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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“Sire!” replied Aymon, “we are the sons of a knight whom you have
honored with your esteem and for whom you have never hidden your
admiration, even when you were enraged with him. Our father had the
misfortune to incur your displeasure for not being willing to submit,
when his honor opposed, and you forced him to defend himself against
you and against the deceitful counsels of perfidious and jealous
courtiers. Ah, sire, in spite of all these trials you placed upon him,
our father never ceased to love you and to bless you. He has also
taught us to venerate and cherish you. Our father is the brave Maugis,
who during three years passed his time in exile to repair the wrongs
he incurred by activity and courage so astonishing as to give his name
universal renown.”
At these words the emperor arose, descended from his throne and
embraced the two handsome young men, who had come to place their young
lives under his high protecting care. Said he:
“Your father is one of the noblest and most honorable knights I ever
knew. Strive, both of you, to equal him. I could not offer a better
wish for your welfare.”
The emperor then took pride in presenting the young men to the court.
The etiquette compelled by ceremony being cast aside, the emperor
inquired with great solicitude concerning their father.
“Our father,” replied Yon, “is now old and infirm, and bodily exercise
has become too fatiguing for him. Now, instead of following campaigns,
he lives amid his vassals, to whom he renders justice, gives counsel,
and encourages in their labor; in a word, sire, with him rank is but a
distinction. It is as nothing before intelligence, even if those who
possess it are inferior in position. Unfortunately, our father is very
feeble, and we have feared that he is breaking down.”
“A man like your father should live always,” cried Charlemagne.
“Seigneurs!” continued he, turning to his courtiers, “these sons of
Maugis are my sons; you will so consider them.” Then addressing the
young men, he promised that he would himself arm them as knights; also
would give them additional lands, and as a token of love for their
father and themselves, he accorded benefits to the one hundred other
young men who constituted their suite.
Maugis, after the departure of his sons, employed himself in putting
his affairs in order. He bequeathed Dordogne to Yon, his younger son,
and to Aymon, the eldest, he left Montaubon. Then having assembled his
brothers, he said to them:
“I have suffered many trials in the course of my existence. I have
always been first in advancing our general interests. I will to-day
make my farewell. I have vowed to consecrate to God the few years that
remain to me, and to expiate for my sins by passing my remaining days
in an absolute retreat far from the world.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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