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"Are we friends?" said Odorik, turning to Verronax, when his father released him. "That is as thou wiliest," returned the Arvernian gravely. "Know then," said Odorik, "that I know that I erred. I knew not thy Lord when I mocked thine honour to Him. Father, we had but half learnt the Christian's God. I have seen it now.
Thus does he redeem his father's rash oath!" Verronax, whose Roman breeding had held his impulsive Keltic nature in check as long as it was only himself that was in danger, now broke into loud weeping "My Lucius! my brother beloved! and didst thou deem Arvernian honour fallen so low that I could brook such a sacrifice? Let us hasten on instantly, my father, while yet it is time!"
Set him before me that I may strike him dead with one blow!" Lucius crossed himself, looked upwards, and was stepping forwards, when Verronax with a shout of 'Hold! leapt into the midst, full before the avenger's uplifted weapon, crying "Slay me, old man! It was I who killed thy son, I, Fearnagh the Arvernian!" "Ho!" said Odo. "Give me thine hand. Let me feel thee. Yea, these be sinews!
He and his comrades began offensively to scoff at the two young men for having taken part in the procession, uttering the blasphemies which the invocation of our Blessed Lord was wont to call forth. Verronax turned wrathfully round, a hasty challenge passed, a rapid exchange of blows; and while the Arvernian received only a slight scratch, the Goth fell slain before the hovel.
He really did say 'papa, the fond domestic name which passed from the patriarch of the household to the Father of the Roman Church. "Thy mother is watching for thee. Run to her, and she will give thee a cake aye, and a bath before thy dinner. So Verronax is come. I am glad thou wilt see him, my father. The youth has grown up with my own children, and is as dear to me as my own son.
"I shall have a laugh at old Meinhard," said Verronax. "Little he knows of discipline." "No doubt they have had a great lyke wake, as they barbarously call their obsequies," said the Senator, "and are sleeping off their liquor." "We will rouse them," said the Arvernian; "it will be better than startling poor Columba."
Old Odo disdained a mule, and would let no hand save his own guide his horse. Verronax and Lucius constituted themselves his guides, and whenever he permitted the slightest assistance, it was always from the Arvernian, whom he seemed to regard as a sort of adopted son.
"It is my son's knife," he said, still cautiously; "but it cannot speak to say how it was taken from him." "The old barbarian heathen," quoth Verronax, under his breath; "he would rather lose his son than his vengeance." Marcus had gathered breath and memory to add, "Tell him Odorik said he would know the token of the red-breast that nested in the winged helm of Helgund."
It would have been impossible to withhold him, and Marcus returned with the strange tidings, while his father and Verronax set forth with a few servants, mounted like themselves on mules, to reach the broad Roman road that led from Gergovia to Bordigala.
And Verronax is come down, papa, with Celer; and Celer wanted to sing too, but they would not let him, and he was so good that he was silent the moment his master showed him the leash." "Then is Celer a hound?" asked the Bishop, amused. "A hound of the old stock that used to fight battles for Bituitus," returned the child. "Oh, papa, I am so hungry."
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