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Having, together with his three favorites, done honor to the count's repast, Chram said to Neroweg: "Take me to a place where we can talk privately. You surely have some secret chamber where you keep your treasure let us closet ourselves there." Neroweg seemed in no haste to comply. Doubtlessly he was not over-anxious to introduce the son of his King into the secret retreat.
Do not bestow upon him alone the privilege of singing your wife's praises holy man though he be, he would as leave sing the praises of Venus, the goddess of the pagans!" "Chram, I am the servant of the son of our glorious King Clotaire; but as bishop I am entitled to your respect." "You are right; nowadays you bishops have become almost as powerful, and above all as rich as ourselves, the Kings."
Above all the count held his sides and laughed and laughed, fit to burst his dalmatica of silver cloth. Suddenly he checked his laughter and said to Chram: "King, would you see still better sport?" "Yes, count, what have you to propose? Your face is red to suffocation. You breathe like an ox. What new thought has just sprouted in your head?"
Martin, blessings upon your name for giving me the opportunity to chastise the sacrilegious whelp who had the audacity to raise his switch at my holy bishop, and who has never ceased sneering at both the holy man and me since he stepped into my burg," cried the count, deaf to the words of Chram, and striving to reach his adversary, from whom he had been again separated in the midst of the uproar.
From what pillage did you get that?" "In a city of Touraine. The gospels within are all written out in gold letters." "The case is superb. I am dazzled by it." "King, we shall take our pledge upon these gospels." "I consent. Well, then, upon these holy Gospels, I, Chram, son of Clotaire, swear by the indivisible Trinity and by the great St.
Gondolf, fetch the spears and axes; the bear shall be cut to pieces instantly!" "Count, the poor mountebank has placed himself under my protection. I may not forsake him." "Chram, whether or not you protect the old bandit, I shall revenge the death of my magnificent dogs Mirff and Morff." "Listen, Neroweg, I have a pack that is worth fully as much as yours.
Did you hear me, Gondolf?" he added, addressing his master of the hounds and trembling with rage. "Take down one of those hunting spears from the wall kill that bear, kill him on the spot!" Gondolf hastened to arm himself as he was ordered, while Karadeucq, kneeling down again, cried to Chram with outstretched arms: "Great King, my only hope rests with you. I implore mercy from you.
"Fulvia has become to the Master of the Hounds what Odille is to me." "And that Prince Chram, who was scheming a parricide, did he carry out his projected treason towards Clotaire, that other monster who stabbed his brother's son to death?" "Three days ago, on my way hither, I saw Chram and his father on the frontier of our Armorica." "The father and son on our frontier?"
The counts and dukes of the reign considered it in their interest to take the field against Chram in this new civil war. Nevertheless, he laid part of the country waste. One of the bands of Chram arrived near our valley. Foreseeing the need thereof in these disturbed times, my father and Loysik had the unprotected accesses of the valley fortified with fosses and entrenchments made of felled trees.
"It is this: I have a plan we have in the burg enormous and ferocious mastiffs that we use to hunt wolves and wild boars with. We shall chain the bear to one of the beams of the hall." "And let loose some of your mastiffs against him? The idea is delicious." "Yes, Chram; I want to offer you a royal treat." "Long live Count Neroweg! Come, fetch the dogs!
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