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Updated: July 5, 2025
From the foot of the oak tree where the girl took her seat between Ronan and the hermit, only the dim noise was heard of the giddy dance and songs of Ronan's companions, the Vagres and Vagresses. The moon, now on her decline, shed her silvery rays under the somber verdure of the leaves and lighted the hermit, Ronan and the young slave as if the sun shone through the trees.
Yonder holy man of a bishop, who sleeps not far from you, gorged with wine and meat, might excommunicate you if he heard you! But to the devil with sadness! We live in damnable days let us live like the damned! Up, my Vagres, up! You are thrice holy! Let our Saturnalia cover all Gaul let this land of our fathers be the grave of the Franks, even if it has to be the grave of ourselves.
They did drink, twice, ten times more than the others; but they are veterans at the trade, old Vagres, sturdy customers who drain a pouch at one gulp, and immediately after are able to walk with steady step over a beam across the conflagration that they have lighted in the burg of a Frank, or the villa of a bishop.
Well, while the bishopess is being revived, shall we try the bishop?" "The holy man has tried people, whom he said were under his jurisdiction, as bishop of the city of Clermont. He is now under our jurisdiction. Let us try him!" Louder than the Vagres themselves, the slaves of the prelate set up the cry: "Let us judge the bishop!" "Bring him forward, on the spot!"
The long and light improvised bridge was thrown across the fosse, and nimble as cats they crept one after another over the two trunks and reached the opposite side. During the aerial perilous passage two of the Vagres fell off and immediately disappeared in the bottom of the fosse; they were Wolve's-Tooth and Symphorien, the rhetorician may their names live and be blessed in Vagrery!
Ever and anon, nevertheless, and generally on the subject of some pretty face, a dispute would break out between two Vagres, just as used to happen during the ancient banquets of the Gauls. Then swords would be taken down from the trees and crossed by the combatants, but never in hatred, ever in the exuberance of spirit: "That thrust is for you mine shall the pretty girl be!"
"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.
As I was crossing the Jargeaux mountains on the way from the one town to the other, I was captured in the woods by a band of bad Vagres there are good and bad Vagres. And those Vagres sold me to a slave merchant, and he sold me again to the bishop of " "The devil take this rhetorician! Look at him traveling up hills and down dales." "Such is frequently the effect of rhetoric.
Aye, where is she, the proud and powerful Gaul of the days of the Chief of the Hundred Valleys, of the Sacrovirs, the Vindexes, the Civiles, the Victorias?" "Who is the present inheritor of Gaul's one-time valor? The Vagres, the 'Wolves-Heads, the 'Wolves! It is they alone who still carry on the struggle against the barbarians!"
With a gesture the hermit arrested the anger of the Vagres and said: "Bishop, do you recognize the words of Jesus of Nazareth as divine? 'Him that taketh away thy cloak forbid not to take away thy coat also. What thought did Jesus mean to convey by these words, but that only too often theft has want for its cause, and that charity should be exercised and pity had for such want.
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