Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"As for me," said Huriel, "I took him by the neck as you would a
hare, but without striking him, and it is not my fault if his clothes
didn't protect his skin. But I owe him a better lesson, and I came
here to-night to find an opportunity to give it. Therefore, I demand
of Maître Archignat, my chief, and of Maître Bastien, my father, to
be heard at once, or directly after this fête is over, and to receive
justice if my claim is recognized as good."
On this the mendicant friar came forward and began to preach peace;
but he had too much of the good Bourbon wine in his head to manage
his tongue, and he couldn't make himself heard in the uproar.
"Silence!" cried the Head-Woodsman, in a voice that would have
drowned the thunder of heaven. "Stand back all of you, and let us
manage our own affairs; you can listen if you like, but you have no
voice in this chapter. Stand here, muleteers, for Malzac and Huriel.
And here stand I, and the men of the forest, as sponsors and judges
for this youth of Berry. Speak, Tiennet, and bring your charge.
What have you against this muleteer? If it be true that he kissed
your compatriot in the dance I know that such is the custom in your
part of the country as well as in our own. That is not reason enough
even to think of striking a man. Tell us the cause of your anger
against him; that is where we must begin."
I did not need urging, and although such an assemblage of muleteers
and foresters caused me some embarrassment, I managed to oil my
tongue sufficiently to tell, in a proper manner, the story of what
happened in the woods of La Roche; and I claimed the testimony of
chief Archignat himself, to whom I did justice, even more perhaps
than he deserved; but I saw very well that I must not throw any blame
on him if I wished to have him favorable to me; and in this way I
proved to him that Berrichons are not greater fools than other
people, nor any easier to put in the wrong.
The company, who had already formed a good opinion of Brulette and
me, blamed Malzac's conduct; but the Head-Woodsman again commanded
silence, and addressing Maître Archignat, demanded to know if there
were anything false in my statement.
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