They traced on its surface a scarlet cloak and two angels" wings. All the rest was lost under the leads which held in equilibrium the numerous breakages in the gla.s.s. The day was declining; the shadows were lengthening; Madame Bordin had become grave.
Bouvard withdrew, and presently reappeared m.u.f.fled up in a woollen wrapper, then knelt down at the prie-dieu with his elbows out, his face in his hands, the light of the sun falling on his bald patch; and he was conscious of this effect, for he said:
"Don"t I look like a monk of the Middle Ages?"
Then he raised his forehead on one side, with swimming eyes, and trying to give a mystical expression to his face. The solemn voice of Pecuchet was heard in the corridor:
"Don"t be afraid. It is I." And he entered, his head covered with a helmet--an iron pot with pointed ear-pieces.
Bouvard did not quit the prie-dieu. The two others remained standing. A minute slipped away in glances of amazement.
Madame Bordin appeared rather cold to Pecuchet. However he wished to know whether everything had been shown to them.
"It seems to me so." And pointing towards the wall: "Ah! pray excuse us; there is an object which we may restore in a moment."
The widow and Marescot thereupon took their leave. The two friends conceived the idea of counterfeiting a compet.i.tion. They set out on a race after each other; one giving the other the start. Pecuchet won the helmet.
Bouvard congratulated him upon it, and received praises from his friend on the subject of the wrapper.
Melie arranged it with cords, in the fashion of a gown. They took turns about in receiving visits.
They had visits from Girbal, Foureau, and Captain Heurtaux, and then from inferior persons--Langlois, Beljambe, their husbandmen, and even the servant-girls of their neighbours; and, on each occasion, they went over the same explanations, showed the place where the chest would be, affected a tone of modesty, and claimed indulgence for the obstruction.
Pecuchet on these days wore the Zouave"s cap which he had formerly in Paris, considering it more in harmony with an artistic environment. At a particular moment, he would put the helmet on his head, and incline it over the back of his neck, in order to have his face free. Bouvard did not forget the movement with the halberd; finally, with one glance, they would ask each other whether the visitor was worthy of having "the monk of the Middle Ages" represented.
What a thrill they felt when M. de Faverges" carriage drew up before the garden gate! He had only a word to say to them. This was the occasion of his visit:
Hurel, his man of business, had informed him that, while searching everywhere for doc.u.ments, they had bought up old papers at the farm of Aubrye.
That was perfectly true.
Had they not discovered some letters of Baron de Gonneval, a former aide-de-camp of the Duke of Angouleme, who had stayed at Aubrye? He wished to have this correspondence for family reasons.
They had not got it in the house, but they had in their possession something that would interest him if he would be good enough to follow them into their library.
Never before had such well-polished boots creaked in the corridor. They knocked against the sarcophagus. He even went near smashing several tiles, moved an armchair about, descended two steps; and, when they reached the second chamber, they showed him under the canopy, in front of the St. Peter, the b.u.t.ter-pot made at Noron.
Bouvard and Pecuchet thought that the date might some time be of use.
Through politeness, the n.o.bleman inspected their museum. He kept repeating, "Charming! very nice!" all the time giving his mouth little taps with the handle of his switch; and said that, for his part, he thanked them for having rescued those remains of the Middle Ages, an epoch of religious faith and chivalrous devotion. He loved progress, and would have given himself up like them to these interesting studies, but that politics, the General Council, agriculture, a veritable whirlwind, drove him away from them.
"After you, however, one would have merely gleanings, for soon you will have captured all the curiosities of the department."
"Without vanity, we think so," said Pecuchet.
However, one might still discover some at Chavignolles; for example, there was, close to the cemetery wall in the lane, a holy-water basin buried under the gra.s.s from time immemorial.
They were pleased with the information, then exchanged a significant glance--"Is it worth the trouble?"--but already the Count was opening the door.
Melie, who was behind it, fled abruptly.
As he pa.s.sed out of the house into the grounds, he observed Gorju smoking his pipe with folded arms.
"You employ this fellow? I would not put much confidence in him in a time of disturbance."
And M. de Faverges sprang lightly into his tilbury.
Why did their servant-maid seem to be afraid of him?
They questioned her, and she told them she had been employed on his farm. She was that little girl who poured out drink for the harvesters when they came there two years before. They had taken her on as a help at the chateau, and dismissed her in consequence of false reports.
As for Gorju, how could they find fault with him? He was very handy, and showed the utmost consideration for them.
Next day, at dawn, they repaired to the cemetery. Bouvard felt with his walking-stick at the spot indicated. They heard the sound of a hard substance. They pulled up some nettles, and discovered a stone basin, a baptismal font, out of which plants were sprouting. It is not usual, however, to bury baptismal fonts outside churches.
Pecuchet made a sketch of it; Bouvard wrote out a description of it; and they sent both to Larsoneur. His reply came immediately.
"Victory, my dear a.s.sociates! Unquestionably, it is a druidical bowl!"
However, let them be careful about the matter. The axe was doubtful; and as much for his sake as for their own, he pointed out a series of works to be consulted.
In a postscript, Larsoneur confessed his longing to have a look at this bowl, which opportunity would be afforded him in a few days, when he would be starting on a trip from Brittany.
Then Bouvard and Pecuchet plunged into Celtic archaeology.
According to this science, the ancient Gauls, our ancestors, adored Kirk and Kron, Taranis Esus, Nelalemnia, Heaven and Earth, the Wind, the Waters, and, above all, the great Teutates, who is the Saturn of the Pagans; for Saturn, when he reigned in Phoenicia, wedded a nymph named An.o.bret, by whom he had a child called Jeud. And An.o.bret presents the same traits as Sara; Jeud was sacrificed (or near being so), like Isaac; therefore, Saturn is Abraham; whence the conclusion must be drawn that the religion of the Gauls had the same principles as that of the Jews.
Their society was very well organised. The first cla.s.s of persons amongst them included the people, the n.o.bility, and the king; the second, the jurisconsults; and in the third, the highest, were ranged, according to Taillepied, "the various kinds of philosophers," that is to say, the Druids or Saronides, themselves divided into Eubages, Bards, and Vates.
One section of them prophesied, another sang, while a third gave instruction in botany, medicine, history, and literature, in short, all the arts of their time.
Pythagoras and Plato were their pupils. They taught metaphysics to the Greeks, sorcery to the Persians, aruspicy to the Etruscans, and to the Romans the plating of copper and the traffic in hams.
But of this people, who ruled the ancient world, there remain only stones either isolated or in groups of three, or placed together so as to resemble a rude chamber, or forming enclosures.
Bouvard and Pecuchet, filled with enthusiasm, studied in succession the stone on the Post-farm at Ussy, the Coupled Stone at Quest, the Standing Stone near L"Aigle, and others besides.
All these blocks, of equal insignificance, speedily bored them; and one day, when they had just seen the menhir at Pa.s.sais, they were about to return from it when their guide led them into a beech wood, which was blocked up with ma.s.ses of granite, like pedestals or monstrous tortoises. The most remarkable of them is hollowed like a basin. One of its sides rises, and at the further end two channels run down to the ground; this must have been for the flowing of blood--impossible to doubt it! Chance does not make these things.
The roots of the trees were intertwined with these rugged pedestals. In the distance rose columns of fog like huge phantoms. It was easy to imagine under the leaves the priests in golden tiaras and white robes, and their human victims with arms bound behind their backs, and at the side of the bowl the Druidess watching the red stream, whilst around her the mult.i.tude yelled, to the accompaniment of cymbals and of trumpets made from the horns of the wild bull.
Immediately they decided on their plan. And one night, by the light of the moon, they took the road to the cemetery, stealing in like thieves, in the shadows of the houses. The shutters were fastened, and quiet reigned around every dwelling-place; not a dog barked.
Gorju accompanied them. They set to work. All that could be heard was the noise of stones knocking against the spade as it dug through the soil.
The vicinity of the dead was disagreeable to them. The church clock struck with a rattling sound, and the rosework on its tympanum looked like an eye espying a sacrilege. At last they carried off the bowl.
They came next morning to the cemetery to see the traces of the operation.
The abbe, who was taking the air at his door, begged of them to do him the honour of a visit, and, having introduced them into his breakfast-parlour, he gazed at them in a singular fashion.