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
The onlookers to this heroic duel felt they would like to have the
fight ended then and there, and were so evenly divided by admiration
for each of the combatants that they could not say whom they would have
the victor. The emperor himself, all his sympathies aroused, felt that
he would even give his crown to have the fight ended here, and was
about to shout an order to have the duel stopped as the two combatants
approached each other to recommence the battle.
Before he could utter a sound, however, an astonishing sight greeted
his eyes. Instead of beginning hostilities as they neared each other,
the two knights, as if with one common impulse and actuated by the same
sentiment, let their arms fall and then and there embraced each other.
Maugis said to Roland:
“Brave cousin! you have shown the greatest courage; neither one of us
can conquer the other; we each seem to have the same strength, the
same skill, and the same courage. God never made us to be enemies, but
to be friends; let it be so. Come to Montaubon and be my guest; you
will receive there all the consideration, honor and respect that are
due you.”
The spectators had lost nothing of this scene; a great demonstration
of applause ensued, and cheer after cheer rent the air when the two
knights were seen to embrace. Two men only did not participate in the
public joy; they were Pinabel, the scheming nephew of Charlemagne, and
Ganelon, his traitorous associate.
“What means this?” said the astonished emperor.
“Simply this,” replied Pinabel: “by some vile sorcery Maugis hath
ensnared Roland and is bearing him to Montaubon.”
“By St. Gris!” roared the emperor, furious. “I will never brook such
insult, on to Montaubon! on to Montaubon!” he shouted to his knights.
“I will take Roland by force from the hands of this rebel Maugis.”
But the confusion in which the spectators and knights were mingled
made it impossible to execute immediately any hostile movement of this
kind, and Charlemagne, fuming and almost blind with rage, was forced
to see Roland depart with Maugis, and he returned to his camp with
the determination to draw a cordon around the walls of Montaubon and
commence an immediate siege.
Meanwhile, Maugis, accompanied by Roland, and escorted by his brothers,
had quietly entered the citadel, where Roland was received with all
honors, and was greeted on all hands as the first knight of the world.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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