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
Pinabel, now exasperated, drew his sword and rushed at the defenseless
old knight, but he stepped aside with great dexterity, avoiding the
shock, and then turned with incredible quickness and gave his adversary
such a heavy blow on the wrist with his staff that he dropped his
sword. A second blow in the stomach sent him tumbling to the feet of
Charlemagne. Then placing his foot on Pinabel’s throat, the old knight
menaced him with his staff, held aloft in his left hand. The now
thoroughly frightened Pinabel, trembling for his life, implored the
grace of his conqueror, who permitted him to arise while he regarded
him with contempt.
The emperor and all the knights greatly marveled. Maugis was then
permitted to visit the camp, of which privilege he was not slow to
avail himself, making a thorough inspection throughout.
In passing again the tent of Pinabel, upon leaving, reassured by the
fact that his disguise had not been penetrated thus far, he determined
to play him a trick. It can be readily conceived that Pinabel was not
charmed by his visit, and he forthwith ordered his esquires to seize
the old man and bind him solidly. But when they attempted to do so
Maugis hypnotized them, and so benumbed them they appeared to be almost
asleep, and when he approached Pinabel, the coward was so appalled at
the manifestations of a power so little known at that remote age, and
doubly terrified at being alone with the old knight, that he fell to
his knees and supplicated him for pardon.
“I will spare thy life,” said the old knight in a terrible voice. “It
hath no value in my eyes; heaven hath condemned thee.”
Pinabel at these words raised his eyes, and there recognized that
Maugis, the terrible warrior sorcerer, stood before him. The coward
would have cried out, but his tongue was paralyzed and the sounds died
upon his lips, his limbs seemed stricken, and with a look of anguish on
his face he fell in a heap.
Maugis, much pleased to have given the coward this fright, left the
camp and arrived safely at the city of Dordogne.
CHAPTER XV.
The captivity of the Duke de Normandie was insupportable to
Charlemagne, for he was one of his bravest and most redoubtable
knights. The emperor complained bitterly to his peers and raved like a
man out of his senses at the infamy of Maugis in retaining his prisoner.
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