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Updated: June 6, 2025
And now to the wine, beer and venison! While we wait for the man, his bear and monkey, let us empty the pots in honor of the good King Chram and of Neroweg! To the assault of the victuals!" The iron lamp that swung under the vaulted entrance of the antique ergastula lighted up the group of Franks eating, laughing and drinking at the entrance.
Finally reassured by the first peep of day a time that bars out the demons you fell asleep on your couch, furnished with bear-skins, the trophies of the chase. Seigneur count Neroweg, awake!
Neroweg had expected to fall unperceived upon the Vagres. There was, however, not a soul in sight except the slave who now ran towards him crying: "Seigneur, the impious Vagres who sacked the villa of our holy bishop have fled into the forest." Neroweg raised his long sword and with one blow cut off the slave's head: "Dog! You deceived me! You were in conspiracy with the Vagres!"
"I know I know they want to drive me to exhibit my gold and silver wares, many a piece of which they will purloin. But I am on my guard." "Neroweg, blood may yet flow before evening if the insolent fellows do not desist from their impertinencies. Our patience is near the end of its tether."
Is it the brilliant army which you lead at your heels that makes you so audacious?" queried the Prince's favorite, nodding towards Neroweg's ramshackle leudes. "If that band is up to its looks, we are lost!" Two or three of the count's leudes who had been drawing nearer, and heard the insolent jokes of Chram's favorite grumbled aloud in angry accents: "We do not like to see Neroweg bantered!"
A voice was heard saying: "Is that you, Ronan?" "I and mine. Lead, Simon, you good servant of the episcopal villa! Lead on, we follow." "We shall have to wait." "Why delay?" "Count Neroweg is still with the bishop, with his leudes." "All the better! We shall capture a fox and a wild-boar at once! A superb hunt!" "The count has with him twenty-four well armed leudes." "We are thirty!
Having, together with his three favorites, done honor to the count's repast, Chram said to Neroweg: "Take me to a place where we can talk privately. You surely have some secret chamber where you keep your treasure let us closet ourselves there." Neroweg seemed in no haste to comply. Doubtlessly he was not over-anxious to introduce the son of his King into the secret retreat.
"It is the everlasting fire," said the bishop rising and striking a threatening attitude, while the count, dropping on both his knees, hid his face in his hands. "Ah! You asked me where hell was, impious, blaspheming brute!" "Father! Good father have pity upon me!" "Do you hear those underground cries? It is the devils; they are coming for you. Listen! Do you hear them cry: 'Neroweg! Neroweg!
"Finally, in order to complete the scene, I just learn that a mountebank with a dancing bear and a monkey has been let into the burg. Neroweg proposed the amusement to King Chram, and the steward issued orders to admit the man and his animals in the banquet hall. They were sent for amid the shouts of glee of the whole convivial party. I want to go back quick and share the sport." "Happy Sigefrid!
But there is no mention made of my poor brother's death." "Before broaching that subject, uncle, I should inform you of what happened after the burning down of the burg of Neroweg. "The complete success of our raid threw the Franks and bishops of the region into consternation.
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