Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851Harper, Various (magazine)
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851
Harper, Various (magazine)
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Which the King seeing, he said, "Alas, how unfortunate was I to believe
the traitorous fox!" And with that, being oppressed with anger, grief,
and shame, he held down his head for a good space, and so did the Queen
also. But in the end, shaking his curled locks, he groaned out such a
dreadful noise, that all the beasts of the forest did tremble to hear
it.
Then the King, full of wrath, commanded the bear and the wolf to be
released from prison, and gave to them and to their heirs forever Bellin
and all his generation.
Thus was peace made between the King and these nobles, and Bellin the
Ram was forthwith slain by them; and all these privileges doth the wolf
hold to this hour, nor could ever any reconcilement be made between the
wolf's and the ram's kindred. When this peace was thus finished, the
King, for joy thereof, proclaimed a feast to be held for twelve days
after, which was done with all solemnity.
To this feast came all manner of wild beasts, for it was known through
the whole kingdom, nor was there wanting any pleasure that could be
imagined. Also to this feast resorted abundance of feathered fowl, and
all other creatures that held peace with his Majesty, and no one missing
but the fox only.
Now after this feast had thus continued in all pomp the space of eight
days, about high noon came Laprell the Rabbit before the King and Queen,
as they sat at dinner, and with a heavy and lamentable voice said, "My
gracious and great Lord, have pity upon my misery and attend to my
complaint, which is of great violence which Reynard the Fox would
yesterday have committed against me. As I passed by the castle of
Malepardus, supposing to go peaceably toward my nest, I saw the fox,
standing without his gates, attired like a pilgrim and telling his beads
so devoutly, that I saluted him; but he, returning no answer, stretched
forth his right foot, and with his pilgrim's staff gave me such a blow
on the neck between the head and shoulders, that I imagined my head had
been stricken from my body; but yet so much memory was left me that I
leaped from his claws, though most grievously hurt and wounded. At this
he was wrathful extremely, because I escaped; only of one of my ears he
utterly deprived me, which I beseech your Majesty in your royal nature
to pity, and that this bloody murderer may not live thus to afflict your
poor subjects."
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