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The Reverend Spardek and the Hetmari of Jitomir already had begun eating when we arrived. The setting sun threw raspberry lights on the cream-colored mat. "Be seated, gentlemen," said Le Mesge noisily. "Lieutenant de Saint-Avit, you were not with us last evening. You are about to taste the cooking of Koukou, our Bambara chef, for the first time. You must give me your opinion of it."
Think of the cavalier fashion in which Ulysses treated Calypso, Diomedes Callirhoë. What should I say of Theseus and Ariadne? Jason treated Medea with inconceivable lightness. The Romans continued the tradition with still greater brutality. Aenaeus, who has many characteristics in common with the Reverend Spardek, treated Dido in a most undeserved fashion.
At first, he made mistakes. That is how, on his first trips, he brought back old Le Mesge and marabout Spardek. "'What did Antinea say when she saw them? "'Antinea? She laughed so hard that she spared them. Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh was vexed to see her laugh so. Since then, he has never made a mistake. "'He has never made a mistake? "'No.
"Long live the Pope!" he cried, filling the glasses all around. "I assure you that this Bambara worries me," Spardek went on with great dignity. "Do you know what he has come to? He denies transubstantiation. He is within an inch of the heresy of Zwingli and Oecolampades. Koukou denies transubstantiation." "Sir," said Le Mesge, very much excited, "cooks should be left in peace.
"As for Pastor Spardek, I would cheerfully have killed the old skinflint. And the hideous little man with the decorations, the placid printer of labels for the red marble hall, how could I meet him without wanting to cry out in his face: 'Eh! eh! Apocope of kappa, of lamba, of epsilon and of mu. If Morhange were with us, he would tell you many charming erudite things about it. But, alas!
"I tried the most subtle reasoning on Antinea," he continued. "It was breath wasted. 'But, I said at the end of my arguments, 'why not Le Mesge? She began to laugh. 'Why not the Reverend Spardek? she replied. 'Le Mesge and Spardek are savants whom I respect. But
"Ha, ha!" laughed Le Mesge, nudging me with his elbow. "Antinea has respect for the hierarchic order." The Reverend Spardek smiled modestly. "Ha, ha!" laughed Le Mesge again. My glass was empty. For a moment I was tempted to hurl it at the head of the Fellow in History. But what of it? I filled it and emptied it again.
"I have told him often enough to hunt other proselytes and leave our cook alone." "Professor," Spardek began with dignity. "I maintain my contention," cried Le Mesge, who seemed to me to be getting a bit overloaded. "I call the gentleman to witness," he went on, turning to me. "He has just come. He is unbiased.
The sight of it filled me with childish satisfaction. M. Le Mesge stepped forward and introduced us to the two persons who already had taken their places on the mat. "Mr. Spardek," he said; and by that simple phrase I understood how far our host placed himself above vain human titles. The Reverend Mr.
Spardek, of Manchester, bowed reservedly and asked our permission to keep on his tall, wide-brimmed hat. He was a dry, cold man, tall and thin. He ate in pious sadness, enormously. "Monsieur Bielowsky," said M. Le Mesge, introducing us to the second guest. "Count Casimir Bielowsky, Hetman of Jitomir," the latter corrected with perfect good humor as he stood up to shake hands.
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