The Days of Chivalry; Or, The Legend of CroquemitaineQuatrelles
History
The Days of Chivalry; Or, The Legend of Croquemitaine
Quatrelles
Charlemagne, Emperor, 742-814 -- Fiction; France -- History -- Humor
“I permit you to offer it, cousin,” said the youngster, drawing himself
up grandly.
“Then, sire, since you deign to listen to me, accept this hint. Would
you rule without discomfort, sleep without fearing some evil dream, and
live at ease?”
“That would suit me nicely!”
“Well, then, Joel the Fair, make yourself beloved!”
“We will take care to do so,” said the boy, and immediately gave one
of his subjects a rare buffet for leaning too familiarly on his royal
shoulder.
Charlemagne withdrew to rejoin Eginhard, Theodulph, Leidrade, and
Alcuin, with whom he had shut himself up to work at his code of laws.
But he had hardly been in his closet half an hour when a great hubbub
was heard under the windows; shouts, laughter, and cries were mingled
together, and soon rose to such a pitch that the Emperor rose, curious
to see what was the cause of the tumult, and went to the window.
I can assure you, young people, that he was not a little astonished to
see Mitaine fighting with a big boy, whom she had just thrown down and
was kneeling upon.
“So, Master Joel, you have a strange way of ruling,” said Charles,
opening the window. “Is this the way in which you ensure the peace of
your dominions? What is the meaning of this?”
The tumult ceased. Mitaine released her victim, and Joel advanced and
addressed Charles.
“I must remind you, sire, that you promised us uninterrupted liberty,
and I have therefore some right to feel astonished when you interfere
with my kingdom. What would your Majesty say if the King of Saragossa
or of Persia were to question you about your doings in your own realm?
However, I have not forgotten that it is to you I owe my crown, and as
I am a gallant prince, I will consent to answer your questions. We had
determined to hold a tournament, and in order that it might be done in
a manner becoming my state, I first chose myself a court. It is
composed of those whom you see yonder, half-inclined to quarrel over
the scrag-end of a pie. I armed my knights--those are they on the lawn
yonder, where they are now holding gallant encounters, which will prove
to you I have chosen well. I improvised arms as I had invented knights.
The ladies chose their gallants. Mitaine was unanimously elected Queen
of Beauty, and she selected for her knight that big boy to whom she has
just been giving such thumps. The trumpets sounded, and I took my place
on the throne with a majesty that could not have failed to please you.
The jousts commenced, and all went well enough. Riolet received a blow
on the eye from Chariot, which lends quite a martial air to his visage;
Loys has had two teeth knocked out; and Ode has left two handfuls of
hair on the field.”
[Illustration: 112]
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