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Twice did the bear and the dog roll over each other; at the third time, pinning to the ground with the full weight of his body the mastiff, that, like Deber-Trud, did not loosen its teeth from its enemy, the Vagre clutched the brute by the throat and held him in such a tight clutch between his vigorous hands, that the animal was strangled.
"My Vagre," put in at this juncture the bishopess passing her slender fingers through the waivy hair of the young man, and placing her lips upon her lover's mouth, "is it not better to proceed to yonder worlds than to remain and live in this world of horrors?" "Aye, horrible horrible is this world," cried the hermit-laborer with profound grief and indignation. "Oh!
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."
What tidings do you bring us from him?" At this question Ronan the Vagre remained silent; his head drooped and tears again suffused his eyes. Deep silence reigned hereat among the descendants of Joel. All eyes wept. Kervan was the first to overcome his grief, and broke the silence, addressing his nephew: "Is it long since my brother Karadeucq died?" "Three months, dear uncle."
It is said that the manner of their death will be frightful but it never could be frightful enough to atone for the crimes that Ronan the Vagre " "And what crimes did he commit, my friends?" "Did not the sacrilegious wretch, at the head of his band, pillage and burn down the episcopal villa of our holy bishop?"
"And then, fire to the episcopal villa and to the sack!" "Freedom to the slaves!" "We shall take with us the young girls, who will follow us gladly!" "Long live love and the Vagrery!" cried Ronan, saying which he struck up the song: "My father was a Bagauder, and I a Vagre am; born under the green foliage as any bird in May. "Where is my mother? I do not know, forsooth! "A Vagre has no wife.
Yesterday I was a slave as yourselves, to-day I am free! Take, sisters!" "Take and make merry, dear women; and may your little ones never be torn from you!" said Odille as she also gave a hand in the distribution of the booty. And she wiped her eyes as she exclaimed: "How good Ronan, the Vagre, is to the poor!" "Blessings upon you!" cried the poor mothers, weeping for joy.
Shall we look for you in the house of the free woman, whose very hearth is turned under her own eyes into a brothel? Oh! Let us shut our eyes, and die young! Will you die, my Vagre?
Rage and heat make one swelter. You are silent, my old Vagre what are you thinking about?" "About my children. What is to be done what is to be done?" "I am better in action than in council, especially at this moment, when rage is making me crazy. Poor, brave woman! Burned to-morrow!
If the Vagre carries his part of the affair to a successful issue, then my four brothers will be dead before the week is over their death insures the success of my projects. It is to your interest as well as mine that we avail ourselves of the Vagre. So it is understood that you will spare his life." "But what about the bishop, who has come to enjoy the sight of the bandit's death?
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