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Then, while weeping for the decease of her good chamber woman, the countess sent for the laundress, made her leave her tubs and join her in rummaging the bag of good tricks, wishing to save Savoisy, even at the price of her future salvation. First of all the two women determined to let him know their lord and master's suspicion, and beg him to be careful.
You have given me a lieutenant." "Indeed!" "Who is he?" "It is not Savoisy, and I will never say the name of a man that I don't know." Thereupon the constable rose, took his wife by the arm to cut her speech with a blow of the sword, but she, casting upon him an imperial glance, cried "Kill me if you will, but touch me not."
They met their master arriving in great haste at the postern, because on their side the archers of the quay had whistled to him afar off, saying to him "The Sire de Savoisy has passed in." And indeed Savoisy had come at the appointed hour, and like all the lovers, thinking only of his lady, he had not seen the count's spies and had slipped in at the postern.
And the poor chevalier, in saying this, gave her one glance to suffice for all the time he would have been able to look at her through the long days. Hearing these brave and loving words, Bonne rose suddenly. "Ah! were it not for Savoisy, how I would love thee!" said she. "Alas! my fate is then accomplished," replied Boys-Bourredon.
The high constable of Armagnac espoused from the desire of a great fortune, the Countess Bonne, who was already considerably enamoured of little Savoisy, son of the chamberlain to his majesty King Charles the Sixth.
Then, while weeping for the decease of her good chamber woman, the countess sent for the laundress, made her leave her tubs and join her in rummaging the bag of good tricks, wishing to save Savoisy, even at the price of her future salvation. First of all the two women determined to let him know their lord and master's suspicion, and beg him to be careful.
The same flame leaped in their hearts, the same harmony had struck for both, they embraced each other with a rapture in the delicious excess of that mad fever which you know well I hope; they fell into a profound forgetfulness of the dangers of Savoisy, of themselves, of the constable, of death, of life, of everything.
And indeed M. d'Armagnac appeared very soon with a head in his hand, and putting it all bloody on the mantleshelf, "Behold, Madame," said he, "a picture which will enlighten you concerning the duties of a wife towards her husband." "You have killed an innocent man," replied the countess, without changing colour. "Savoisy was not my lover."
"What is the matter?" said she. "Madame," asked the man of quick execution, "this child, is he the fruit of my loins, or those of Savoisy, your lover?" At this question Bonne turned pale, and sprang upon her son like a frightened frog leaping into the water. "Ah, he is really ours," said she. "If you do not wish to see his head roll at your feet confess yourself to me, and no prevarication.
Now the lovely Countess, as soon as she was grafted on the constable, only nibbled more eagerly at the love with which her heart was laden for the aforesaid Savoisy, which that gentleman clearly perceived.
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