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Ogier dismounted and took some steps along the margin of the stream, but was soon stopped by meeting a young beauty, such as they paint the Graces, and almost as lightly attired as they. At the same moment, to his amazement, his armor fell off of its own accord. The young beauty advanced with a tender air, and placed upon his head a crown of flowers.
He folded him in his arms, bathed him with tears, and exclaimed to his barons, "I feel at this moment that Ogier is greater than I." As for Charlot, his base soul felt nothing but the joy of having escaped death; he remained such as he had been, and it was not till some years afterwards he received the punishment he deserved, from the hands of Huon of Bordeaux, as we have seen in a former chapter.
At the sight of Ogier he rose politely and bowed, after which he presented him with a golden bowl full of water and returned to his chair.
Then, with true British grit, he assumed an attitude of boldness, and asked: "Am I compelled to answer that question?" "I am Charles Ogier, chief inspector of the Surete of Monaco, and I press for a reply," answered the other firmly. "And I, Hugh Henfrey, a British subject, at present decline to satisfy you," was the young man's bold response.
Ogier, instead of looking for this libel in Hamburg, where I read it, has the impudence to give credit to the charge, the truth of which could have been ascertained immediately: and he adds, 'This secret we are bound to believe. Your Majesty knows whether I was ever in the Temple, and whether Joseph ever made such an offer to me."
In this way he hoped to quickly put an end to his life without bringing on himself the hostility of the King of Denmark, and other powerful friends of Ogier. He exacted a new oath of Turpin to obey his order strictly.
It is to the corrections which Ogier was at that time enabled to make to the popular narratives of his exploits that we are indebted for the perfect accuracy and trustworthiness of all the details of our own history.
"What rage possesseth thee? And if I give command of the rear to Roland, who, then, shall lead the van?" "There is Ogier the Dane," said Ganelon quickly, "who better?" Still Charlemagne looked darkly at him. He would not that Roland should hear, for well he knew his adventurous spirit. But already Roland had heard.
These names prove that the art had been taught in many cities and countries: Ogier de Gant, Jean de Savoie, Etienne le Hongre, and Roger de Varennes, all suggest a cosmopolitan and dispersed number of workers, who finally all appeared in Paris. René d'Anjou had in his employ a worker in embroidery, named Pierre du Villant.
Ogier caressed him, and the good steed seemed to return his caresses; Ogier mounted him, and Beiffror, proud of carrying his master again, leapt and curvetted with all his youthful vigor. Nothing being now wanted, Charlemagne, at the head of his army, marched forth from the city of Paris, and occupied the hill of Montmartre, whence the view extended over the plain of St.
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