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
Fantasy fiction
Had Maugis been less absorbed by the prospect of being united to
Yolande when he first entered the court of King Yon, he would have seen
among the entourage of the king an evil face that glanced at him in no
friendly way. It was that of a monk, who had but recently arrived from
the north, and whose great learning and piety had gained him almost
instant favor and an influential position in court. This friar, Anselm
Gorieux, was the uncle of the perfidious Ganelon, who was inspired by
bitter hatred and jealousy of Maugis. This monk hated Maugis, as well
on his own account, because in a conflict at wit with Maugis, at a
banquet, the latter had turned the laugh against him and caused his
proud soul to chafe under the humiliation, and to resolve upon the
direst revenge. He had purposely come to the court of King Yon, in the
interest of his nephew, urged by him to seek the ear of Yolande and
prejudice Maugis, persistently hoping that with his rival dethroned
from her favor his own chances might improve, and that he yet might be
able to win her.
The crafty monk found little difficulty in gaining the confidence of
Yolande, to whose fervent religious nature his great piety, humility
and learning at once appealed.
Cautiously, so as not to alarm his timid prey, he held much discourse
with her upon the awful power of the evil one; how he possessed himself
of the souls of those who were willing to barter them for worldly gain.
Then he held up to her, casually, Maugis as such a one; told her that
even an emissary of Satan had abode under his father’s roof, and under
the guise of a learned man of the east had taught the young man the
worst of black arts and sorceries.
The monk told her Maugis had been won over to Satan, had become a
sorcerer, and a practicer of all the foul arts. He showed her how
the great exploits that had made him the hero of the day were simply
manifestations of the evil one to whom he had sold his soul; that his
time of glory was brief, and he, and all who loved him, would finally
rest under the curse of God.
Yolande, as she slowly comprehended these dreadful revelations, was
grief-stricken and dismayed. Her idol was shattered, and although she
concealed the anguish that consumed her heart, she nearly sobbed her
reason away in the quiet of her chamber.
The surprise of Friar Anselm was indeed great at the unexpected
presence of Maugis at the court. He had not looked for this and would
have certainly devoted himself to prejudicing the king also, only the
exciting events then occurring gave him no opportunity.
Meanwhile a force of the Saracens was devastating the suburbs of
Bordeaux, and the alarm caused by this movement spread quickly.
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