French Mediaeval Romances from the Lays of Marie de France eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 248 pages of information about French Mediaeval Romances from the Lays of Marie de France.

French Mediaeval Romances from the Lays of Marie de France eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 248 pages of information about French Mediaeval Romances from the Lays of Marie de France.

“Sir, you are served to your wish.  Just beyond the walls is a right fair religious house, with many holy women.”

On the morrow Messire Thibault went to this house, and heard Mass.  Afterwards he spoke to the Abbess and her chapter, praying that he might leave his lady in their charge, until his return; and this they accorded very willingly.  Messire Thibault bestowed the lady in this convent, with certain of his house to do her service, and went his way to bring his pilgrimage to a fair end.  When he had knelt before the shrine, and honoured the Saint, he came again to the convent and the lady.  He gave freely of his wealth to the house, and taking to himself his wife, returned with her to their own land, in the same joy and honour as he had brought her forth, save only that they lay not together.

Great was the gladness of the folk of that realm when Sir Thibault returned to his home.  The Count of Ponthieu, the father of his wife was there, and there, too, was his uncle the Count of St. Pol.  Many worthy and valiant gentlemen came for his welcome, and a fair company of dames and maidens likewise honoured the lady.  That day the Count of Ponthieu sat at meat with my lord Thibault, and ate from the same dish, the two together.  Then it happed that the Count spake to him,

“Thibault, fair son, he who journeys far hears many a strange matter and sees many strange sights, which are hidden from those who sit over the fire.  Tell me therefore, of your favour, something of all you have seen and heard since you went from amongst us.”

Messire Thibault answered shortly that he knew no tale worth the telling.  The Count would take no denial, but plagued him so sorely, begging him of his courtesy to tell over some adventure, that at the last he was overborne.

“Sir, I will narrate a story, since talk I must; but at least let it be in your private ear, if you please, and not for the mirth of all.”

The Count replied that his pleasure was the same.  After meat, when men had eaten their fill, the Count rose in his chair, and taking my lord Thibault by the hand, entreated,

“Tell me now, I pray, that which it pleases you to tell, for there are few of the household left in hall.”

Then Messire Thibault began to relate that which chanced to a knight and a dame, even as it has been rehearsed before you in this tale; only he named not the persons to whom this lot was appointed.  The Count, who was wise and sober of counsel, inquired what the knight had done with the lady.  Thibault made answer that the knight had brought the lady back by the way she went, with the same joy and worship as he led her forth, save only that they slept not together.

“Thibault,” said the Count, “your knight walked another road than I had trod.  By my faith in God and my love for you, I had hanged this dame by her tresses to a tree.  The laces of her gown would suffice if I could find no other cord.”

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