France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction; Montgomery, Gabriel, comte de, 1530-1574 -- Fiction
"Mine? Mine? It's Bertrand," said Arnauld, with a start; for being alone
with him at night, and in that dense forest, this man, whom he
ordinarily ruled completely by virtue of his cunning and shrewdness, now
quite as completely had him in his power by virtue of his strength and
courage.
Fortunately for Arnauld, the darkness assured his remaining
unrecognized, and he did his best to disguise his voice.
"Well, friend Bertrand," continued Martin-Guerre, "let me tell you that
I am an escaped prisoner, and that I got away this morning for the
second time (my captors say for the third) from these Spaniards and
English and Germans and Flemings; in short, from this whole catalogue of
foes who have settled down upon our poor land like a swarm of locusts.
For may I be hanged if France is not at this moment another Tower of
Babel! For the last month I have belonged, just as you see me now, to
twenty jabberers of different nationalities; and each patois was always
harsher and more outlandish to listen to than the last. I was tired to
death of being harried from village to village, which was done to me so
much that I began to think they were simply making sport of me, and
amusing themselves by tormenting me. They were forever blackguarding me
about some pretty little witch named Gudule, who was supposed to have
fallen in love with me so madly apparently as to have run away with me."
"Aha!" ejaculated Arnauld.
"I am just telling you what they told me. Well, their raillery tired me
so much that one fine morning I took to my heels, all alone, however. As
bad luck would have it, they caught me, and pounded me so that I had to
pity myself. But what was the good of it all? They threatened to hang me
if I did it again, but that only made me all the more anxious to attempt
it; and this morning, seizing a favorable opportunity while they were
arranging their quarters at Noyon, I gave my tyrants the slip again
finely. God knows how eagerly they have been hunting for me to hang me!
But as I am strongly opposed to that conclusion of the affair, I have
been perched up in a tall tree here in the woods all day, waiting for
night to come; and I couldn't help laughing, although rather feebly, to
see them pass right under my feet, cursing and swearing. When it became
dark, I left my observatory. Now, in the first place, I have lost myself
in the woods, having never been here before; and in the second place, I
am dying of hunger, not having had a morsel between my teeth for
twenty-four hours, except a few leaves and roots, which do not make a
bountiful meal. That is why I fell down from weakness, as you can easily
understand."
"Phew!" said Arnauld. "I didn't understand it that way just now; on the
contrary, you seemed to me, I must confess, to be quite vigorous."
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