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Updated: June 9, 2025
A sword!" "Here is one! What will you do with it, beautiful bishopess in Vagrery?" "I shall fight beside my Vagre!" Saying this the bishopess seized the proffered weapon like a Gallic woman of ancient days, and dashed forward upon the foe. "Little Odille, you wait here for me.
"Lightning might strike at his very feet and he would not budge from the spot he will go back as he came, on his knees. Follow me!" And led by the ecclesiastical slave, the Vagres vanished in the subterranean passage which led from the former warm baths into the episcopal villa. As they proceeded in the dark, they sang in an undertone: "The jolly Vagre has no wife.
"Take this axe, Count Neroweg; we shall be equally armed; the combat between us is to be to the death." "Father, in the name of your two sons, whom you have just saved, desist from this combat." "My sons, this axe does not weigh heavy in my hands I shall extinguish in this Frank the stock of the Nerowegs." "I, a man of an illustrious family, do battle with a beggar, a Vagre, a revolted slave! No!
"Ronan, I tried to kill myself when I thought you were dead; you are sentenced to death like ourselves; I have neither father nor mother; what should I regret, all the less seeing that we are to live again in yonder worlds near those whom we have loved? We shall soon meet again." "By the faith of a Vagre, what is death, beautiful bishopess? Only a change of vestments and lodging.
Ronan's purpose was served so long as the holy man limited himself to throwing Neroweg and his leudes into consternation, but as soon as the bishop evinced an inclination to call them to his aid, the Vagre seized him. The sudden move choked off Cautin's sentence before he finished, the rotund and heavy bishop slipped, and tumbling down from branch to branch fell almost upon the back of the count.
And addressing Loysik, Ronan added: "Brother, fate sends to us a descendant of that family of Neroweg, whom our ancestor Schanvoch fought two centuries ago on the borders of the Rhine. I wish to kill that barbarian, rid Gaul of him, and protect our own family from the peril of his descendants " "Kill me!" murmured Odille, falling on her knees before the Vagre and clasping her hands.
The bishop first!" "March! I know the house!" Who was it that said this? A young and handsome Vagre of about twenty-five years of age. He went by the name of "Master of the Hounds." There was no more accurate marksman than he with his bow and arrow. His arrow simply traveled as he wished.
"But after he shall have committed the murder, then, instead of counting out twenty gold sous to the Vagre, twenty blows with an iron bar will be counted out on his back, after which he can be quartered or otherwise disposed of in short order. Ah, that seems to amuse you."
"It is better to meet a Vagre than a count or a bishop." It was a pleasure to see with what ardor the Vagres, perched upon the carts, distributed what they had taken from the wicked bishop; it was a pleasure to see how the poor mothers' faces brightened with happiness at the unlooked-for alms.
"Near the frontier of Limousin; over the gallows was this inscription: 'This is Karadeucq the Vagre so shall his likes be treated." "Karadeucq! The old bandit who with his bedevilled band so long raided Limousin and Auvergne!" "Pillaging burgs and episcopal mansions!" "A worthy example, followed by the band of Ronan, the other dog that is to be executed to-morrow!"
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