Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Do not be alarmed. We shall not conjure up the foul fiend; but we shall
squeeze one of his servants. Let us ride on and await him at the Table."
Then she turned towards La Roque, and in silence they continued to
ascend the hill.
When they had nearly reached the summit she drew up again, and said to
the men--
"I will explain it all. The Jew Levi comes this way. He has been
gathering in money at La Roque, and my cousins have paid him a large
sum. He has been engaged there all day, and he made my cousins, the
Tardes, promise to send servants with him to see him safe on his way
back to Sarlat. They agreed to send him on his way as far as the Devil's
Table; and he named the time at which he would be ready to start. I
know, if he has started on his way as he proposed, that he will be
approaching now. From the Table onward to Sarlat he would be alone, but
alone he could not convey all the money. What he purposes doing I cannot
say. We will wait and see. He desired that he might be attended all the
way to Sarlat, but that the Tardes would not allow. The distance was too
great, the men were needed, they would not be home till too late. He was
forced to accept half of what he had asked. Understand, no more is to be
taken from the Jew than the ransom money. It were better that a Jew
should lose than that seven Christian households should be ruined."
The men laughed. They were easy in their minds now that they understood
they were to play a familiar game--only they grudged that they were to
half accomplish it. If they caught a Jew let them squeeze and wring him
out till not a drop of the golden syrup were left in him.
Noémi had, however, her own ideas in the matter. She justified her act
to her conscience as a deed of necessity. It was a marvel that her
conscience felt any scruple in the matter, as in the Middle Ages none
hesitated to defraud a Jew, none considered that a son of Israel had any
right to have meted out to him the like justice as to a Christian.
Before the Cathedral gates at Toulouse every Good Friday a Jew had to
present himself to have his ears boxed by the Bishop, and to acknowledge
in his person on behalf of his race its guilt in having crucified the
Messiah.
"Here!" said the girl, "tie up your horses and mine and lie in the
scrub."
Before them, on the left hand of the track, rose the Devil's Table; a
mound of earth had anciently covered it, but rain had washed away the
earth from the capstone and showed the points of those blocks which
upheld it. The slab was a singularly uncouth stone, with its flat old
bed underneath, the upper surface uneven and dinted with cup-holes.
The _routiers_ had not been long in hiding before the voice of Levi was
heard, and the tramp of his ass.
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