Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"Then," he said, taking Brulette's hand, for he had looked at her
more than at all the rest, "I ask, by way of payment, to be allowed
to dance with this pretty girl, even though she be engaged to some
one else."
"She is engaged to me, Huriel," said I, "but as we are friends, I
yield my rights to you for this dance."
"Thank you," answered he, shaking hands; then he whispered in my ear,
"I pretended not to know you; but if you see no harm to yourself so
much the better."
"Don't say you are a muleteer and it is all right," I replied.
While the folks were questioning about the stranger, another fuss
arose at the musician's stone. Père Carnat refused to play or to
allow his son to play. He even scolded François openly for letting
an unknown man supplant him; and the more people tried to settle the
matter by telling him the stranger had not taken any money, the
angrier he got. In fact when Père Maurice Viaud told him he was
jealous, and that the stranger could outdo him and all the other
neighboring players, he was beside himself with rage.
He rushed into the midst of us and demanded of Huriel whether he had
a license to play the bagpipes,--which made every body laugh, and the
muleteer most of all. At last, being summoned by the old savage to
reply, Huriel said, "I don't know the customs in your part of the
country, old man, but I have travelled enough to know the laws, and I
know that nowhere in France do artists buy licenses."
"Artists!" exclaimed Carnat, puzzled by a word which, like the rest
of us, he had never heard, "What does that mean? Are you talking
gibberish?"
"Not at all," replied Huriel. "I will call them musicians if you
like; and I assert that I am free to play music wherever I please
without paying toll to the king of France."
"Well, well, I know that," answered Carnat, "but what you don't know
yourself is that in our part of the country musicians pay a tax to an
association of public players, and receive a license after they have
been tried and initiated."
"I know that too," said Huriel, "and I also know how much money is
paid into your pockets during those trials. I advise you not to try
that upon me. However, happily for you, I don't practise the
profession, and want nothing in your parts. I play gratis where I
please, and no one can prevent that, for the reason that I have got
my degree as master-piper, which very likely you have not, big as you
talk."
Carnat quieted down a little at these words, and they said something
privately to each other that nobody heard, by which they discovered
that they belonged to the same corporation, if not to the same
company. The two Carnats, having no further right to object, as
every one present testified that Huriel had not played for money,
departed grumbling and saying spiteful things, which no one answered
so as to be sooner rid of them.
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