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Updated: September 5, 2025
The Vagres have disappeared. There remains in the clearing where they feasted during the night naught but the remains and evidences of their sumptuous banquet on the lawn empty wine pouches, gold and silver goblets strewn over the grassy and trampled ground; not far away stand the wagons that were brought from the episcopal villa, and further off the carcasses of the oxen lying near the still smouldering bake-oven.
I shall narrate to you the conversation that took place between us: "'I said: "Did you ever hear about the Vagres?" "Alas, yes! Those people commit grave crimes in other regions. But, thank God, the Vagrery never entered Burgundy." "Well, bishop, I wish to inform you that bands of Vagres are approaching your diocese." "Oh, woe is me! Woe is all of us! What will become of us all?
"It is better to meet a Vagre than a count or a bishop." It was a pleasure to see with what ardor the Vagres, perched upon the carts, distributed what they had taken from the wicked bishop; it was a pleasure to see how the poor mothers' faces brightened with happiness at the unlooked-for alms.
"But, count," spoke up one of the leudes, "what do you propose to do with those cursed Vagres, the little Vagress and the handsome witch whom we brought prisoners with us from the combat at the fastnesses of Allange? What manner of torture will you inflict upon them?"
The hermit-laborer, who had until then kept himself concealed in the shadow under one of the vaults of the chapel. As he spoke he stepped into the light and stood before the Vagres and the slaves who were venting their rage. "The hermit-laborer!" cried the slaves with touching respect. "The friend of the poor, of the meek and the oppressed!" "The consoler of those who weep!"
The leudes of Count Neroweg are approaching! To arms! To arms!" Awakened from her restful sleep by the tumult and hearing the cries of the Vagres, little Odille screamed with terror as she threw herself on the neck of Ronan: "Count Neroweg! Save me!" "Fear not, poor child!"
As they issued from the banquet hall the Vagres found themselves face to face with two slaves who, having fled through another issue, were running distracted with their torches in their hands. Each Vagre seized one of the slaves by the throat. "Extinguish your torch," said Karadeucq, "and lead me straight to the ergastula, or you die this instant."
"And you, little Odille, you have neither father nor mother left, will you have Ronan for husband, if you survive your wounds?" "Ronan, even if I were dead, the hope of being your wife would raise me from my grave!" With Loysik and Ronan on the shoulders of their companions and little Odille in the arms of the Master of the Hounds, the Vagres and the revolted slaves hastened to reach the forest.
Shall we give our good Vagres the signal that we agreed upon? To-day's events, to-morrow's executions and the large number of troops gathered in the burg, thwart all our plans. What is to be done? You have been thinking long, old Vagre have you decided upon a plan?" "Yes come, my brave Master of the Hounds!" "To the burg? But it is still daylight." "It will be dark before we arrive."
"My father ran the Bagaudy, and I now run the Vagrery, but both to the one cry 'The devil take the Franks! and 'Long Live Gaul! "Aëlian and Aman, Bagauders in their days, as we in ours are Vagres, in revolt against the Romans, as we against the Franks Aëlian and Aman, put to death two centuries ago in their old castle near Paris, they are our prophets.
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