Maitre Cornelius eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 79 pages of information about Maitre Cornelius.

Maitre Cornelius eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 79 pages of information about Maitre Cornelius.

Exhausted with fatigue, the young seigneur had indeed fallen soundly asleep.  Returning from his gallant adventure, he no longer felt the same ardor and courage to defend himself against distant or imaginary dangers with which he had rushed into the perils of the night.  He had even postponed till the morrow the cleaning of his soiled garments; a great blunder, in which all else conspired.  It was true that, lacking the moonlight, he had missed finding all the screws of that cursed lock; he had no patience to look for them.  With the “laisser-aller” of a tired man, he trusted to his luck, which had so far served him well.  He did, however, make a sort of compact with himself to awake at daybreak, but the events of the day and the agitations of the night did not allow him to keep faith with himself.  Happiness is forgetful.  Cornelius no longer seemed formidable to the young man when he threw himself on the pallet where so many poor wretches had wakened to their doom; and this light-hearted heedlessness proved his ruin.  While the king’s silversmith rode back from Plessis, accompanied by the grand provost and his redoubtable archers.  The false Goulenoire was being watched by the old sister, seated on the corkscrew staircase oblivious of the cold, and knitting socks for Cornelius.

The young man continued to dream of the secret delights of that charming night, ignorant of the danger that was galloping towards him.  He saw himself on a cushion at the feet of the countess, his head on her knees in the ardor of his love; he listened to the story of her persecutions and the details of the count’s tyranny; he grew pitiful over the poor lady, who was, in truth, the best-loved natural daughter of Louis XI.  He promised her to go on the morrow and reveal her wrongs to that terrible father; everything, he assured her, should be settled as they wished, the marriage broken off, the husband banished,—­and all this within reach of that husband’s sword, of which they might both be the victims if the slightest noise awakened him.  But in the young man’s dream the gleam of the lamp, the flame of their eyes, the colors of the stuffs and the tapestries were more vivid, more of love was in the air, more fire about them, than there had been in the actual scene.  The Marie of his sleep resisted far less than the living Marie those adoring looks, those tender entreaties, those adroit silences, those voluptuous solicitations, those false generosities, which render the first moments of a passion so completely ardent, and shed into the soul a fresh delirium at each new step in love.

Following the amorous jurisprudence of the period, Marie de Saint-Vallier granted to her lover all the superficial rights of the tender passion.  She willingly allowed him to kiss her foot, her robe, her hands, her throat; she avowed her love, she accepted the devotion and life of her lover; she permitted him to die for her; she yielded to an intoxication which the sternness of her semi-chastity increased;

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