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Updated: June 9, 2025
Finally, after the lapse of a few days, about a dozen of our band met at the appointed place; it was there that we met you also in the company of two runaway slaves you, our old Vagre, whom we had given up for lost over two years ago. It was from you that we learned of the fate of your two sons, the little slave and the bishopess. Strange, what sentiments I experience for that brave woman!
On another wagon, gorgeous in her gold necklaces and her most beautiful dress which her loving Vagre saved for her from the conflagration, the bishopess whiled away the time, either combed her long black hair with the aid of a little pocket mirror, or adjusted her scarf, or hopped about, crazy with joy, like a hen-linnet that had escaped from her cage.
"The chant of Hena, the Virgin of the Isle of Sen." "The chant of Hena!" cried the Vagre and the hermit simultaneously with a tremor of delight. Both grew immediately silent, while Odille, astonished at their visible emotion, looked from the one to the other, and asked: "You also seem to know the chant of Hena?" "Sing it, my child," answered Ronan in a tremulous voice.
"But why, then, did you follow us in Vagrery?" "Did you not hear my answer to Bishop Cautin: 'It is not the well but the sick who stand in need of the physician?" "Would you blame me for being a Vagre, and would you blame our father for having been a Bagauder?"
Say, young man, are you the son of Karadeucq?" The answer of Ronan the Vagre was to throw himself on the neck of his father's brother, after which he embraced no less effusively Martha, Roselyk and Yvon. After the tears were dried and the first emotion appeased, the first words that simultaneously parted from the lips of Kervan and Roselyk were: "And our brother, our beloved Karadeucq?
During this doubly terrible struggle not only did the mastiff's bite cause the Vagre an intense pain, but he ran at every instant the risk of being cut to pieces, together with Karadeucq, if, by the slightest accident, he but betrayed himself; the lover of the bishopess remained true to his ursine role; he emitted no sound other than a few muffled grunts.
Here are your good friends the Vagres! They approach! Death to the seigneurs and the bishops! "Six men united are stronger than a hundred divided: Let us unite! Each for all, and all for each! 'The devil take the Franks! Long live the Vagrery and Old Gaul!" Who sang this song? Ronan the Vagre. Where did he sing it?
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."
"Loysik, you said to me this very night in the prison, 'Fulvia, if you were free to-day and met the Master of the Hounds, also free, what would you answer if he asked you to be his wife? Being now free," added the bishopess turning towards the Vagre, "I shall be your devoted wife and a true mother if God should grant us children."
Is there any present, Prince or seigneur, who dares outrage divine majesty?" "There is here the Lion of Poitiers, who makes you this answer: Cautin, bishop of Clermont, I shall break my switch over your back if you do not quit speaking with such insolence." By the faith of a Vagre! The Lion of Poitiers, the renegade Gaul, had some occasional good quality.
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