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The night came; the little Touranian, exalted with pride caparisoned with desire, and spurred by his "alacks" and "alases" which nearly choked him, glided like an eel into the domicile of the veritable Queen of the Council for before her bowed humbly all the authority, science, and wisdom of Christianity.
"Where does he comes from?" asked another. "Poor child!" cried Madame, "his mother must be looking for him. Show him his way home." The Touranian, still sensible, gave a movement of delight at the sight of the brocaded bed where the sweet form was about to repose.
The Touranian crossed himself, joined his hands, and said "I make a vow to Monsieur the Saint Eloi, under whose invocation are the silversmiths, to fashion two images of pure silver, with the best workmanship I am able to perform.
"What!" said the Touranian; "has no gallant been tempted by your bright eyes to buy your liberty, as I bought mine from the king?" "It would cost too dear; thus it is those whom at first sight I please, go as they came." "And you have never thought of gaining another country in company of a lover on horseback on a fleet courser?" "Oh yes.
This said man, called the Touranian by the common people, because he had been born in our merry Touraine, had for his true name that of Anseau. In his latter days the good man returned into his own country and was mayor of St. Martin, according to the chronicles of the abbey of that town; but at Paris he was a great silversmith.
As you can imagine, the Touranian treated the queen as a fondly loved woman, and showed her so many terra incognita in love, French fashions, little tendernesses, etc., that she nearly lost her reason through it, and swore that the French were the only people who thoroughly understood love.
The Touranian crossed himself, joined his hands, and said "I make a vow to Monsieur the Saint Eloi, under whose invocation are the silversmiths, to fashion two images of pure silver, with the best workmanship I am able to perform.
Then the good Touranian found green boughs and violets in crowns in his honour; and the principal inhabitants of the quarter were all there, who as a great honour, played music to him, and cried to him, "You will always be a noble man in spite of the abbey."
Then the good Touranian found green boughs and violets in crowns in his honour; and the principal inhabitants of the quarter were all there, who as a great honour, played music to him, and cried to him, "You will always be a noble man in spite of the abbey."
"Where does he comes from?" asked another. "Poor child!" cried Madame, "his mother must be looking for him. Show him his way home." The Touranian, still sensible, gave a movement of delight at the sight of the brocaded bed where the sweet form was about to repose.
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