His breast was whole without, to every eye, But in his heart the arrow keen did lie. And well you know that it is a perilous cure when a wound is healed outwardly only! Meanwhile, Arviragus came home from England to his faithful wife, and there were great rejoicings, and feasts, and jousting; and these two were so glad to see each other that they thought of nothing else. Dorigene cared nothing at all for Aurelius; and Arviragus had no suspicion that Aurelius had spoken to her of love. [Illustration: DORIGEN AND AURELIUS IN THE GARDEN. ‘Have mercy, swete, or ye wol do me deye.’] Now Aurelius’ brother was a very learned man; and as he saw Aurelius got no better, he was very unhappy about him. At last he remembered that he had once seen at Orleans, in France, a book on conjuring,[169] which had been left in his way. This book was full of all sorts of curious tricks which were performed by the ‘tregetoures’ or jugglers of that day. He was glad when he thought of this book, feeling sure he saw a chance of curing Aurelius. And whan this boke was in his remembraunce, Anon for joye his herte gan for to daunce, immediately And to him selve he sayde pryvely, My brother shal be warisshed hastely, cured For I am siker that ther ben sciences sure By whiche men maken dyverse apparences, various Swiche as thise subtile tregetoures pleyen, For oft at festes have I wel herde seyen That tregettoures withinne an halle large Han made come in a water and a barge, And in the halle rowen up and doun. Sometyme hath semed come a grym leoun, seemed, grim And sometyme floures spring as in a mede,[170] Sometyme a vine, and grapes white and rede, Sometyme a castel al of lym and ston, And whan hem liked voyded it anon. dispersed Thus semeth it to every mannes sight. And when this book came, by a lucky chance, Into his mind, his heart began to dance, And to himself he whispered privily, “My brother shall be healed full speedily, For I am sure that there be sciences By which men raise divers appearances, Such as the cunning jugglers do in play; For oftentimes at feasts have I heard say That jugglers playing in a hall so large, Have seemed to bring in waters and a barge, And in the hall they row it to and fro. Sometimes a lion fierce will come and go, Sometimes, as in a meadow, flowers upspring, Sometimes a vine, with rich fruit clustering, Sometimes a castle all of lime and stone, And when they wish, at once the whole is gone! Thus seemeth it to be, in all men’s sight.” Therefore he thought that if he could find any old friend at Orleans, who knew anything of magic, he might help Aurelius to win the beautiful Dorigene. He went to his brother’s bed, and gave him so much hope that he sprang up at once and started off to Orleans.