burlesques-第14部分

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trappings　of　feudal　war。　　The　arblast；　the　mangonel；　the

demiculverin；　and　the　cuissart　of　the　period；　glittered　upon　the

neck　and　chest　of　the　war…steed；　while　the　rider；　with　chamfron　and

catapult；　with　ban　and　arriere…ban；　morion　and　tumbrel；　battle…axe

and　rifflard；　and　the　other　appurtenances　of　ancient　chivalry；　rode

stately　on　his　steel…clad　charger；　himself　a　tower　of　steel。　　This

mighty　horseman　was　carried　by　his　steed　as　lightly　as　the　young

springald　by　his　Andalusian　hackney。



〃'Twas　well　done　of　thee；　Philibert；〃　said　he　of　the　proof…armor；

〃to　ride　forth　so　far　to　welcome　thy　cousin　and　companion　in　arms。〃



〃Companion　in　battledore　and　shuttlecock；　Romane　de　Clos…Vougeot！〃

replied　the　younger　Cavalier。　　〃When　I　was　yet　a　page；　thou　wert　a

belted　knight；　and　thou　wert　away　to　the　Crusades　ere　ever　my　beard

grew。〃



〃I　stood　by　Richard　of　England　at　the　gates　of　Ascalon；　and　drew

the　spear　from　sainted　King　Louis　in　the　tents　of　Damietta；〃　the

individual　addressed　as　Romane　replied。　　〃Well…a…day！　since　thy

beard　grew；　boy；　（and　marry　'tis　yet　a　thin　one；）　I　have　broken　a

lance　with　Solyman　at　Rhodes；　and　smoked　a　chibouque　with　Saladin

at　Acre。　　But　enough　of　this。　　Tell　me　of　homeof　our　native

valleyof　my　hearth；　and　my　lady…mother；　and　my　good　chaplain

tell　me　of　HER；　Philibert；〃　said　the　knight；　executing　a　demivolt；

in　order　to　hide　his　emotion。



Philibert　seemed　uneasy；　and　to　strive　as　though　he　would　parry　the

question。　　〃The　castle　stands　on　the　rock；〃　he　said；　〃and　the

swallows　still　build　in　the　battlements。　　The　good　chaplain　still

chants　his　vespers　at　morn；　and　snuffles　his　matins　at　even…song。

The　lady…mother　still　distributeth　tracts；　and　knitteth　Berlin

linsey…woolsey。　　The　tenants　pay　no　better；　and　the　lawyers　dun　as

sorely；　kinsman　mine；〃　he　added　with　an　arch　look。



〃But　Fatima；　Fatima；　how　fares　she？〃　Romane　continued。　　〃Since

Lammas　was　a　twelvemonth；　I　hear　nought　of　her；　my　letters　are

unanswered。　　The　postman　hath　traversed　our　camp　every　day；　and

never　brought　me　a　billet。　　How　is　Fatima；　Philibert　de　Coquelicot？〃



〃She　iswell；〃　Philibert　replied；　〃her　sister　Anne　is　the　fairest

of　the　twain；　though。〃



〃Her　sister　Anne　was　a　baby　when　I　embarked　for　Egypt。　　A　plague　on

sister　Anne！　　Speak　of　Fatima；　Philibertmy　blue…eyed　Fatima！〃



〃I　say　she　iswell；〃　answered　his　comrade　gloomily。



〃Is　she　dead？　　Is　she　ill？　　Hath　she　the　measles？　　Nay；　hath　she

had　the　small…pox；　and　lost　her　beauty？　　Speak；　speak；　boy！〃　cried

the　knight；　wrought　to　agony。



〃Her　cheek　is　as　red　as　her　mother's；　though　the　old　Countess

paints　hers　every　day。　　Her　foot　is　as　light　as　a　sparrow's；　and

her　voice　as　sweet　as　a　minstrel's　dulcimer；　but　give　me　nathless

the　Lady　Anne；〃　cried　Philibert；　〃give　me　the　peerless　Lady　Anne！

As　soon　as　ever　I　have　won　spurs；　I　will　ride　all　Christendom

through；　and　proclaim　her　the　Queen　of　Beauty。　　Ho；　Lady　Anne！

Lady　Anne！〃　and　so　sayingbut　evidently　wishing　to　disguise　some

emotion；　or　conceal　some　tale　his　friend　could　ill　brook　to　hear

the　reckless　damoiseau　galloped　wildly　forward。



But　swift　as　was　his　courser's　pace；　that　of　his　companion's

enormous　charger　was　swifter。　　〃Boy；〃　said　the　elder；　〃thou　hast

ill　tidings。　　I　know　it　by　thy　glance。　　Speak：　shall　he　who　hath

bearded　grim　Death　in　a　thousand　fields　shame　to　face　truth　from　a

friend？　　Speak；　in　the　name　of　heaven　and　good　Saint　Botibol。

Romane　de　Clos…Vougeot　will　bear　your　tidings　like　a　man！〃



〃Fatima　is　well；〃　answered　Philibert　once　again；　〃she　hath　had　no

measles：　she　lives　and　is　still　fair。〃



〃Fair；　ay；　peerless　fair；　but　what　more；　Philibert？　　Not　false？　　By

Saint　Botibol；　say　not　false；〃　groaned　the　elder　warrior。



〃A　month　syne；〃　Philibert　replied；　〃she　married　the　Baron　de

Barbazure。〃



With　that　scream　which　is　so　terrible　in　a　strong　man　in　agony；　the

brave　knight　Romane　de　Clos…Vougeot　sank　back　at　the　words；　and

fell　from　his　charger　to　the　ground；　a　lifeless　mass　of　steel。





II。





Like　many　another　fabric　of　feudal　war　and　splendor；　the　once　vast

and　magnificent　Castle　of　Barbazure　is　now　a　moss…grown　ruin。　　The

traveller　of　the　present　day；　who　wanders　by　the　banks　of　the

silvery　Loire；　and　climbs　the　steep　on　which　the　magnificent

edifice　stood；　can　scarcely　trace；　among　the　shattered　masses　of

ivy…covered　masonry　which　lie　among　the　lonely　crags；　even　the

skeleton　of　the　proud　and　majestic　palace　stronghold　of　the　Barons

of　Barbazure。



In　the　days　of　our　tale　its　turrets　and　pinnacles　rose　as　stately；

and　seemed　（to　the　pride　of　sinful　man！）　as　strong　as　the　eternal

rocks　on　which　they　stood。　　The　three　mullets　on　a　gules　wavy

reversed；　surmounted　by　the　sinople　couchant　Or；　the　well…known

cognizance　of　the　house；　blazed　in　gorgeous　heraldry　on　a　hundred

banners；　surmounting　as　many　towers。　　The　long　lines　of

battlemented　walls　spread　down　the　mountain　to　the　Loire；　and　were

defended　by　thousands　of　steel…clad　serving…men。　　Four　hundred

knights　and　six　times　as　many　archers　fought　round　the　banner　of

Barbazure　at　Bouvines；　Malplaquet；　and　Azincour。　　For　his　services

at　Fontenoy　against　the　English；　the　heroic　Charles　Martel

appointed　the　fourteenth　Baron　Hereditary　Grand　Bootjack　of　the

kingdom　of　France；　and　for　wealth；　and　for　splendor；　and　for　skill

and　fame　in　war；　Raoul；　the　twenty…eighth　Baron；　was　in　no…wise

inferior　to　his　noble　ancestors。



That　the　Baron　Raoul　levied　toll　upon　the　river　and　mail　upon　the

shore；　that　he　now　and　then　ransomed　a　burgher；　plundered　a

neighbor；　or　drew　the　fangs　of　a　Jew；　that　he　burned　an　enemy's

castle　with　the　wife　and　children　within；these　were　points　for

which　the　country　knew　and　respected　the　stout　Baron。　　When　he

returned　from　victory；　he　was　sure　to　endow　the　Church　with　a　part

of　his　spoil；　so　that　when　he　went　forth　to　battle　he　was　always

accompanied　by　her　blessing。　　Thus　lived　the　Baron　Raoul；　the　pride

of　the　country　in　which　he　dwelt；　an　ornament　to　the　Court；　the

Church；　and　his　neighbors。



But　in　the　midst　of　all　his　power　and　splendor　there　was　a　domestic

grief　which　deeply　afflicted　the　princely　Barbazure。　　His　lovely

ladies　died　one　after　the　other。　　No　sooner　was　he　married　than　he

was　a　widower；　in　the　course　of　eighteen　years　no　less　than　nine

bereavements　had　befallen　the　chieftain。　　So　true　it　is；　that　if

fortune　is　a　parasite；　grief　is　a　republican；　and　visits　the　hall

of　the　great　and　wealthy　as　it　does　the　humbler　tenements　of　the

poor。



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〃Leave　off　deploring　thy　faithless；　gad…about　lover；〃　said　the　Lady

of　Chacabacque　to　her　daughter；　the　lovely　Fatima；　〃and　think　how

the　noble　Barbazure　loves　thee！　　Of　all　the　damsels　at　the　ball

last　night；　he　had　eyes　for　thee　and　thy　cousin　only。〃



〃I　am　sure　my　cousin　hath　no　good　looks　to　be　proud　of！〃　the

admirable　Fatima　exclaimed；