fellows: eleven thousand were they who died for the faith, being put to
the sword by barbarous Moors, on the twenty-third day of October, two
hundred and thirty-eight: their bones are piled in the vaults, and many
of their skulls are in the church. St. Ursel's is in a thin golden case,
and stands on the high altar, but shown to humble Christians only on
solemn days."
"Eleven thousand virgins!" cried Denys. "What babies German men must
have been in days of yore. Well: would all their bones might turn flesh
again, and their skulls sweet faces, as we pass through the gates. 'Tis
odds but some of them are wearied of their estate by this time."
"Tush, Denys!" said Gerard; "why wilt thou, being good, still make
thyself seem evil? If thy wishing-cap be on, pray that we may meet the
meanest she of all those wise virgins in the next world: and, to that
end, let us reverence their holy dust in this one. And then there is the
church of the Maccabees, and the caldron, in which they and their mother
Solomona were boiled by a wicked king for refusing to eat swine's
flesh."
"O peremptory king! and pig-headed Maccabees! I had eaten bacon with my
pork liever than change places at the fire with my meat."
"What scurvy words are these? it was their faith."
"Nay, bridle thy choler, and tell me, are there nought but churches in
this thy so vaunted city? For I affect rather Sir Knight than Sir
Priest."
"Ay marry, there is an university near a hundred years old; and there is
a market place; no fairer in the world: and at the four sides of it
houses great as palaces; and there is a stupendious senate-house all
covered with images, and at the head of them stands one of stout Herman
Gryn, a soldier like thyself, lad."
"Ay. Tell me of him! what feat of arms earned him his niche?"
"A rare one. He slew a lion in fair combat, with nought but his cloak
and a short sword. He thrust the cloak in the brute's mouth, and cut his
spine in twain, and there is the man's effigy and eke the lion's to
prove it. The like was never done but by three more I ween; Samson was
one, and Lysimachus of Macedon another, and Benaiah, a captain of
David's host."
"Marry! three tall fellows. I would like well to sup with them all
to-night."
"So would not I," said Gerard drily.
"But tell me," said Denys, with some surprise, "when wast thou in
Cologne?"
"Never, but in the spirit. I prattle with the good monks by the way, and
they tell me all the notable things both old and new."
"Ay, ay, have not I seen your nose under their very cowls? But when I
speak of matters that are out of sight, my words they are small, and the
thing it was big: now thy words be as big or bigger than the things; art
a good limner with thy tongue; I have said it: and, for a saint, as
ready with hand, or steel, or bolster--as any poor sinner living: and
so, shall I tell thee which of all these things thou has described draws
me to Cologne?"
"Ay, Denys."
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