"No one here, except perhaps myself, is capable of fencing with him; but will you try him yourself, monsieur?" said Borromee.
"I am but a poor bourgeois," said Chicot; "formerly I have used my sword like others, but now my legs tremble and my arm is weak."
"But you practice still?"
"A little," replied Chicot, with a smile. "However, you, Brother Borromee, who are all muscle and tendon, give a lesson to Brother Jacques, I beg, if the prior will permit it."
"I shall be delighted," cried Gorenflot.
The two combatants prepared for the trial. Borromee had the advantage in height and experience. The blood mounted to the cheeks of Jacques and animated them with a feverish color. Borromee gradually dropped all appearance of a monk, and was completely the maitre d"armes: he accompanied each thrust with a counsel or a reproach, but often the vigor and quickness of Jacques triumphed over the skill of his teacher, who was several times touched.
When they paused, Chicot said, "Jacques touched six times and Borromee nine; that is well for the scholar, but not so well for the master."
The flash of Borromee"s eyes showed Chicot that he was proud.
"Monsieur," replied he, in a tone which he endeavored to render calm, "the exercise of arms is a difficult one, especially for poor monks."
"Nevertheless," said Chicot, "the master ought to be at least half as good again as his pupil, and if Jacques were calmer, I am certain he would fence as well as you."
"I do not think so," replied Borromee, biting his lips with anger.
"Well! I am sure of it."
"M. Briquet, who is so clever, had better try Jacques himself," replied Borromee, in a bitter tone.
"Oh! I am old."
"Yes, but learned."
"Ah! you mock," thought Chicot, "but wait." Then he said, "I am certain, however, that Brother Borromee, like a wise master, often let Jacques touch him out of complaisance."
"Ah!" cried Jacques, frowning in his turn.
"No," replied Borromee, "I love Jacques, certainly, but I do not spoil him in that manner. But try yourself, M. Briquet."
"Oh, no."
"Come, only one pa.s.s."
"Try," said Gorenflot.
"I will not hurt you, monsieur," said Jacques, "I have a very light hand."
"Dear child," murmured Chicot, with a strange glance. "Well!" said he, "since every one wishes it, I will try," and he rose slowly, and prepared himself with about the agility of a tortoise.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE LESSON.
Fencing was not at that time the science that it is now. The swords, sharp on each side, made them strike as often with the edge as with the point; besides, the left hand, armed with a dagger, was at the same time offensive and defensive, and hence resulted a number of slight wounds, which, in a real combat, kept up a continual excitement. Fencing, then in its infancy, consisted in a crowd of evolutions, in which the actor moved continually, and which, on a ground chosen by chance, might be continually impeded by its nature.
It was common to see the fencer throw himself forward, draw back again, or jump to the right or left, so that agility, not only of the hand, but of the whole body, was necessary. Chicot did not appear to have learned in this school, but seemed to have forestalled the modern style, of which the superiority and grace is in the agility of the hands and immovability of the body. He stood erect and firm, with a wrist at once strong and supple, and with a sword which seemed a flexible reed from the point to the middle of the blade, and an inflexible steel from thence to the guard.
At the very first commencement, Jacques, seeing before him this man of bronze, whose wrist alone seemed alive, gave some impatient pa.s.ses, which merely made Chicot extend his arm, and at every opening left by the young man, strike him full on the chest. Jacques, red with anger and emulation as this was repeated, bounded back, and for ten minutes displayed all the resources of his wonderful agility--he flew like a tiger, twisted like a serpent, and bounded from right to left; but Chicot, with his calm air and his long arm, seized his time, and putting aside his adversary"s sword, still sent his own to the same place, while Borromee grew pale with anger. At last, Jacques rushed a last time on Chicot, who, parrying his thrust with force, threw the poor fellow off his equilibrium, and he fell, while Chicot himself remained firm as a rock.
"You did not tell us you were a pillar," said Borromee, biting his nails with vexation.
"I, a poor bourgeois!" said Chicot.
"But, monsieur, to manage a sword as you do, you must have practiced enormously."
"Oh! mon Dieu! yes, monsieur, I have often held the sword, and have always found one thing."--"What is that?"
"That for him who holds it, pride is a bad counselor and anger a bad a.s.sistant. Now, listen, Jacques," added he: "you have a good wrist, but neither legs nor head; you are quick, but you do not reason. There are three essential things in arms--first the head, then the hands and legs: with the one you can defend yourself, with the others you may conquer, but with all three you can always conquer."
"Ah! monsieur," said Jacques, "try Brother Borromee; I should like to see it."
"No," said the treasurer, "I should be beaten, and I would rather confess it than prove it."
"How modest and amiable he is!" said Gorenflot.
"On the contrary," whispered Chicot, "he is stupid with vanity. At his age I would have given anything for such a lesson," and he sat down again.
Jacques approached him, and admiration triumphing over the shame of defeat:
"Will you give me some lessons, M. Briquet?" said he; "the prior will permit it, will you not, your reverence?"
"With pleasure, my child."
"I do not wish to interfere with your master," said Chicot, bowing to Borromee.
"Oh! I am not his only master," said he. "Neither all the honor nor the defeat are wholly due to me."
"Who is the other, then?"
"Oh! no one!" cried Borromee, fearing he had committed an imprudence.
"Who is he, Jacques?" asked Chicot.
"I remember," said Gorenflot; "he is a little fat man who comes here sometimes and drinks well."
"I forget his name," said Borromee.
"I know it," said a monk who was standing by. "It is Bussy Leclerc."