Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The Tramp

I am free as the gods of nature created man, At that time, before the vile system of slavery was exposed, Noble savages gallop through the woods, How unfettered it should be. "The Conquest of Grenada" Quentin's brief conversation with the two ladies convinced them that the unusual figure who had just joined them was a guide sent by the king.At the same time, he noticed (as the Bohemian was very aware of his movements, so he was also very alert to the stranger's movements), that the man not only tried to turn his head to look at them, but also looked at them with a kindness that no human being had. With monkey-like agility, he twisted his whole body on the saddle, almost riding sideways on the horse, as if to be able to observe their movements conveniently and freely.

Quentin was displeased with his hand, so he rode up to the bohemian, and said to him when he suddenly sat upright: "My friend, if you stared at the horse's tail instead of the horse's ears, I think you would Become a blind guide. If I were really blind, replied the Bohemian, I could still lead you through this part of France and its adjoining regions. You are not a native Frenchman.said the Scot. I'm not.replied the guide. So what country are you from?Quentin asked. No country.replied the guide. how!Which country is not?asked the Scot again. Yes, replied the Bohemian, I am a Gypsy, a Bohemian, an Egyptian, or as the Europeans call our people in their different languages, some other.But I have no country.

Are you a Christian?asked the Scot. The Bohemian shook his head. damn thing!Quentin exclaimed (because Catholicism was so intolerant at the time), do you worship Muhammad? No.the guide replied coldly and simply.He seemed neither surprised nor surprised at the young man's brutality. So you are a heretic?What are you? I am not religious.replied the Bohemian. Dawilt took a step back in amazement, for although he had heard of Saracens and idolaters, he had never I never thought, nor believed, that there are people who can survive without worshiping any gods.When he had recovered his composure from his surprise, he asked the guide where he usually lived.

Living where I happen to stop, says the bohemian, I have no home. So how do you protect your property? There is no property other than the clothes to wear and the horses to ride. But you dress beautifully, and the horse rides smartly.Darwilt said, what do you do for a living? I ate when I was hungry, drank when I was thirsty, and had no means of earning a living but that which fate provided me.replied the tramp. Whose laws do you obey? I am subject to no laws but those which suit my taste or needs.said the Bohemian. Who is your leader in command? Chief of our tribe, if I am happy to obey him, said the guide, otherwise I have no leader.

All that holds men together, then, does not exist to you, added the curious inquirer, you want neither laws nor leaders; neither a fixed livelihood nor a family.God has pity on you, you have no motherland May God enlighten you and forgive you, you don't want God!If you have no government leadership, no family happiness, and no religion, what do you have left? I am free, said the bohemian, I bow to no one; die. But if the judge pleases, can't he execute you right away? Let him put me to death, replied the Bohemian, and I will go to the grave sooner rather than later. He can put you in prison too, said the Scot, so what about the liberty you boast about?

My liberty is in my mind, said the Bohemian, and that cannot be fettered.Though your body is free, your mind is bound by your laws, your superstitions, your fantasies of country sentiment, your delusions of civilized politics.People like me are free in spirit but bound in the body, but you are imprisoned in the mind and free in the body. However, your freedom of thought will not relieve the weight of your fetters.replied the Scot. We can bear its shackles for a short time.The vagabond replied that if I could not escape for a short time, and my companions could not save me, I could always die, and death is the most perfect freedom of all.

For a while, neither of them had anything to say, and Quentin finally broke the silence by asking questions again. Your tribe is a wandering people unknown to all European countries Who were your ancestors? I can't tell you.said the bohemian. When will you be able to return to your original country so that this country does not have to keep you in residence? Until the day when we have completed the course of our destiny.said the tramp who was acting as a guide. Did you originate from the tribe of the Israelites who were taken captive beyond the Euphrates as slaves?asked Quentin; that means he hasn't forgotten the history they taught him at Aberbrodick Abbey.

If so, replied the Bohemian, we would follow their religion and follow their rites. What's your name?Darwilt asked. Only my brethren know my real name and those who live outside our tent call me Hiradin.Mao Grabin means the African Moor Haiding. You speak well, not like a savage who often lives in a dirty tribe like yours. "I have learned a little about this country," said Hyaddin, "our tribe was hunted by hunters when I was a boy.My mother was killed by an arrow in the head.I was wrapped in a blanket on her shoulders, and I was taken by these hunters.A chaplain took me out of the court-martial's marksmanship, and taught me French for two or three years.

How did you leave him?Darwilt asked. I stole his money and even the money of his God, Heldin said nonchalantly, he found out, beat me, I stabbed him, fled into the forest, and reunited with our own people. You villain!Davelt said, to kill your benefactor! Why does he bother me with his little favours?Gypsy Lang is not a family dog. He follows his master around in order to order leftovers, cowering in fear of being beaten by him.He was a chained wolf cub, who would break free from the chains whenever he had the chance, tear his master to death, and return to the wilderness. There was another silence.Then the young Scot, in order to continue to ascertain the character and intentions of this suspicious guide, began to question him again: Since you people are ignorant, do you really think that you have the ability to predict the future that even the sages and saints of civilized society do not have? knowledge?

We claim this knowledge, said Hyradin, and with good reason. How could such a high gift be bestowed on such a humble race? Can I make this clear to you?Hyaddin replied, yes, I can.But you will have to explain to me why dogs follow man's tracks and man, a nobler animal, cannot follow dogs.These abilities, which seem miraculous to you, are instinctive to our race.We can predict the future of anyone who comes to us for a portrait by the lines on their face and hands, just as you can predict the fruit of autumn by the flowers on the trees in spring. I doubt your knowledge.I'd like to see if you can prove it to me.

Mr. Retinue, don't provoke me, Haiding.Maugrabbin said, I can tell you that no matter what you say about your religion, the goddess you worship is riding among this group of people. shut up!Quentin said in surprise, beware of your dog's life.You are not allowed to say any more, only you are allowed to answer my questions.Can you be a faithful and reliable person? I can do anyone.said the bohemian. However, would you like to be a faithful and reliable person? Could it be that once I swear, you will believe me even more?Mao Grabin replied with a mocking expression. You know, your life is in my hands.said the young Scot. Then please hit if you want to fight, kill if you want to kill, and see if I am afraid of death!replied the Bohemian. Can money make you a sure guide?Darwilt asked. If I am unreliable when I have no money, then giving me money will not make me reliable.replied the heathen. So what can bind you?asked the Scot. There is only benevolence and righteousness.replied the Bohemian. Shall I swear that I will do you my favor if you will be our faithful guide on this journey? No, Hyradin replied, it would be a waste of an extremely rare commodity.In fact, I am already very grateful to you. how? !Darwilt said with more surprise than usual. Remember the chestnut trees on the banks of the Cher?It was you who cut the noose and lowered the victim's body from the tree.He is my brother Zamet.Mao Grabin. But, said Quentin, I see that you were connected with the officers who executed your brother, for it was one of them who told me where to meet you, and he must have arranged for you to be a guide to the two ladies. What can we do?These people treat us as sheepdogs treat their flocks, said Hyradin gloomily.They could give us some protection for a while, drive us around all they wanted, but always ended up driving us to the slaughterhouse. It was not until later that Quentin had the opportunity to realize that the Bohemian was indeed right on this point.Police officers who make a career out of suppressing domestic hordes of vagabonds deliberately keep in touch with them, pampering them for a while, but always end up guillotining their allies to complete their task.It is a certain political relationship established between cops and thieves in order to practice their respective trades more advantageously.This relationship exists in all countries.This is not new to us in the UK. Dawilt left the guide and came among the rest of the entourage.He was very uneasy about the man Hyladin, and he did not trust much in his own confession of gratitude to him.He wanted to know what the two men who had been assigned to be his entourage thought.But he was disturbed to find that both of them were stupid.When he confronted others before, they were unwilling to draw their swords to help, and now they can't serve as his advisers. That's all right, thought Quentin, and the spirits were all the more refreshed by the difficulty of the situation, and the lovely lady was now entirely dependent on me.A hand Well, what a mind can do I can boldly trust.I have seen my home burned and my father and brothers burned alive.But I didn't back down in the slightest, but fought to the end.Now that I am two years older, I am charged with the most beautiful mission that can best arouse the fighting spirit in the warrior's chest, and can promote myself to make outstanding performances. Having made this determination, Quentin makes his presence felt everywhere through everything he pays attention to and does during his travels.His favorite place to stay is naturally next to the two ladies.Realizing that he was concerned for their safety, they gradually spoke to him in an almost friendly voice, and seemed pleased with his simple and intelligent speech.But Quentin didn't let this engaging conversation prevent him from carrying out his mission vigilantly. Although he often walked beside the two ladies, and tried his best to describe the beauty of the Grampian Mountain in his hometown, especially the Gram︱Hulajin Mountain, to the two people who grew up on the plains, he also often walked with Haiding In front of the horse team, ask him some questions about how to go and where to stop, keep his answers in mind, and then cross-examine him again to see if he can find out where he deliberately lied.He also often walked behind the cavalry, trying to win the goodwill of the two cavalry by saying nice things, giving gifts, and promising them more rewards after completing their tasks. They went like this for over a week.Follow small roads and sparsely populated areas, and go in circles, avoiding large cities.Nothing special happened along the way, except that we sometimes met groups of wandering Bohemians.Seeing that the cavalry was led by members of their own tribe, these Bohemians had a lot of respect for them.Then there are some stragglers, maybe some bandits and bandits, but they also feel that the other party is tall and strong, and they dare not harass them.Finally they came across what are now called the Mounted Police.This was specially used by King Louis to suppress bandits fleeing inland in order to heal the wounds of the country with steel knives and branding irons.As the King himself had taught Quentin a password, these parties also let them go on their way smoothly. They mainly rested in the monastery, because most monasteries are obliged to welcome pilgrims based on the constitution of the monastery, and the two ladies took this trip in this capacity.The monastery is not allowed to inquire about the status and identity of the pilgrims, because most nobles want to keep this secret when fulfilling their pilgrimage vows.The two ladies from Croyle often went to the house to rest immediately under the pretext of being tired from the journey.Quentin, as their steward, was in charge of making all the necessary arrangements between the host and guest.His shrewdness in handling things saved them a lot of trouble, and his agility in handling things could not but make the two ladies under his attentive care have a corresponding favor for him. One circumstance posed special difficulties for Quentin.That is the identity and nationality of the guide.As a pagan, an unChristian vagabond, and a lover of the occult (which was characteristic of their whole tribe), he was often considered unfit to be a guest in the holy monasteries where they rested.He was only allowed into the outer courtyard of the monastery with great reluctance.The matter was difficult, for Quentin felt the need both to keep the wanderer in possession of the secrets of their travels calm, and to keep his movements under surveillance so as to keep him as far as possible from surreptitious contact with outsiders.It would certainly not be possible to do both of these things if the bohemian were to be lodged elsewhere than in the monastery where they rested.Davelt can't help guessing that Hiradin just wanted to make the arrangement mentioned above, because he found that he was not keeping his own place in the place allotted to him, but talking, singing, and joking to amuse him. Those novice monks and young disciples irritated the old monks with their vulgar and indecent behavior.Quentin was obliged many times to use authority combined with intimidation to restrain his indifferent, sacrilegious gaiety;He finally achieved this goal.This is because he made a decent apology for the servant's insolence; at the same time he subtly implied that the relics of the saints in the monastery and the immediate influence of the temple, especially the religiously dedicated monks, had hope. Instill in this ronin a little common sense about the principles and attitudes of being a man. However, when they had traveled ten or twelve days, entered Flanders, and were approaching the city of Namur, Quentin's best efforts could not undo the damage caused by the bad behavior of his pagan guide. as a result of.The place where it happened was a Franciscan monastery belonging to a strict religious reformation.The abbot of the monastery also died a very holy death.The monastery had to overcome more scruples than usual (and in such a case it was unavoidable) in order to admit the bohemian, before at last the odious creature was given a residence.The two ladies went to their bedroom to rest as usual.The abbot of the monastery happened to have several distant relatives and friends in Scotland, and liked to hear foreigners introduce their motherland. In addition, he liked Quentin's appearance and manner very much, so he invited him to his room to entertain him. refreshments.Quentin felt that the priest was a smart man, so he seized the opportunity to ask him about the situation in Liege City, because he had heard some rumors about the city in the past two days, and he wondered whether the two ladies could finish the rest of the day safely. Concerned about the journey ahead.He even doubted whether the bishop would really be able to protect them even if they were sent safely to the bishop's residence.The dean's answer to him did not comfort him. He said: The people of Liege are all rich citizens, just like the ancient Jeshurun, now they are fattened and they like to kick people.They take pride in their wealth and privilege.On questions of taxes and exemptions there were frequent disputes with their sovereign, the Duke of Burgundy, which repeatedly broke out into open rebellion.The Duke was very angry about this.Because of his irascibility, he had sworn by St. George that at any further provocation he would destroy Liege, as Babylon and Tire had been razed, and make it a disgrace to all Flanders. People said that the prince was likely to keep his vows, Quentin said, and the citizens of Liege might be careful not to give him a chance. I hope so.The dean said that all people in the country who believe in God are praying for peace, because they don't want to see the blood of the citizens of Liege flow into rivers, and die like puppies without God's forgiveness.The good bishop is also doing his duty as a servant of God, working day and night to maintain peace, because the Bible says, Beatipacifici (Note: Latin: Blessed is the one who calms down.), but at this time the abbot sighed deeply , did not go on. Quentin politely explained to him that the two ladies he was protecting needed to obtain reliable information about the current situation in the area. If the revered priest could give them some advice on this issue, it would be the height of Christ's loving spirit Performance. It was a subject that people were reluctant to talk about, said the Dean, because the person who speaks ill of those in power, the etiamin cubiculo (Note: Latin: even in the bedroom.), often also finds words winged to his ears.However, I will do my best to help you, an innocent-looking young man, and those two devoted ladies who have made a pilgrimage. At this time, he looked around cautiously, and spoke in a low voice as if afraid of someone eavesdropping. The citizens of Liege, he said, were instigated by the disciples of the devil, and often rebelled against their sovereign.These men profess (and let it be a lie) to be instructed by our most Christian king of France.I think that the king of France is worthy of the title I just said, and will not disturb the peace of the neighboring countries.The fact is, however, that his reputation is being exploited by those who support and agitate the disaffected citizens of Liege.Besides, in France there is a swaggering aristocrat of well-born family, who in other respects is really a Lapis off nsionise et petrascandali (Note: Latin: stumbling block.) A stumbling block exclusively for Burgundy and Flanders.His name is William.dramak. Nicknamed William the Beard, or the Ardennes Boar?asked the young Scot. That is a well-earned name, my boy, said the Abbot, for he is like a wild boar in the woods, whose tusks tear and hoofs never stop.He gathered a team of more than a thousand people.The bandits shared his contempt for monarchy and theocracy.He refused to submit to the jurisdiction of the Duke of Burgundy, and no matter whether he was a monk or a layman, he robbed everything he saw and hurt anyone he saw, so as to maintain his group of people. ImposuitmanusinchristosDomini (Note: Latin: Stretch your hand to the apostles of Christ.) He even stretched his hands to the holy apostles of God, completely disregarding the words written in the Bible: Do not offend my holy apostles, do not bully my prophets.He actually sent people to our poor monastery to demand a large amount of gold and silver as collateral for the lives of me and my brothers and sisters.To this we replied a request letter in Latin, explaining that we could not satisfy his request, and exhorting him in the words of the missionaries: Nemoliairisamiicotuomalum, cum habetintefiduciam ), however, this bearded Gurley Elmos, this William.Deramarch, ignorant of human feelings and classical Chinese, replied in his ridiculous slang: Sinonpayatis, brulabomonasteriumvestruw. (Note: This sentence is Latin: If you don’t pay, you will burn the temple. brulabo is probably a word created by latinizing the French bruler.) My good priest, you are not at a loss for this crude Latin, are you?said the young man. Alas, my child, said the Abbot, a man knows everything when he is persecuted and when he is afraid.We had to melt down the silver from the altar to satisfy the greed of this cruel bandit leader.May God give him sevenfold retribution and punishment! Pereatimprobus︱Amen, amen, anathemaesto (Note: Latin: damned villain Amen, amen, cursed you!)! I wonder, said Quentin, that the Duke of Burgundy is so powerful that he cannot bring the boar to his knees.Truth be told, I've heard a lot about the devastation and devastation he wrought. Alas, my boy, said the abbot, Duke Charles is now at Peron to gather his generals to plan war with France.As long as God keeps great kings at odds with each other, the nation will be oppressed by these petty bullies.But it is really not the time for the Duke to neglect the treatment of this kind of gangrene in the country.I heard William.Delamach has recently been openly colluding with the rebel leaders Luslar and Bavilion in Liege.People fear he will soon encourage them to take risks. However, the Bishop of Liege still has the ability to suppress this passionate rebellion, right?said Quentin, what do you say, good priest?Your answer to this question is relevant to me. My child, replied the abbot, the bishop holds both the key to the heart and the sword of St. Peter.He had the powers of a secular king and the protection of the powerful House of Burgundy.He also has theocracy as a bishop, and has a moderately well-trained army to reinforce both.This William.Delamack was brought up in the bishop's family, who had the gift of nurturing him.But even in the bishop's court, he gave free rein to his brutal and bloodthirsty nature, and was excommunicated for killing the head of one of the bishop's servants.He was expelled by the good bishop, and since then he has held a grudge against him and has become his irreconcilable enemy.I am sad to say that now he has made up his mind to strengthen his strength against him. Do you think, then, that the venerable bishop is in danger?Quentin asked very anxiously. Alas, my child, said the good Franciscan monk, what and who can be said to be safe in this wild place?But, by God, I cannot say that the venerable Bishop is in danger.He has many gold and silver treasures, loyal counselors, and brave guards.Besides, an envoy who passed here yesterday to the east said that the Duke of Burgundy, at the bishop's request, had sent a hundred warriors to his aid.This reinforcement, plus the entourage brought by each spearman, is enough to deal with William.dramak.May his name be cursed!Amen. When they were talking very vigorously, a church deacon came in and interrupted their conversation.Furiously, he accused the Bohemian of his hateful anesthesia among the young men.During dinner, he poured them many cups of Mongolian Khan ten times stronger than the most powerful liquor, which made several brothers unconscious.Although the sexton had managed to resist the force of the wine with his strong nerves, they could see from his flushed face and slurred tongue that even the accuser himself was somehow Under the influence of this inauspicious spirit.What's more, the Bohemian also sang some vulgar and obscene ditties, mocking the holiness of St. Francis (Note: According to the Catholic Church, Francis has five scars left by Jesus' torture.), Mocked at his miracles, and called his followers fools and slackers.At last he read their palms and told young Father Cherubin that a beautiful lady had fallen in love with him and would give him a healthy baby. The Abbot spent some time listening to these indictments in silence, as if dumbfounded and dazed by the heinous crime.When the sexton finished speaking, he stood up, walked into the courtyard of the temple, and ordered the lay brothers to use broom handles and horse whips to drive Haiding out of the holy temple, otherwise they would bear the serious consequences of disobeying the divine right. People are in front of Quentin.The sentence was carried out in Dawilt's face.Although Quentin was very annoyed by this, it was not difficult to see that his intervention was of no avail. Despite repeated warnings from the superintendent, the punishment of the prisoner was made comical rather than terrifying.The bohemian ran about the yard amidst the noise of beating and shouting.Some of the hitters deliberately missed and missed, and some aimed at him seriously, but he dodged deftly.Only a few hit him in the shoulders and back, and he took them as if nothing had happened, without complaining or fighting back.Since the monks who lined up to play with sticks to punish Hiradin had no experience in beating, they had more chances to hit the person opposite than the ronin, and the noise and laughter became even louder.At last, anxious to put an end to this indecent and indecent scene, the abbot ordered the wicket to be opened, and the Bohemian rushed through it with lightning speed, and fled into the moonlight. This farce aggravated a doubt that Darwilt had had long ago.This morning Hyaddin also promised to break his habit and be more careful in his behavior when he rested in the monastery.But he broke his promise and became even more arrogant and arrogant than usual.Perhaps there was something lurking beneath it, for he knew that, whatever his faults, the bohemian was not lacking in reason and, if he wanted to, in controlling himself.Could it be that he wanted to meet some of their tribe or something, and since Quentin was too close to see that during the day, he came up with this ploy to get him kicked out of the monastery? As soon as this suspicion had entered Quentin's mind, a man as alert as he was naturally resolved to follow the beaten guide in order to see (as secretly as possible) what he was up to.Therefore, as soon as the Bohemian escaped from the gate of the monastery as mentioned above, Quentin immediately explained to the abbot that he had to keep an eye on his guide, and ran out after him.