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STORY THE FIFTY FOURTH -- THE RIGHT MOMENT.
By Mahiot D"auquesnes.
_Of a damsel of Maubeuge who gave herself up to a waggoner, and refused many n.o.ble lovers; and of the reply that she made to a n.o.ble knight because he reproached her for this--as you will hear._
A n.o.ble knight of Flanders--young, l.u.s.ty, and a good jouster, dancer, and singer, was once living in the county of Hainault with another n.o.ble knight of the same rank then living there, though he had a fine residence in Flanders. Love--as often happens--was the cause that he remained there, for he was much smitten by a damsel of Maubeuge, and G.o.d knows what he did for her; often giving jousts, masquerades, banquets, and whatever else was possible, and that he thought would please his mistress.
He was to some extent in her good graces for a time, but not so much as he wished to be. His friend, the knight of Hainault, who knew of his love affair, did all he could to a.s.sist him, and it was not his fault that his friend did not succeed better. But why make a long story? The good knight of Flanders, do all he would, and his friend also, could never obtain from the lady the supreme favour, but found her still harsh and unkind.
At last he was compelled to return to Flanders; so he took leave of his mistress, and left his friend there, and promised that if he did not return shortly he would often write to her, and give news about himself; and she promised the same on her side.
Now it came to pa.s.s that a few days after the knight had returned to Flanders, that the lady wished to go on a pilgrimage, and made her arrangements accordingly.
And when the carriage was in front of her house, and the waggoner, who was a l.u.s.ty fellow, strong and active, in it, preparing it for her, that she threw a cushion on his head, which caused him to fall on his hands and knees, at which she laughed loud and long.
"By G.o.d, mademoiselle, you made me fall, but I will have my revenge, and before night I will make you tumble."
"You would not be so unkind," she replied, and so saying she took another cushion, and when the waggoner was off his guard, she knocked him down again, and then laughed more heartily than ever.
"What is this, mademoiselle?" cried the waggoner. "Do you want to hurt me? I swear that if I were near you I would take my revenge at once."
"What would you do?" said she.
"If I were up there I would show you," he replied.
"You would do miracles--to hear you talk; but you would never dare to come."
"No?" said he. "You shall see."
He jumped out of the vehicle, entered the house, and ran upstairs, where he found the damsel in her petticoat, and as happy as she could be.
He at once began to a.s.sail her, and--to cut matters short--she was not sorry to let him take what she could not in honour have given him.
At the end of the appointed time she brought forth a fine little waggoner. The matter was not so secret but what the knight of Hainault heard of it, and was much surprised.
He wrote in haste, and sent the letter by a messenger to his friend in Flanders, to say that his mistress had had a child with the help of a waggoner.
You may guess that the other was much surprised at the news, and he quickly came to Hainault to his friend, and begged of him to come and see his mistress and upbraid her with her misdeeds.
Although she was keeping herself concealed at the time, the two knights found means to come to her. She was much ashamed and vexed to see them, as she well knew she would hear nothing pleasant from them, but she plucked up her courage, and put on the best countenance she could.
They began by talking of various matters; and then the good knight of Flanders began his tirade, and called her all the names he could think of.
"You are," he said, "the most shameful and depraved woman in the world, and you have shown the wickedness of your heart by abandoning yourself to a low villain of a waggoner; although many n.o.ble persons offered you their services and you refused them all. For my own part, you know what I did to gain your love, and was I not more deserving of reward than a rascally waggoner who never did anything for you?"
"I beg of you, monsieur," she replied, "to say no more about it--what is done cannot be undone--but I tell you plainly that if you had come at the moment when the waggoner did, that I would have done for you what I did for him."
"Is that so?" he said. "By St. John! he came at a lucky moment! Devil take it! why was I not so fortunate as to know the right time to come."
"Truly," she said, "he came just at the moment when he ought to have come."
"Oh, go to the devil!" he cried, "your moments, and you, and your waggoner as well."
And with that he left, and his friend followed him, and they never had anything more to do with her,--and for a very good reason.
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STORY THE FIFTY-FIFTH -- A CURE FOR THE PLAGUE.
By Monseigneur De Villiers.
_Of a girl who was ill of the plague and caused the death of three men who lay with her, and how the fourth was saved, and she also._
In the year of the pardons of Rome (*) just past, the plague was so great and terrible in Dauphine, that the greater part of the better-cla.s.s people left the country.
(*) The great Jubilee of 1450.
At that time a fair, young damsel felt herself stricken with the malady, and at once repaired to a neighbour, a woman of good condition, and rather old, and related her piteous condition.
The neighbour, who was a wise and prudent woman, was not frightened at what the told her, and had even sufficient courage and a.s.surance to comfort her with words, and what little she could do in the way of medicine. "Alas!" said the young girl who was sick, "my good neighbour, I greatly grieve that I must now leave the world and all the happinesses and amus.e.m.e.nts I have long enjoyed! But, by my oath! and between ourselves, my greatest sorrow is that I must die before I have known and tasted the good things of this world; such and such young men have often solicited me, and I bluntly refused them, for which I am now sorry; and if I die I shall never have another chance to let a man show me how to lose my maidenhead. They have told me that it is so pleasant and good, that I sorrow for my fair and tender body, which must rot without having had this much desired pleasure. And, to tell the truth, my good neighbour, it seems to me that if I once tasted this delight before my death, my end would be easier--I should die more easily, and with less regret. And, what is more, my heart is so set upon this that it might be medicine to me, and the cause of my cure."
"Would to G.o.d!" said the old woman, "that nothing else were needed; you would be soon cured it seems to me, for--thank G.o.d--our town is not yet so dest.i.tute of of men that we cannot find a good fellow to do this job for you."
"My good neighbour," said the young girl, "I would beg of you to go to such an one"--whom she named, who was a fine gentleman, and who had formerly been in love with her--"and tell him to come here and speak to me."
The old woman set out, and found the gentleman, whom she sent to the house. As soon as he came there, the young girl, who, on account of her disease had a high colour, threw her arms round his neck, and kissed him twenty times. The young man, more joyful than ever to find her whom he had so much loved abandon herself to him, seized her without more ado, and showed her that which she so much desired to know.
She was not ashamed to beg and pray him to continue as he had commenced; and, in short, she made him begin again so often that he could do no more. When she saw that, as she had not yet had her fill, she was bold enough to say;
"My friend you have often beseeched for that which I ask you now. You have done all that in you is, I know well. Nevertheless, I know that I have not all I want, and I am sure that I cannot live unless some one else comes and does to me what you have done, and therefore I beg of you, if you value my life, to go to such an one and bring him hither."
"It is true, my dear, that I know well he will do what you want."