Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest — John Shaqi
Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the PriestBorrow, George
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Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest
Borrow, George
England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
birds, a little way off in the stubble. Whereupon the viper sunk its
head, and immediately made off over the ridge of the hill, down in the
direction of the sea. As it passed by me, however--and it passed close
by me--it hesitated a moment, as if it was doubtful whether it should not
seize me; it did not, however, but made off down the hill. It has often
struck me that he was angry with me, and came upon me unawares for
presuming to meddle with his people, as I have always been in the habit
of doing."
"But," said I, "how do you know that it was the king of the vipers?"
"How do I know?" said the old man, "who else should it be? There was as
much difference between it and other reptiles as between King George and
other people."
"Is King George, then, different from other people?" I demanded.
"Of course," said the old man; "I have never seen him myself, but I have
heard people say that he is a ten times greater man than other folks;
indeed, it stands to reason that he must be different from the rest, else
people would not be so eager to see him. Do you think, child, that
people would be fools enough to run a matter of twenty or thirty miles to
see the king, provided King George--"
"Haven't the French a king?" I demanded.
"Yes," said the old man, "or something much the same, and a queer one he
is; not quite so big as King George, they say, but quite as terrible a
fellow. What of him?"
"Suppose he should come to Norman Cross!"
"What should he do at Norman Cross, child?"
"Why, you were talking about the vipers in your bag breaking their
hearts, and so on, and their king coming to help them. Now, suppose the
French king should hear of his people being in trouble at Norman Cross,
and--"
"He can't come, child," said the old man, rubbing his hands, "the water
lies between. The French don't like the water; neither vipers nor
Frenchmen take kindly to the water, child."
When the old man left the country, which he did a few days after the
conversation which I have just related, he left me the reptile which he
had tamed and rendered quite harmless by removing the fangs. I was in
the habit of feeding it with milk, and frequently carried it abroad with
me in my walks.
CHAPTER V.
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