France -- History -- Louis IX, 1226-1270 -- Juvenile fiction
"What put that into your head?" asked his mother, who could not help
smiling at this absurd idea on the part of a boy who was going to begin
life as a page, but who expected to enter at once into the sports and
diversions of the grown-up nobility.
"It was Raymond's falcon that made me think of it," said Louis. "I
suppose I shall not see that bird fly,—at least, not for ever so
long,—and so I want one of my own."
"I did not intend you should know anything about Raymond's falcon," said
his mother, "for I knew it would fill your head so full that there would
be no room for anything else. But we will not talk of falcons now. I
have a great deal to say to my little boy——"
"Not so very little either," said Louis, drawing himself up to his full
height.
"Who is going away," continued his mother, "to learn to be a page, a
squire, and a Christian knight."
We need not know what she said to him, but the three were together until
the room grew dark, and there was no treasure that Louis could take with
him which could be so valuable as the motherly advice he received that
afternoon.
Louis was to start for Barran's castle in the forenoon of the next day,
and was to be accompanied by Bernard and a small body of archers, for,
although there were no wars going on at that time, there was always
danger from robbers. All over France, and in many other parts of Europe,
there were well-organized bands of men who made a regular business of
pillaging travelers on the highways. So it was necessary that Louis
should have with him enough men to defend him against an attack by these
brigands.
Very early in the morning,—earlier than any one else in the chateau,
excepting a few servants,—Louis arose and dressed himself. He did this
very quietly, so as not to wake his brother. Then he stole softly down
to a room in the lower part of the building, where he knew Bernard kept
the falcon he was training. The door of this room was shut, but not
locked, and Louis slipped in without waking the squire, who slept
soundly in a chamber just across the passage-way.
He closed the door, and looking around the room, into which a little
light came from a small, high window, he soon perceived the falcon
sitting on a wooden perch, in a corner. The bird was unhooded, but was
tied by the leg, with a short cord, to the perch. On a small table near
by lay the hood. As Louis approached the falcon, it turned its head
quickly towards him and slightly raised its wings. This threatening
gesture made the boy hesitate; he did not want to be bitten or
scratched. Drawing back, and looking about him, he saw a cloth lying
upon a bench. Seizing this, he quickly threw it over the bird, untied
the cord, and, muffling with the cloth a little bell which was fastened
to one of the falcon's legs, Louis snatched up the hood from the table,
and, with the bird under his arm, he hurried out of the room, carefully
closing the door behind him.
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