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Messire Thibault sought of his host if there was any convent of nuns in those parts where a lady might repose her. The host made answer to him, "Sir, you are served to your wish. Just beyond the walls is a right fair religious house, with many holy women." On the morrow Messire Thibault went to this house, and heard Mass.
"Dictus des Cahyeus est fortis operator crochetorum," says Tabary's interrogation, "sed dictus Petit-Jehan, ejus socius, est forcius operator." But the flower of the flock was little Thibault; it was reported that no lock could stand before him; he had a persuasive hand; let us salute capacity wherever we may find it.
Messire Thibault dwelt with the lady, and had of her two sons, who in later days were worthy gentlemen of great worship. The son of the Count of Ponthieu, of whom we have spoken much and naught but good, died shortly after, to the grief of all the land. The Count of St. Pol was yet alive; therefore the two sons of my lord Thibault were heirs to both these realms, and attained thereto in the end.
She came close to him and took him by the shoulders. Their eyes were on a level. He was a strong man, but she was the stronger then. "Marcel Thibault," she said, "do you love me?" "My faith," he gasped, "I do. You know I do." "Then listen," she continued; "this is what you are going to do. You are going down to the shore at once to make ready the big canoe.
It referred to an adulterous husband, a pottery dealer in Rue Paradis, Monsieur Vauthier, the lover of a singer at a rather notorious café-concert, named Léa Thibault. The wife had demanded a separation. Adrienne had just read the pleadings. "Poor woman!" she said. "She must have suffered, indeed." Sulpice did not reply. "Do you know that if that were my case, I could never forgive you?"
"Sir," said Messire Thibault, "nought so certain is the thing as it will be if the Lady shall bear witness thereto with her very body." "Thibault," said the Count, "knowest thou who was the knight?" "Sir," said Messire Thibault, "yet again I pray thee that thou acquit me of naming the knight to whom this adventure betid: know of a verity that in naming him lieth no great gain."
The Knight debated with himself, whether to let him perceive that he was recognized; and deciding to watch his conduct, he asked by what name to address him. "Thibault Sanchez," replied Le Borgne Basque, giving his real name, which he might safely do, as it was not known to above two men in the whole Duchy of Aquitaine.
I know well, Messire Thibault, that you are a hardy knight, and I will pray the Soudan to take you with him. If ever you were brave, now is the time to make it plain. See to it that you do him such service that he have no grievance against you." The lady departed forthwith, and coming before the Soudan, said, "Husband, one of my captives desires greatly to go with you, if such be your pleasure."
Of all the French Crusaders, however, none were so foolishly insolent as Robert, Count of Artois, brother of King Louis. From a boy the French prince had been remarkable for the ferocity of his temper, and had early signalised himself by throwing a cheese at the face of his mother's chivalrous admirer, Thibault of Champagne.
One grief he had, that there was no heir of his body; but a sister was his, a prudent woman and a passing good gentlewoman, who was dame of Dommare in Ponthieu. This lady had a son, Thibault by name, who was heir to this County of St. Pol, but he was a poor man so long as his uncle lived. He was a prudent knight, valiant and skilled with the spear, noble and fair.
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