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Updated: June 9, 2025
Vindex! and so many other heroes of Gaul, were they not all sons of Auvergne? of the beautiful Auvergne, to-day the prey of Clotaire, the most odious, the most ferocious of the four sons of Clovis? Other voices answered in chorus to the song of Ronan the Vagre.
Nothing could be imagined more grotesque than the bear in his costume. By the faith of a Vagre! the animal could not choose but furnish subject for laughter to the guests of Neroweg, especially after the copious libations of their supper.
I take his glory, Prince Chram, for witness." "Our host and friend does his best," said Chram, who, finding his projects already somewhat deranged by the torture of Ronan the Vagre, was anxious to keep the count in good humor. "Before the cordial spirit of Neroweg's hospitality, I think little of the feast itself." "But I do think of it, glorious Prince," rejoined the bishop.
"It is I. Did you not surmise as much?" "Joy of heavens! You are my brother!" Long did the hermit and the Vagre remain in close embrace. After the first ebullition of their tender joy, Ronan said to Loysik: "And whatever became of our father?" "I know not his fate but let us trust in the goodness of God let us not despair of some day finding him again "
By the faith of a Vagre, it was a joyful sight to watch the wild and envious looks that the leudes of the count cast at the suite of Chram, and the insolent and mocking looks that the princely retinue threw upon the count's ramshackle troop.
But, the devil take grief! The hour calls for action!" "O, my sons! my sons!" "If my skin would save them and the bishopess I do not mean this bear-skin, but my own! by the faith of a Vagre, I would sacrifice it! You know that when you laid your plan before us, and that a ready fellow was needed to impersonate a bear, I promptly offered myself.
In the way of trophies, the axes, bucklers and pikes of the leudes, who ran away out of fear for the devil, are stacked up at the four corners of the superb heap of booty. Gold, silver, steel, the brilliant colors of the cloths they all scintillate and sparkle, each with its own lustre, and all with the resplendence that is so pleasing to the eye of the Vagre. The Vagres are there!
The child-like voice of Odille was soon heard striking up the first couplet of the chant: "She was young, she was fair, and holy was she; Hena her name, Hena the maid of the Island of Sen." At these words both the hermit and the Vagre lowered their heads, and without noticing the tears that the other was shedding, both wept.
He will not consent to let the fellow free." "Cautin will console himself over the Vagre's escape by seeing the bishopess roast, and the hermit-laborer hang." "But suppose the Vagre promises to commit the murder but fails in carrying out his part of the bargain?" "And the twenty gold sous that he will surely expect to receive after the murder is committed?"
"At the bishop's orders," resumed the first slave, "the feet of the Vagre and of the hermit-laborer were dipped into boiling oil they confessed a second time." "And thereupon they were both carried back to the ergastula, because they could not walk." "And to-morrow they will be taken out for execution.
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