Maugis, ye sorcerer : $b from ye ancient French : a wonderful tale from ye writings of ye mad savant of ye Maison Maugis in ye olde citie of Mouzon, FranceGilhooley, Lord
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Maugis, ye sorcerer : $b from ye ancient French : a wonderful tale from ye writings of ye mad savant of ye Maison Maugis in ye olde citie of Mouzon, France
Gilhooley, Lord
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“They came here,” responded Richard; “several men who interrupted
the game of chess I was playing with your son. They put their hands
on me, and I killed some of them, and put the rest to flight, that is
all. It is no reason because I am your prisoner why your people should
insult me.”
[Illustration: CATHEDRAL OF MOUZON.]
“We do not omit politeness here,” said Maugis, “and I know perfectly
well all the laws of chivalry. It is for that reason I am acting
this way. Charlemagne has abused me and has dishonored me. I simply
retaliate. You are my prisoner. I shall give you up to execution, that
is my right. Have I treated you the way my brother Richard was treated,
when he was condemned to the gibbet, and from which he escaped only
through the courage of his brothers? No, he was covered with chains
like a criminal. I would not subject you to that. I would employ no
violence with you, but you must realize that my soldiers came here to
fulfill orders they had received. There is only one way for you to
escape death, that is to join my service and become my friend.”
“That is impossible,” replied Richard. “I have sworn an oath of
fidelity to the emperor, and I never violate my oath.”
“Then you must be resigned to die. It is useless to lose any more time
in discussion that amounts to nothing.”
“Ah, well! let us go,” said Richard. “I know well the greatness of your
heart, and I deliver myself to you, believing you incapable of a mean
action.”
The Duke de Normandie forthwith surrendered, and was escorted to the
place of execution. Maugis had made preparations for that sorrowful
ceremony, so as to give it all the formidable display possible. All the
troops were under arms. At the last moment Maugis again appealed to
Richard:
“Brave knight,” said he, “it is most painful for me to send to
execution a man of such courage and honor—renounce then the emperor, I
pray thee, and join us in seeking to attain peace.”
“No,” replied Richard, “I have sworn homage to Charlemagne, and though
I die because of his fault, I will not break my oath. If it depended
upon me to grant thee peace, I could ask for nothing better; therefore
grant thou me delay that I may send word to the emperor.”
Maugis at once called a herald, bidding him to take the instructions of
Richard and go with them to Charlemagne.
“Tell him,” said Richard, “that I am at the foot of the gibbet,
to which I am attached ready for the signal of death, and that I
supplicate him to grant my demand for peace. You will also beg of
Roland and all the peers to seek to obtain the peace on which my life
depends.”
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