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complained, saying he did not want to break anybody's head or have
his own broken just as he was going to be married. To which my
father replied that there was no use in anticipating evil; what one
had to do was to go where humanity required us to help our neighbor.
As they named Leonard among those who had overheard the malicious
talk, I questioned him hastily just now, and he told me that Joseph,
and consequently those who support him, have been threatened for a
week or more, and that your bagpipers talk of not only refusing him
admittance at this competition, but also of depriving him of the wish
and the power to try again. I know, from having heard it spoken of
as a child when my brother was admitted, that the candidates must
behave boldly and endure all sorts of trials of their strength and
courage. With us, the bagpipers lead a wandering life and do not
make their music so much of a business as yours do; therefore they
don't stand in each other's way and never persecute the candidates.
It seems, from what Leonard told me and from my father's
preparations, that here it is different, and that such matters end in
fights which last till one or the other side gives up. Help me,
Tiennet, for I am half-dead with fear and anxiety. I dare not rouse
our wood-cutters; if my father thought I had overheard and betrayed
the secrets of the guild he would deny me all trust and confidence in
future. He expects me to be as brave as any woman can be in danger;
but ever since that dreadful Malzac affair, I own to you I have no
courage at all, and that I am tempted to fling myself into the middle
of the fight, so much do I dread the results for those I love."
"And you call that want of courage, my brave girl?" I replied. "Now
don't be troubled and leave me to act. The devil will be very
cunning if I can't discover for myself, without suspicion falling on
you, what those bagpipers are about; and if your father blames me, if
he even drives me away and refuses the happiness I have been hoping
to win,--I shall not care, Thérence! So long as I bring him or send
him safe back to you, and Huriel also, I shall have my reward even if
I never see you again. Good-bye; don't give way to anxiety; say
nothing to Brulette, for she would lose her head. I know what should
be done. Look as if you knew nothing. I take it all on my
shoulders."
Thérence flung herself on my breast and kissed me on both cheeks with
the innocence of a pure girl; so, filled to the brim with courage and
confidence, I went to work.
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