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Steeped in ignorance and blindness!" exclaimed Ronan. "Do you care for the life of your bishop?" "We would undergo a thousand deaths for his sake!" "Oh! Pious women!" cried Cautin ecstatically. "What a superb part of paradise will not be yours! And now, until the day of eternal life come, I give you absolution for all your past sins, and all the future ones that you may commit."
The leudes of Count Neroweg are approaching! To arms! To arms!" Awakened from her restful sleep by the tumult and hearing the cries of the Vagres, little Odille screamed with terror as she threw herself on the neck of Ronan: "Count Neroweg! Save me!" "Fear not, poor child!"
"There will not be one of them left alive to carry you back!" "Ronan, no imprudence!" said the hermit. "These horsemen may be only a scouting party riding ahead of a numerous troop. Send out scouters against scouters; keep the bulk of your men in reserve and have them entrench themselves behind the wagons." "Monk, you are right. You talk like an experienced soldier. You must have made war?"
"That is just what the son of the King said. He thought that the torture had no purpose with Ronan. He opposed it strongly." "But our holy bishop," explained the other slave, "declared that a truth extracted by torture was doubly certain, it being in the nature of a judgment of God. Thereupon no one raised any further objection, and matters took their course."
He bound Iollan to return the lady if there should be occasion to think her unhappy, and Iollan agreed to do so. The sureties to this bargain were Caelte mac Ronan, Goll mac Morna, and Lugaidh. Lugaidh himself gave the bride away, but it was not a pleasant ceremony for him, because he also was in love with the lady, and he would have preferred keeping her to giving her away.
As soon as the two slaves disappeared from sight, the bear raised himself on his legs, pulled off his head, dashed it on the road, and cried: "Blood and massacre! They are to burn my beautiful bishopess to-morrow! And Ronan, our brave Ronan, he also is to be executed! Shall we allow that, Karadeucq?" "I shall avenge my sons or shall die beside them! O Loysik! O, Ronan! Tortured! Tortured!
The Vagres of Ronan are ever faithful to the sacred commandments of the Vagrery: "Let us take from the rich and give to the poor. The Vagre who preserves a sou for the morrow ceases to be a Vagre, a 'Wolf's-head, a 'wand'ring man. He ever divides the booty of the previous evening among the poor, so that he be compelled to pillage fresh renegade bishops, and Frankish oppressors of old Gaul.
Contrary to their wont, they did not rise with the day. With the impressions of his family history fresh upon his mind, Ronan visited next morning the environs of the house.
Huge logs of beech and oak burn in the fireplace, seeing that outside the cold is intense. While each pursues his work in silence they cast from time to time inquisitive looks at Ronan, the Vagre son of the Bagauder. "Uncle," says Ronan, "did you read through the narrative that I gave you yesterday?" "Yes, and all the rest of us here assembled heard it read.
Yesterday I was a slave as yourselves, to-day I am free! Take, sisters!" "Take and make merry, dear women; and may your little ones never be torn from you!" said Odille as she also gave a hand in the distribution of the booty. And she wiped her eyes as she exclaimed: "How good Ronan, the Vagre, is to the poor!" "Blessings upon you!" cried the poor mothers, weeping for joy.
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