Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
One Sunday--it was that of the last publication of Brulette's
banns--the Head-Woodsman and his son, who had seemed all day to be
consulting privately, went off together, saying that a matter
connected with the marriage called them to Nohant. Brulette, who
knew all about the arrangements for her wedding, was a good deal
surprised at their sudden activity, and still more that they told her
nothing about it. She was even inclined to pout at Huriel, who said
he should be absent for twenty-four hours; but he would not yield,
and managed to pacify her by letting her think he was only going on
her business and planning to give her some pleasant surprise.
But Thérence, whom I watched narrowly, seemed to me to make an effort
to hide her uneasiness, and as soon as her father and Huriel had
started, she carried me off into the little park and said:--
"Tiennet, I am worried to death, and I don't know what can be done to
remedy matters. Listen to what has happened, and tell me if we can
do anything to prevent harm. Last night as I lay awake I heard my
father and brother agreeing to go and protect Joseph, and from what
they said I made out that Joseph, though very ill-received by the
bagpipers of your parts, to whom he applied for admission to the
guild, is determined to insist on admittance,--a thing that they dare
not refuse him openly without having put his talents to the test. It
appears that the younger Carnat has also applied for admittance in
place of his father, who retires; and his trial was to take place
before the corporation this very day; so that Joseph has put himself
forward to interfere with a claim that was not to be contested, and
which was promised and half-granted in advance. Now, some of our
wood-cutters who frequent the wine-shops have overheard certain
wicked plans which the bagpipers of your neighborhood are making; for
they are resolved to eject Joseph, if they can, by sneering at his
music. If there was no greater risk than his having to bear
injustice and defeat, I should not be so uneasy as you see me; but my
father and brother, who belong to the guild and have a voice in all
proceedings, feel it their duty to be present at this competition
solely to protect Joseph. And, more than that, there was something I
could not make out, because the guild have certain secret terms among
themselves which my father and brother used, and which I did not
understand. But however one looks at it, I am sure they are going
into danger, for they carried under their blouses those little
single-sticks, the harm of which you have already seen, and they even
sharpened their pruning-hooks and hid them under their clothes,
saying to each other early this morning, 'The devil is in that lad;
he can neither be happy himself nor let others be. We must protect
him, however; though he is obstinately rushing among the wolves,
without thinking of his own skin or that of others.' My brother
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