let loose some of your mastiffs against him? The idea is delicious." "Yes, Chram; I want to offer you a royal treat." "Long live Count Neroweg! Come, fetch the dogs!
It was a desperate struggle; it was not merely a fight between soldier and soldier, it was a conflict between two races that were fated foes! My ancestor had a presentiment that the stock of Neroweg would be fatal to ours, and he sought to kill him in order to extinguish his family. Fate willed it otherwise. Alas, my ancestor's forebodings did not deceive him.
The axe did not weigh heavy in his vigorous hand; it swung in the air and fell with a crash upon the forehead of Neroweg, who rolled down upon the grass with his skull cleaved in twain. "Die!" cried Karadeucq with a triumphant air. "The stock of the Terrible Eagle will no longer pursue the stock of Joel!" "You lie, Gallic dog! My stock is not extinct.
I have a son of my second wife at Soissons and my present wife, Godegisele, is with child. My stock will live!" And with a feeble voice, the dying man added: "Hermit laborer, give me paradise my good Bishop Cautin, have pity upon me! Oh, I am going to hell! to hell! the demons!" And Neroweg expired, his face contracted in diabolical terror.
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