The Knight of Malta Part 15

Thanks to the trees planted in the court, the recorder and his clerk were able for some time to escape the attacks of the bulls by running from tree to tree.

But after awhile their strength was exhausted. Fear paralysed their energies, and they were about to be trampled under foot by these ferocious animals. Be it said to the praise of Raimond V. that, notwithstanding the brutality of his savage pleasantry, he would have been distressed beyond measure if a tragedy had ended this adventure.

Happily one of the halberdiers screamed:

"Master Isnard,--climb a tree,--quick, quick, before the bull gets back."

The corpulent recorder followed the halberdier's counsel, and throwing himself upon the trunk of a sycamore, he held on with knees, feet, and hands, making unheard-of efforts in his clumsy ascent.

The baron and his guests, seeing that the man was no longer in real danger, again began their jests and laughter. The clerk, more nimble than the recorder, was now safely seated in the top of a sycamore.

"Master Bruin has come at last! Take care, beware!" cried Raimond, laughing till the tears came in his eyes at the efforts of the recorder, who was trying to straddle one of the largest branches of the tree he had climbed with so much difficulty.

"If the recorder looks like an old bear climbing his pole," said another, "the clerk looks like an old, s.h.i.+vering monkey,--see his jaws chatter."

"Come, come, clerk, get to your task; where is your pen and your ink, and your register? You are safe, now,--scribble your scrawl," cried the old lord of Signerol.

"Attention, attention, the tournament has begun!" cried one of the guests. "It is Nicolin against a halberdier."

"Largess, largess for Nicolin!"

Seeing the two men of the law safe from their horns, the bulls had turned upon the halberdiers.

But one of the halberdiers, throwing himself against the wall, p.r.i.c.ked the animal so sharply in the nose and the shoulder, that the bull dared not make another attack, and bounded off into the middle of the court.

Seeing the courage of the halberdier, the baron cried:

"Have no fear, my brave fellow, you shall have ten francs to drink his health, and I will furnish the wine gratis."

Then addressing the invisible Larmaee, the old gentleman ordered: "Tell the shepherd to send his dogs, and drive these bulls back into the stable. The dance of the recorder and the clerk has lasted long enough."

The baron had hardly finished speaking, when three shepherd dogs of large size came out of a half-open door and ran straight after the bulls. After a few flourishes, the animals ended the farce by galloping into the stable, the magazine of arms and artillery of Maison-Forte, as the treacherous sign-board had announced.

The recorder and his clerk, seeing themselves delivered from danger, still did not dare descend from their impregnable position. In vain Laramee, bearing two gla.s.ses of wine on a silver plate, came offering the stirrup-cup from the baron, and telling them, what was true, that the bridge had been replaced, and their horses and mules were waiting for them outside.

"I go from here only that my clerk may draw up an official statement of the grievous outrage by which the baron, your master, has rendered himself amenable," cried the recorder, almost breathless, wiping the sweat from his brow, which literally ran with water, in spite of the cold weather. "Perhaps you are reserving some other bad treatment for us, but the governor, and if necessary the cardinal himself, will avenge me, and on my oath, there shall not remain one stone on another of this accursed house--may Satan confound it--"

Raimond V., holding in his hand a long hunting-whip, descended into the court, gave the ten francs to the halberdier who had so bravely combatted the bull, and went up to the tree from which the recorder was fulminating his threats.

"What is that you say, you scoundrel?" said the baron, cracking his whip.

"I say," shouted the recorder, "I say that the marshal will not leave this offence unpunished, and that on my arrival in Ma.r.s.eilles, I will tell him all, I--"

"Eh, Manjour!" cried the baron, with another crack of the whip, "I hope you will tell him all. I have received you in this way that you may tell him, indeed, that he may learn in what light I hold his orders,"

cried the old gentleman, unable to restrain his anger; "the Provencal n.o.bility has known how, in the last century, to drive from its province the insolent Duke d'Epernon and his Gascons, as unworthy of governing it, and shall we not drive away a Vitry, a wretched a.s.sa.s.sin, who acts like an Italian bandit, who leaves our coasts without defence, who obliges us to protect ourselves, and then comes to take away from us the means of resisting the pirates! Get out of here, you rogue, and go to draw up your scrawls elsewhere than in my house!"

"I will not get down!" cried the recorder.

"Do you want me to smoke you out of the tree like a badger in the trunk of a willow?"

Believing Raimond V. capable of anything, Master Isnard slowly descended the tree. His clerk, who had remained silent, imitated his example, and reached the ground at the same time with his master.

"Stop!" said the baron, putting a few pieces of silver in the scribe's hand. "You can drink to the health of the king, our count.

All this is not your fault, clerk." "I forbid you to accept one coin!" cried the recorder. "You shall be obeyed, Master Isnard,"

said the scribe. "These are two silver crowns, and not one coin,"

and he pocketed the present.

"And I will add in my report, sir, that you tried to corrupt my agents," said the recorder.

"Out of here, out, out, you stinking beast!" cried the baron, cracking his whip.

"You give people strange hospitality, Baron des Anbiez," said the recorder.

This reproach seemed to touch Raimond deeply; he said: "Manjour! all the country knows that the lord and the peasant have found free refuge and loyal hospitality in this house. But I am and will be without pity for the petty tyrants of a tyrant cardinal. Out of here, I say, or I will whip you like a bad dog!"

"It will sound well," cried the recorder, purple with rage, and walking backward toward the bridge, "It will sound well that you have attempted the life of an officer of the king's justice, and that you have driven him away from your house with blows of the whip, instead of allowing him to execute peaceably the orders of his Eminence, the cardinal, and of the marshal."

"Yes, yes, you can tell all that to your marshal, and you can add that, if he comes here, although my beard is gray, I engage to prove to him, sword in hand and dagger in fist, that he is nothing but a hired a.s.sa.s.sin, and that his master, the cardinal,--G.o.d preserve the king from him,--is only a sort of Christian pacha, a thousand times more a despot than the Turk. You can tell him, too, to beware of pus.h.i.+ng us to extremes, because we can remember a n.o.ble prince, brother of a good and n.o.ble king, blinded for the moment by this false priest, cousin of Beelzebub. You can tell him, too, that the n.o.bility of Provence, worn out by so many outrages, would rather have for their sovereign Count Gaston of Orleans, than the King of France, since at this time the King of France is Richelieu."

"Take care, baron," whispered the lord of Signerol, "you are going too far."

"Eh, Manjour!" cried the impetuous baron, "my head can answer for my words; but I have an arm, thank G.o.d, able to defend my head. Out of here, you knave! Open your long ears well, and shut them well to keep what you hear. As for our cannon and ammunition, you will see nothing of them. We will renounce our arms when the dogs beg the wolves to cut off their paws and pull out their teeth. Out of here, I say; and repeat my words, and worse, too, if it seems good to you!"

The recorder, having reached the gate, rapidly crossed the bridge, followed by his clerk and his guards, and as he mounted his horse, hurled a thundering anathema at the house of the baron.

Raimond V., delighted with the success of his trick, entered with his guests, and sat down to the table, as the hour of luncheon had just arrived.

The end of the long day pa.s.sed away in joy, in the midst of gay conversation arising from this adventure.

From one of the windows of the castle, Honorat de Berrol had witnessed this scene. Knowing the obstinacy of his future father-in-law, he had not attempted remonstrance, but he could not repress his fear when he thought of the imprudent words Raimond V. had uttered on the subject of Gaston of Orleans.

CHAPTER XII. THE BOHEMIAN

Many days had elapsed since Master Isnard had been driven so unceremoniously from Maison-Forte des Anbiez.

The conduct of the baron toward the deputy of the marshal, the Duke of Vitry, had been generally approved by the n.o.bility of the neighbourhood.

A very small number of gentlemen had submitted to the orders of the governor.

Master Isnard, established in a hostelry of La Ciotat, had despatched a messenger to Ma.r.s.eilles for the purpose of informing the marshal of the lively resistance he had encountered upon the subject of the census of arms.

The citizens generally ranged themselves on the side of the n.o.bility and the clergy, who defended Provencal rights and privileges.

The three estates--the holy clergy, the ill.u.s.trious n.o.bility, and the Provencal republic and communities, as Caesar de Nostradamus names them in his history of Provence--sustained themselves against a common enemy, which is to say, against any governor who attacked their privileges, or, in the opinion of the Proven-cals, was unworthy of governing their country.