Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"I blame you," she answered, "for not having foreseen the dangerous
encounter we were likely to make; I blame you, above all, for giving
assurances of safety to my grandfather and me, in order to induce me
to leave my home and country, where I am loved and respected, and for
having brought me through desolate woods where you were scarcely able
to save me from the insults of your friends. I don't know what
coarse language they used about me, but I understood enough to see
that you were forced to answer for my being a decent girl. So, being
in your company was enough to make my character doubted! Ah, what a
miserable journey! This is the first time in my life I was ever
insulted, and I did not think such a thing could happen to me!"
Thereupon, her heart swelling with mortification and anger, she began
to cry. Huriel at first said nothing; he seemed very sad. Then he
plucked up courage and replied:--
"It is true, Brulette, that you were misjudged. You shall be
revenged, I promise you that. But as I could not punish those men at
the time without endangering you, I suffer within me such pangs of
baffled rage as I cannot describe to you and you could never
comprehend."
Tears cut short his words.
"I don't want to be avenged," said Brulette, "and I beg you won't
think of it again; I will try to forget it all myself."
"But you will always curse the day when you trusted yourself to me,"
he said, clenching his fist as though he would fain knock himself
down.
"Come, come," I said to them, "you must not quarrel now that the harm
and the danger are well over. I admit it was my fault. Huriel
enticed the muleteers away in one direction and could have got us
away in another. It was I who threw Brulette into the lion's jaws,
thinking I could save her quicker."
"There would have been no danger but for that," said Huriel. "Of
course, among muleteers, as among all men who lead a half-wild life,
there are scoundrels. There was one of the kind in that band; but
you saw that they all blamed him. It is also true that many of us
are uneducated and make unseemly jokes. But I don't know what you
really accuse our fraternity of doing. We may be partners in money
and pleasure, as we are in losses and dangers, but we all of us
respect women quite as much as other Christian folk do. You saw
yourself that virtue was respected for its own sake, because one word
from you brought those men at once to their duty."
"Nevertheless," said Brulette, still angry, "you were in a great
hurry to get us away; you made us go fast enough to risk being
drowned in the river. You know you were not master of those bad men,
and you were afraid they might return to their evil wishes."
"It all came from their seeing you run away with Tiennet," said
Huriel. "They thought you were doing wrong. If it had not been for
your fear and your distrust of me you would never have been seen by
my comrades. You may as well confess, both of you, that you had a
very bad idea of me."
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