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"Oh, Kervan," Ronan the Vagre proceeded after a short respite, "it almost looks as if these Frankish Kings and all their family are predestined to become the subjects of horror to the whole world. I shall now narrate to you the manner of Chram's death.
At the moment when, carried on the shoulders of the two slaves, Ronan passed before the seigniorial mansion, which was entirely built of frame and shingled with oaken laths, he saw the flaming roof, which had for some little time been supported by large charred beams, fall in with the rattle of thunder and dash itself against the foundation of volcanic rocks.
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.
Persevere in your holy horror for sacrilege!" the bishop cried to the three kneeling women. "You will enter paradise and will hear the seraphim play on the harp before the Lord, while they sing His praises!" "My Vagres!" again Ronan called out. "A rope! Let the hypocritical babbler be strung up high and dry! It is evident that he has made up his mind to hang!"
"Ronan said it old Gaul is on fire let us dance and drink upon the ruins let us make love on the ashes of the palaces and upon the extinguished coals of the episcopal villas that we turned into bonfires!" "Oh, great bishop! Oh, great St. Remi!
A few who escaped the sword and others who were too severely wounded to flee remained prisoners in the hands of Neroweg. Ronan, the Vagre, was among the latter. The superiority of arms prevailed over mere courage. And Loysik? And little Odille? And the bishopess?
The Vagres themselves numbered about a dozen excellent archers, others were armed with axes, iron maces, pikes, swords and scythes with the blades turned outward. At the first cry of alarm, the brave fellows gathered around Ronan and the hermit. Should battle be engaged with the leudes? Was it better to flee before them and await a better opportunity for an offensive stroke?
It is difficult to understand why Captain Heald, in such an emergency, omitted the usual form of calling a council of war with his officers. It can only be accounted for by the fact of a want of harmonious feeling between himself and one of his junior officers Ensign Ronan, a high-spirited and somewhat overbearing, but brave and generous young man.
Gaston recognised them, and caught his breath with wonder and confusion. "Who has sent them?" Delia said to the servant. "They come from the Chateau Ronan, mademoiselle." Delia dismissed the servant. "The Chateau Ronan?" she asked of Gaston. "Where I am living." "It is not necessary to speak of this?" She flushed. "Not at all. I will have them sent back.
"What spectacle is that to be, my friends?" "The four people who were sentenced to-day will be executed Ronan the Vagre, the hermit-laborer, a renegade monk who joined the Vagrery; a little female slave, their accomplice; and the bishopess, an accursed witch; they say she once was the wife of our blessed bishop Cautin." "Oh, have they been capturing Vagres in this region, my friends?
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