Chapter 47
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"Gorenflot!" cried the cavalier.
"M. Chicot!"
"Where the devil are you going?"
"I do not know. And you?"
"Oh! I am going straight before me."
"Very far?"
"Till I stop. But you--what are you doing outside the barriers?"
"Alas! M. Chicot! I am proscribed," said Gorenflot, with an enormous sigh.
"What?"
"Proscribed, I tell you. My brothers reject me from their bosom: I am anathematized, excommunicated."
"Bah! what for?"
"Listen, M. Chicot; you will not believe me, perhaps, but I do not know."
"Perhaps you were met last night gadding about."
"Do not joke; you know quite well what I was doing last night."
"Yes, from eight till ten, but not from ten till three."
"How, from ten till three?"
"Yes, at ten you went out."
"I?"
"Yes, and I asked you where you were going."
"And what did I say?"
"That you were going to pronounce a discourse."
"There was some truth in that," murmured Gorenflot.
"Yes, and you even told me part of it; it was very long, and there were terrible things against the king in it."
"Bah!"
"So terrible, that I should not wonder if you were arrested for them."
"M. Chicot, you open my eyes; did I seem quite awake when I spoke?"
"I must say you seemed very strange; you looked like a man who talks in his sleep."
"Yet, I feel sure I awoke this morning at the Corne d'Abondance."
"Well, of course; you came in again at three o'clock. I know; you left the door open, and made me cold."
"It is true, then?"
"True! ask M. Boutromet."
"M. Boutromet?"
"Yes, he opened to you on your return. And you were so full of pride when you came in, that I said to you,--'Fie, comp è re; pride does not become mortals, more especially monks.'"
"And of what was I proud?"
"Of the success your discourse had met with, and the compliments paid to you by the Duc de Guise and M. de Mayenne."
"Now I understand all."
"That is lucky. Then you confess you went to the assembly; what did you call it? Oh! the Holy Union."
Gorenflot groaned. "I am a somnambulist," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"It means, that with me mind is stronger than matter; so that while the body sleeps, the spirit wakes, and sometimes is so powerful that it forces the body to obey."
"Ah! comp è re, that sounds much like magic; if you are possessed, tell me so frankly; for, really a man who walks and makes discourses in his sleep in which he attacks the king is not natural. Vade retro, Satanas!"
"Then," cried Gorenflot, "you abandon me also. Ah! I could not have believed that of you."
Chicot took pity on him. "What did you tell me just now?" said he.
"I do not know; I feel half mad, and my stomach is empty."
"You spoke of traveling."
"Yes, the holy prior sends me."
"Where to?"
"Wherever I like."
"I also am traveling, and will take you with me."
Gorenflot looked bewildered.
"Well! do you accept?" continued Chicot.
"Accept! I should think so. But have you money to travel with?"
"Look," said Chicot, drawing out his purse.
Gorenflot jumped for joy.
"How much?" said he.
"One hundred and fifty pistoles."
"And where are we going?"
"You shall see."
"When shall we breakfast?"
"Immediately."
"What shall I ride?"
"Not my horse; you would kill it."
"Then what must I do?"
"Nothing more simple; I will buy you an ass."
"You are my benefactor, M. Chicot. Let the ass be strong. Now, where do we breakfast?"
"Here; look over this door and read."
Gorenflot looked up, and saw, "Here eggs, ham, eel-pies, and white wine may be had!" At this sight, Gorenflot's whole face expanded with joy.
"Now," said Chicot, "go and get your breakfast, while I go and look for an ass for you."
CHAPTER XXVIIL
HOW BROTHER GORENFLOT TRAVELED UPON AN ASS, NAMED PANURGE, AND LEARNED MANY THINGS HE DID NOT KNOW BEFORE.
What made Chicot so indifferent to his own repast was, that he had already breakfasted plentifully. Therefore, he sat Gorenflot down to eggs and bacon, while he went among the peasants to look for an ass. He found a pacific creature, four years old, and something between an ass and a horse; gave twenty-two livres for it, and brought it to Gorenflot, who was enchanted at the sight of it, and christened it Panurge. Chicot, seeing by the look of the table that there would be no cruelty in staying his companion's repast, said,--
"Come, now we must go on; at M é lun we will lunch."
Gorenflot got up, merely saying, "At M é lun, at M é lun."
They went on for about four leagues, then Gorenflot lay down on the grass to sleep, while Chicot began to calculate.
"One hundred and twenty leagues, at ten leagues a day, would take twelve days." It was as much as he could reasonably expect from the combined forces of a monk and an ass. But Chicot shook his head. "It will not do," he said, "if he wants to follow me, he must do fifteen."
He pushed the monk to wake him, who, opening his eyes, said, "Are we at M é lun? I am hungry."
"Not yet, comp è re, and that is why I woke you; we must get on; we go too slow, ventre de biche!"
"Oh, no, dear M. Chicot; it is so fatiguing to go fast. Besides, there is no hurry: am I not traveling for the propagation of the faith, and you for pleasure? Well, the slower we go, the better the faith will be propagated, and the more you will amuse yourself. My advice is to stay some days at M é lun, where they make excellent eel-pies. What do you say, M. Chicot?"
"I say, that my opinion is to go as fast as possible; not to lunch at M é lun, but only to sup at Monterau, to make up for lost time."
Gorenflot looked at his companion as if he did not understand.
"Come, let us get on," said Chicot.
The monk sat still and groaned.
"If you wish to stay behind and travel at your ease, you are welcome."
"No, no!" cried Gorenflot, in terror; "no, no, M. Chicot; I love you too much to leave you!"
"Then to your saddle at once."
Gorenflot got on his ass this time sideways, as a lady sits, saying it was more comfortable; but the fact was that, fearing they were to go faster, he wished to be able to hold on both by mane and tail.
Chicot began to trot, and the ass followed. The first moments were terrible for Gorenflot, but he managed to keep his seat. From time to time Chicot stood up in his stirrups and looked forward, then, not seeing what he looked for, redoubled his speed.
"What are you looking for, dear M. Chicot?"
"Nothing; but we are not getting on."
"Not getting on! we are trotting all the way."
"Gallop then!" and he began to canter.
Panurge again followed; Gorenflot was in agonies.
"Oh, M. Chicot!" said he, as soon as he could speak, "do you call this traveling for pleasure? It does not amuse me at all."
"On! on!"
"It is dreadful!"
"Stay behind then!"
"Panurge can do no more; he is stopping."
"Then adieu, comp è re!"
Gorenflot felt half inclined to reply in the same manner, but he remembered that the horse, whom he felt ready to curse, bore on his back a man with a hundred and fifty pistoles in his pocket, so he resigned himself, and beat his ass to make him gallop once more.
"I shall kill my poor Panurge!" cried he dolefully, thinking to move Chicot.
"Well, kill him," said Chicot quietly, "and we will buy another."
All at once Chicot, on arriving at the top of a hill, reined in his horse suddenly. But the ass, having once taken it into his head to gallop, was not so easily stopped, and Gorenflot was forced to let himself slide off and hang on to the donkey with all his weight before he could stop him.
"Ah, M. Chicot!" cried he, "what does it all mean? First we must gallop fit to break our necks, and then we must stop short here!"
Chicot had hidden himself behind a rock, and was eagerly watching three men who, about two hundred yards in advance, were traveling on quietly on their mules, and he did not reply.
"I am tired and hungry!" continued Gorenflot angrily.
"And so am I," said Chicot; "and at the first hotel we come to we will order a couple of fricasseed chickens, some ham, and a jug of their best wine."
"Really, is it true this time?"
"I promise you, comp è re."
"Well, then, let us go and seek it. Come, Panurge, you shall have some dinner."
Chicot remounted his horse, and Gorenflot led his ass. The much-desired inn soon appeared, but, to the surprise of Gorenflot, Chicot caused him to make a detour and pass round the back. At the front door were standing the three travelers.
CHAPTER XXIX.
HOW BROTHER GORENFLOT CHANGED HIS ASS FOR A MULE, AND HIS MULE FOR A HORSE.
However, Gorenflot's troubles were near their end for that day, for after the detour they went on a mile, and then stopped at a rival hotel. Chicot took a room which looked on to the high-road, and ordered supper. But even while he was eating he was constantly on the watch. However, at ten o'clock, as he had seen nothing, he went to bed, first, however, ordering that the horse and the ass should be ready at daybreak.
"At daybreak?" uttered Gorenflot, with a deep sigh.
"Yes; you must be used to getting up at that time."
"Why so?"
"For matins."
"I had an exemption from the superior." Chicot ordered Gorenflot's bed to be placed in his room. With daylight he was up and at the window, and before very long he saw three mules coming along. He ran to Gorenflot and shook him.
"Can I not have a moment's rest?" cried the monk, who had been sleeping for ten hours.
"Be quick; get up and dress, for we are going."
"But the breakfast?"
"Is on the road to Monterau."
"Where is Monterau?"
"It is the city where we breakfast, that is enough for you. Now, I am going down to pay the bill, and if you are not ready in five minutes, I go without you."
A monk's toilet takes not long; however, Gorenflot took six minutes, and when he came down Chicot was starting. This day passed much like the former one, and by the third, Gorenflot was beginning to get accustomed to it, when towards the evening, Chicot lost all his gaiety. Since noon he had seen nothing of the three travelers; therefore he was in a very bad humor. They were off at daybreak and galloped till noon, but all in vain; no mules were visible. Chicot stopped at a turnpike, and asked the man if he had seen three travelers pass on mules.
"Not to-day," was the reply, "yesterday evening about seven."
"What were they like?"
"They looked like a master and two servants!"
"It was them," said Chicot; "ventre de biche! they have twelve hours' start of me. But courage!"
"Listen, M. Chicot!" said Gorenflot, "my ass can do no more, even your horse is almost exhausted." Chicot looked, and saw, indeed, that the poor animals were trembling from head to foot.
"Well! brother," said he, "we must take a resolution. You must leave me."
"Leave you; why?"
"You go too slow."
"Slow! why, we have galloped for five hours this morning."
"That is not enough."
"Well, then, let us go on; the quicker we go, the sooner we shall arrive, for I suppose we shall stop at last."
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