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Updated: June 5, 2025
In his strong arms the loving belles forget full soon the cacochymic bishop or the brutified duke!" "Long live the Vagre's love!" "You are in rollicking mood " "Aye, Simon, we are about to put a bishop's house to the sack!" "You will be hanged, burned, quartered!" "No more nor less so than Aman and Aëlian, our prophets, Bagauders in their days as we are Vagres in ours.
"Treason!" cried the count jumping to his feet and pointing to the tree. "Treason! The Vagres are there, hidden in the tree branches!" Hardly had the count said these words when a volley of arrows flew from the tree-top and riddled his troop. Finding themselves discovered, the daring Vagres hesitated not one instant to engage in battle.
The Vagres themselves numbered about a dozen excellent archers, others were armed with axes, iron maces, pikes, swords and scythes with the blades turned outward. At the first cry of alarm, the brave fellows gathered around Ronan and the hermit. Should battle be engaged with the leudes? Was it better to flee before them and await a better opportunity for an offensive stroke?
That is fifteen Vagres more than enough for such a raid. Lead on, Simon, we follow." "The passage is not yet free." "Why is not the passage free that leads underground into the banquet hall?" "The bishop prepared a miracle for this evening, in order to frighten the Frankish count with hell.
"The Frankish riders have reined in their horses the moment they caught sight of the wagons," cried one of the Vagres; "they seem to be deliberating what to do." "Our deliberation will not be long. There are seven of the mounted Franks; let six Vagres follow me, and by the faith of Ronan, it will not be long before there will be seven conquerors less in Gaul!"
Neroweg had expected to fall unperceived upon the Vagres. There was, however, not a soul in sight except the slave who now ran towards him crying: "Seigneur, the impious Vagres who sacked the villa of our holy bishop have fled into the forest." Neroweg raised his long sword and with one blow cut off the slave's head: "Dog! You deceived me! You were in conspiracy with the Vagres!"
"I shall have a chapel built in your honor on this very spot, holy bishop, in order to glorify this miracle " "That is far from enough no, that is not enough. Listen, count, listen attentively: "Neroweg and his leudes fled like cowards from the episcopal villa when it was attacked by the Vagres.
But as sure as this morning we put one of them to the torture, we shall end by wiping them all out, just as Count Neroweg did the other day with a band of them who took refuge in the defile of Allange." "Oh, glorious King, may the Almighty deliver us from these pestilential Vagres!
"Here are the six of us let us forward!" The Master of the Hounds was among the six Vagres. Seeing him examine the handle of his axe, the bishopess leaped down from her wagon, and, her eyes sparkling, her nostrils inflated and her cheeks on fire, she rolled up the right sleeve of her silk robe, and thus baring her white, beautiful and strong arm up to the shoulder, she cried: "Give me a sword!
Was, then, the villa set on fire by the Vagres? Certes; for what other reason should they have brought along torches and straw?
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