These personages were no other than Master Isnard, recorder of the admiralty of Toulon, and his clerk or scribe, who, mounted on an old white mule, carried behind enormous bags filled with bundles of papers, and two large registers in their boxes of black s.h.a.green.
The clerk was a little middle-aged man, with a pointed nose, a pointed chin, high cheek-bones, and sharp eyes. This nose, this chin, and these cheek-bones, and these eyes were very red, thanks to the very keen wind from the north.
A valet, mounted on another mule, laden with wallets, and two halberdiers, dressed in green and orange-coloured ca.s.socks trimmed with white lace, accompanied the recorder and his clerk.
It was evident that the two officers of justice did not enjoy an unmarred serenity.
Master Isnard, especially, betrayed his bad humour, from time to time, by imprecations upon the cold, the weather, the roads, and particularly upon his mission.
The clerk responded to these complaints with a humble and pitiful air.
"On my oath!" cried the recorder, "here I am only two days on my circuit, and it is far from promising anything agreeable. Hm! the n.o.bility takes this census of arms ordered by the Marshal of Vitry very ill; they receive us in their castles like Turks--"
"And we are happy to be received at all, Master Isnard," said the clerk; "the lord of Signerol shut his door in our faces, and we were obliged to draw up our report by the light of the moon. The lord of Saint-Yves received us reluctantly."
"And all these resistances, open or mute, to the orders of his Eminence, the cardinal, will be duly recorded, clerk, and bad intentions will be punished!"
"Fortunately, the reception given by the Baron des Anbiez will indemnify us for these tribulations, Master Isnard. They say the old lord is the best of men. His jovial nature is as well known throughout the country as the austerity of his brother, the commander of the black galley, or the charity of Father Elzear of the Order of Mercy, his other brother--"
"Hm! Raimond V. does well to be hospitable," growled the recorder; "he is one of those old strife-stirrers, always ready to draw his sword against any established power; but patience, clerk, good courage, the reign of men of peace and justice has come, thank G.o.d! All these arrogant disputants, with long rapiers and spurs, will keep as quiet in their strong castles as wolves in their dens, or, on my oath, we will rase their houses to the ground and sow salt on them. However," added Master Isnard, as if he wanted to give himself artificial courage, "we are always sure of the support of the cardinal; just let them touch a hair of our heads,--why, you see, clerk, that it would be the same as pulling a hair out of the beard of his Eminence!"
"Which would be dreadfully injurious to the said Eminence, Master Isnard, as they say he has a regular cat"s beard,--thin and sharp."
"You are an a.s.s!" said the recorder, shrugging his shoulders, and giving his horse a thrust of the spur.
The clerk lowered his head, said no more, and blew through his fingers by way of keeping in countenance.
The little caravan followed the road for some time along the beach, the sea on the right, and interminable rocks on the left, when they were joined by a traveller modestly seated on a donkey.
The tawny complexion of this man, with his overcoat of leather, his red cap, from which escaped a forest of black hair, curled and standing on end, and a little portable forge, fastened to one side of the pack-saddle on the back of his donkey, proved him to be one of those strolling Bohemians who go from farm to village, offering their services to housekeepers as repairers of household utensils.
Notwithstanding the cold, the legs and feet of this man were naked. His delicate and nervous limbs, and his expressive face, scarcely shaded by a black and distinctly marked beard, presented the type peculiar to the men of his race.
His donkey was quiet and tractable, and had neither bit nor bridle,--he guided it by means of a stick which he held to the animal"s left eye, if he wished to go to the right, and to the right eye if he wished him to go to the left. As he approached the recorder and his attendants, the Bohemian took the donkey by one of his long, pendent ears, and stopped him suddenly.
"Can you tell me, sir," said the Bohemian to the recorder, respectfully, "if I am still far from La Ciotat?"
The recorder, thinking, doubtless, the man unworthy of a reply from him, made a disdainful gesture, and said to his scribe:
"Answer him, clerk," and rode on.
"The mouth is the mistress, the ear is the slave," said the Bohemian, bowing himself humbly before the clerk.
The clerk inflated his thin cheeks, a.s.sumed a haughty air, seated himself on his mule with triumphant dignity, and said to the valet who followed him, as he pointed to the Bohemian:
"Lackey, reply to him," and pa.s.sed on.
Little John, more compa.s.sionate, told the wanderer that he could follow the caravan, as it was on its way to a place quite near the town of La Ciotat.
The two halberdiers were a short distance in the rear, and, joining the princ.i.p.al group, all continued to move forward on the beach. The sun soon made its influence felt; although it was in the month of December, its rays became so warm that Master Isnard felt the need of relieving himself of his cloak. He tossed it to his clerk, saying:
"Are you sure, clerk, that you recognise the route to Maison-Forte, the castle of Raimond V., Baron des Anbiez? For we are to stop first at his dwelling. It is from that point that I will begin the census of arms in this diocese. Eh, eh, clerk, the morning air and salt odour of the beach gives me an appet.i.te! They say the baron has the good cheer of an abbe, and the hospitality of the good King Rene. So much the better, on my oath! so much the better, clerk. Instead of putting up for fifteen days at some paltry hostelry of La Ciotat, eh, eh! I will make my winter quarters at Maison-Forte of Raimond V., and you will follow me, clerk," said the recorder, giving himself airs. "Instead of your bacon with garlic and beans, and your codfish seasoned with oil for high days, you will only have to choose between fowl, venison, and the best fish of the gulf. Eh, eh! for a starved wretch like you, it is a rare windfall, so, clerk, you can get a big mouthful--"
The poor scribe made no reply to these coa.r.s.e pleasantries, by which he felt humiliated, and only said to the recorder: "I recognise the road easily, Master Isnard, because there is a post bearing the escutcheon of Raimond V., and a milestone which marks the land belonging to the house of Baux."
"The lands of Baux!" cried the recorder, with indignation.
"Another one of the abuses that his Eminence will destroy, on my oath! It is enough to make one insane to try to find his way out of-this labyrinth of feudal privileges!" Then, pa.s.sing from grave to gay, the recorder added, with a loud laugh, "Eh, eh! it would be as difficult a task as for you to distinguish the wine of Xeres from the wine of Malaga, accustomed as you are to drink the second pressing of the grape like a fish, and then taste a gla.s.s of Sauve-chretien, to put a good taste in your mouth."
"And happy when this grape-water does not fail us, Master Isnard,"
said the poor clerk, with a sigh.
"Eh, eh! then the river never fails, and a.s.ses can drink at their ease," replied the recorder, insolently.
His unhappy victim could only hang his head in silence, while the recorder, proud of his triumph, put his hand above his eyes, hoping to discover the roof of Maison-Forte des Anbiez, as his appet.i.te was growing clamorous.
The Bohemian, who rode behind the two talkers, had heard their conversation.
Although his features were common, they showed much penetration and intelligence. His little, piercing, changing black eyes constantly moved from the recorder to the clerk with an expression by turns ironical and compa.s.sionate. When Master Isnard had finished conversation by his coa.r.s.e witticism on a.s.ses, he contracted his eyebrows into a severe frown, and seemed about to speak, but whether he feared the recorder, or was afraid of saying too much, he remained silent.
"Tell me, clerk," cried the recorder, stopping short before a post, painted with a coat of arms, which marked a division of the road, "is not this the route to Des Anbiez?"
"Yes, Master Isnard, but we must leave the sh.o.r.e. This is the road to Maison-Forte; it is about two hundred steps from here; this rock hides it from you," answered the clerk, as he pointed to a sort of little promontory which thrust itself into the sea, and thus interfered with a view of the castle.
"Then, clerk, go on before," said the recorder, checking his own horse, and giving a blow of his switch to the scribe"s mule.
The clerk rode on in advance, and the little band ventured into a precipitous road which wound its way across the rocks on the coast.
After a quarter of an hour"s travel, the road became level, and wooded hills, vines, olive-trees, and sown fields succeeded the rocks. Master Isnard at last saw, to his great joy, the imposing pile of Maison-Forte.
It stood out at the end of an immense avenue, planted with six rows of beeches and sycamores, which conducted to the vast court of which we have spoken.
"Eh, eh!" said the recorder, expanding his nostrils, "it is about midday; it ought to be the dinner-hour of Raimond V., for these country lords follow the old Provencal custom: they take four meals; every four hours,--breakfast at eight o"clock, dine in the middle of the day, lunch at four o"clock, and sup at eight." "Indeed, then they must eat nearly all day long," said the clerk, with a sigh of envy, "for they often sit three or four hours at table."
"Eh, eh! you are licking your lean lips already, clerk; but do you not see a thick smoke on the side of the kitchens?"
"Master Isnard, I do not know where the kitchens are," said the clerk. "I have never been inside Maison-Forte, but I do see a thick smoke above the tower which looks toward the west."
"And you do not detect the odour of fish-soup, or roast? On my oath, in the house of Raimond V. it ought to be Christmas every day. Come, can"t you scent something, man?"
The clerk held his nose in the air like a dog on the scent, and replied, with a shake of the head: "Master, I scent nothing."
When the recorder had arrived a few steps from the court of Maison-Forte, he was astonished to see no one outside of this large habitation, at an hour when domestic duties always require so much commotion.
As we have said, the court formed a sort of parallelogram.
At the farther end of this parallelogram rose the main dwelling.
On each side could be seen its wings at right angles, and the buildings occupied by persons in the employ of the castle.