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Updated: June 8, 2025
Your father preserved as a family tradition an ardent and sacred love for Gaul. He strove to cause his son's heart to beat proudly at the grand recollections of the past, to exasperate him against the Franks, and some day to take him along to run the Vagrery with him. But Loysik, who was of a quiet and rather retiring disposition, feared such an adventurous life. Years passed.
She seized a straw-covered amphora that the Master of the Hounds had thoughtfully placed within her reach, and turning towards the rear of the car, where several women and girls, the bishop's slaves, having gladly resolved to run the Vagrery together with their quondam mistress, were huddled, she said to one of them: "Carry this bottle of spiced wine to my brother, the bishop; the poor man loves to take what he calls his morning cup; but do not let him know that I sent you."
Once the forester slave of a Frankish duke, he was caught in an amour with one of the women of his seigneur's household, and escaped death by flight. He thereupon ran the Vagrery. "I know the episcopal house," repeated the daring fellow.
"It is better far to run the Vagrery than to cultivate our fathers' lands under the club of a count and his leudes!" "Bishop! Bishop!" remarked Ronan to the prelate. "Behold what your allies have turned our old Gaul into!
At the sight of the approaching and well-armed troop, the women and children were first afraid and ran to hide in their hovels; but stepping forward, Ronan called out to them: "Poor women! Poor children! Be not afraid we are your good friends the Vagres!" The Vagrery caused the Franks and the bishops to tremble, but it was often blessed by the poor.
"Well, my father was a Bagauder in his youth; later, after the Franks christened us 'Vagres, he became a Vagre. The name was changed, the pursuit remained the same." "And your mother?" "In Vagrery one knows but little of his mother. I never knew mine. The furthest back that I can carry my memory, I must have been seven or eight years old.
"If God, the Father, needed a cook, he would certainly choose you, sensuous bishop," said the Lion of Poitiers; "you would be no disgrace in paradise as the chief of the celestial kitchens." At the impious jest the holy man made a grimace of rage, remembering only recently he had actually officiated as cook, but not in paradise it was in Vagrery.
"What spectacle is that to be, my friends?" "The four people who were sentenced to-day will be executed Ronan the Vagre, the hermit-laborer, a renegade monk who joined the Vagrery; a little female slave, their accomplice; and the bishopess, an accursed witch; they say she once was the wife of our blessed bishop Cautin." "Oh, have they been capturing Vagres in this region, my friends?
Several of Bishop Cautin's slaves, who, out of fear of hell fire, did not wish to run the Vagrery after the burning of the episcopal villa, swelled the foot soldiers of Count Neroweg. Ronan's troop numbered at most a score of men. The council of war decided to engage in a general battle. It is half an hour since the approach of Count Neroweg and his leudes was announced by the pickets.
"You can not escape salvation, my good friends, being animated with such sentiments. I hope that all your companions at the burg are like you, good Christians, resigned to their lot." "There are impious and unbelieving people everywhere. Many of the slaves at the burg would gladly run the Vagrery if the opportunity were to present itself.
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