Chapter 19 Chapter 19 City of Liege

Good friend, dear friend! I don't want to incite you to suddenly rebel! "Julian.Caesar Quentin left Miss Isabel who attracted him with her voice and smile like a Big Dipper for many days, and felt an inexplicable emptiness and coldness in his heart, which was a feeling he had never experienced in the many accidents he had experienced in his life.After the Countess obtained a permanent residence, the original inevitable close contact between them naturally came to an end.Even if she had thought about having a young and handsome squire like Quentin always wait on her, what excuse could she find for such an embarrassing thing?

However, the pain of separation is not any better because it is inevitable.Quentin's haughty pride was hurt when he saw himself being sent away like an ordinary coachman, or escort who had done their job.At the same time, his eyes quietly shed one or two pity tears for the dismantling of many castles in the air that he painstakingly built during the journey.He made a valiant, but initially futile, attempt to shake off this inner depression.Overwhelmed by irrepressible emotion, he brooded alone in the recess of a window in the Gothic hall of Thornwald, complaining that his unfortunate fate had not given him enough status and wealth to The lady proposes.

Quentin intends to write a letter and send an attendant named Charlet to Louis' court, so that the king will know that the two Croyet ladies have arrived in Liege, so as to dispel the worries that hang over his heart.At this moment he suddenly saw in the window next to him an old love poem just printed in Strasbourg. The title was so attractive that he unconsciously returned to his naturally lively character.That title reads: humble squire princess in love with hungary Quentin was reading this little poem carefully, feeling that what it said could resonate with his own situation.Suddenly someone touched his shoulder with a hand, interrupting his reading.He raised his head and saw that it was the bohemian standing beside him.

Helding's appearance was never flattering. Thinking of his recent treachery, Quentin felt that this man was even more disgusting, so he asked him sharply, why he dared to touch a gentleman who believed in Christ with his hands casually? In short, replied the bohemian, I want to see if this Christian gentleman has lost his senses as much as his eyes and ears, and I stand here talking to you for five minutes, and you Stare blankly at the piece of yellow paper, as if it were a peach charm that can turn you into a statue.In fact it already does half the magic. What did you say you want to do?Get the hell out of me when you're done!

I want what the world wants, though few are satisfied with it.Heldin said, I want my reward, the ten gold coins that I gave to the two ladies. I spared your dog's life, do you still have the face to ask for a reward?Quentin said fiercely, you know in your heart that you originally planned to betray them on the road. But I didn't betray them, said Heldin, and if I had betrayed them, I wouldn't ask for a payment from you, or from them, but from the one who insisted that they go to the right bank of the river, and would benefit them up.I should be paid by the people I have worked for.

You villain, may you die with your reward!Quentin said as he gave the money, go to your Ardennes boar, go to your devil!From now on, don't let me see you again, or I will let you go to hell early. Ardennes boar!said the Bohemian, with more emotion than his usual facial expression suggested, so it wasn't a vague guess, or general suspicion, that made you insist on changing course?Is it true that the divination of your Scots is more reliable than that of our wandering tribes?The willow tree in which we speak cannot tell.No no hey, what a fool I am!I guessed it I guessed it!The willow tree by the stream not far from the temple!About half a mile from that hive.When you walked by, I saw you glanced at it. Although it can't tell the truth, it can hide others from eavesdropping!I shall hold my conclave hereafter on an open level ground, not even a thistle bush near where a Scot could hide and eavesdrop.ha!ha!The Scots defeated the gypsies with their own magic weapon.However, Quentin.Darwilt, you know, you're right to thwart me and ruin your own luck as a result!If it weren't for your own stubbornness, the fortune I gave you according to your palm reading would have been fully fulfilled.

By St. Andrew, said Quentin, your audacity makes me want to laugh.If your crime succeeds, how can it be good for me?What kind of benefits can there be?I did hear you offer to save my life as a condition, but it will be quickly forgotten by your esteemed allies once we fight.God knows, the result of your betraying the two ladies, besides getting me killed and captured, really makes me unable to imagine any other benefits for me. Then forget about it!Haiding said, anyway, I plan to repay you in a way you didn't expect.If you don't give me a reward, then I will think that we are not in debt, and let you figure it out.Now that you paid me, I am still in debt to you for the good you did on the banks of the Cher.

I think that since I cursed you and insulted you, your debt is set off.Quentin said. Both good and bad words are but air and carry no weight in the balance.Said the gypsy, if you hit me and not just frightened me If you keep bugging me and messing with me, I'm likely to set off your debt in this way. Then I advise you not to do so, said the gypsy, that this stroke of your reckless hand may have exceeded my debt, and misfortune has caused you to be in debt instead.Besides, I'm not one to forget or condone such things.Well, good-bye, but not long I'm going to say good-bye to the ladies of Croix.

you?Quentin said in surprise, will you go to see those two ladies?You know, under the protection of the noble nun, the bishop's sister, they are already quite like hermits.This is simply impossible. You see, Marson is waiting to lead me to them.The gypsy said with a mocking expression, I beg your pardon, I went a little abruptly. He turned around as if to leave, but immediately turned back and emphasized in a deep and serious tone: I know what you yearn for. This yearning is certainly bold, but as long as I help, it will not be in vain .I know what you are afraid of, but fear should only make you cautious, not timid.Any woman is available.If the nickname of duke benefited Charles, and the nickname of king benefited Louis, why should the nickname of earl not benefit Quentin?

Before Darwilt had time to react, the Bohemian had already walked out of the hall.Quentin followed immediately.But Hyradine knew the courtyard walks better than the Scot, and so continued to maintain the lead he had gained.When he descended a rear staircase his pursuers lost sight of him.But Dawilt continued to chase, and he didn't quite understand his purpose for doing so.At the end of the stairs is a small door leading to a path in the garden.The gypsy hurried down a path of woven vegetation. The gardens are lined with castle buildings.This is a huge ancient building complex, part of which is built with battlements, part of which looks like a church, and the other two sides are towering with fort-like walls.Hyaldin came across the garden path to the other side of the building, turned his head at a side door concealed behind a large sloping wall covered with ivy, and waved triumphantly to his pursuers.Quentin saw that the side door was actually opened by Marson.He naturally thought that the cunning bohemian had been ushered into the bedroom of the two Croyet ladies.Quentin bit his lips angrily, and reproached himself harshly for not letting the two ladies know the shameful qualities of Hyladin, and letting them know of his plot to endanger their safety.The arrogance with which the bohemian promised to fulfill his love made him feel even more angry and disgusted.He considered it an insult to Miss Isabel to marry her through such a benefactor.

It must be a hoax, he said, a trick of his own.He must have made some kind of excuse to try to see the two ladies with bad motives.Fortunately, I know where they live.I'm going to spy on Marthon, and try to get an interview with them, even if it's going to put them on their toes.To do that, I have to use strategy and wait a while.And yet it's hard to think that a man like him can go in openly without scruples.They will see, however, that Isabel's safety is still my chief concern, though I cannot approach them. While the young lover was thinking this way, one of the bishop's stewards came to him through the door through which he had just entered the garden, and told him very politely that this was a private garden for the bishop and his distinguished guests only. use. Quentin heard him repeat the words twice before he understood what he meant.He bowed to him as if awakened from a dream, and hurried out of the garden.The steward followed him all the way, making repeated formal apologies for having to carry out his orders.He thought Dawilt must be very angry, so he insisted on eliminating his resentment, and volunteered to be his company to help him relieve his boredom.In the end Quentin cursed his boring entanglement secretly, but he couldn't think of a better way to get rid of it, so he had to excuse himself to visit a neighboring city and quicken his pace, so that the noble butler didn't want to accompany him when he reached the drawbridge.After a few minutes, Quentin came to Liege, the richest city in Flanders (and naturally the whole world). Grief, even the grief of a lost love, at least in the mind of a resilient, manly man, is not as intractable as the love-suffering amorous may imagine.Strong and fresh impressions received by the senses, changes of circumstances, sights which stir up new streams of consciousness, and the bustling of crowds can deter melancholy.After a few minutes, the dizzying variety of things on the bustling streets of Liege had completely attracted Quentin's attention.It seemed to him that Miss Isabel had never existed in the world, nor had the Bohemian. The tall houses, the majestic narrow and dark streets, the array of wares displayed in warehouses and shops, the splendid armour; The faces of the roads come and go, the streams; the carts of exports and imports; the former laden with broadcloth, denim, arms, nails, and iron of all kinds, the latter laden with consumption in this rich city, or to be transported to All kinds of daily necessities and luxuries that were traded elsewhere constituted a rich and attractive scene that Quentin had never seen.He also admired the innumerable streams and canals drawn from the Maes and connected only with it; they criss-cross the city and provide water transportation to various districts.He also took the opportunity to build St.A mass was heard in the ancient church of Lambert. It was only when Quentin left the church that he began to notice that he, who had been looking at his surroundings eagerly with undisguised curiosity, had himself become the object of attention of a group of wealthy businessmen.They seemed to have gathered purposely to catch a glimpse of him as he left the church.There was a humming whisper among them, and it spread quickly.Meanwhile, the number of onlookers is growing rapidly.The newcomers all fixed their eyes on Quentin, and their staring eyes showed great interest and curiosity, mixed with some respect. In the end he became the center of a huge crowd.But when he continued walking, people hurried to make way for him.Those who followed him or pursued him were careful not to crowd him or hinder his movements.But the situation was so uncomfortable that one had to try to get out of it, to try to get some kind of explanation. Quentin glanced around, and his eyes rested on a jovial, well-built, well-looking man.From the velvet cloak and gold chain he wore, he judged that the man must be a prominent citizen, perhaps a governor.He asked him: Do you think there is anything special about me that has attracted the attention of the public?Or, was it because it was the custom of the citizens of Liege to surround themselves with strangers who happened to visit? Of course not, my lord, replied the townsman, besides the fact that the townspeople are very welcome and happy to see things they are willing to respect, the people of Liege are not so boring and curious as to pick up this custom, and your clothes and appearance, neither something special. That sounds very polite, my lord, said Quentin, but I can't guess what you mean by St. Andrew's cross. Sir, your incantations and your accent convince me that we are right.said the businessman. By my protection Holy Quentin swears!Dawilt said, I am still more puzzled by your words. You see, we got it right again.The Liegeman again said, with an expression so clever and tactful as to be both ironic and courteous, that of course we should not inquire about what our esteemed lord thinks fit to hide.But why do you swear by St. Quentin, since you don't want us to know why you came?We know that the good Count of St. Paul, who is now stationed here, sponsors our cause. On my life, said Quentin, you have the wrong man.I don't know anything about Sao Paulo at all. Yes, we believe what you say, said the citizen, but listen to me, and listen to me, my name is Pavillon. Lord Bavion, what does this have to do with me?Quentin said. there is nothing.But I think this will convince you of my reliability, not to mention my colleague Ruslar. Ruslar stepped forward.He is an old gentleman.His round belly cut a path through the crowd like a battering ram.He whispered something to remind him in the ear of the nobleman next to him, and then said in a reproachful tone: My good colleague, you forgot that this place is a public place, it is best to let this gentleman come to your house or my house Rest, drink a glass of Rhine wine with sugar, and ask him to tell us more about our good ally, whom our honest Flemish people love with all their hearts. I have no news for you two, said Quentin impatiently, and I don't want any Rhine wine.I just want to ask you two decent and respectable lords to disperse this group of boring onlookers, so that a foreigner can quietly enter and leave your city. Well then, said Ruslar, since Monsieur has to hide his identity from reliable people like us, then with all due respect, since you don't want to disturb the citizens of Liege, why do you wear the badge of your guard? What badge of honor?Quentin said, You look like a decent and noble citizen, but in good conscience, are you crazy, or are you trying to make me crazy? God!The other burgher remarked that the young man wanted to make St. Lambert curse too!You know, who has a St. Andrew's cross and a lily badge on their hat but a Scotch archer in King Louis' Guard? Even if I'm a Scotsman marksman, what's the fuss about me wearing our Guards badge?Quentin said impatiently. He admitted it!He admitted it!Ruslar and Bavion said at the same time.They turned and faced the assembled crowd, waving and extending their arms in congratulation, their large round faces beaming with joy.He has admitted that he is the archer of King Louis' guard, the protector of liberty of Liège, the archer of King Louis! At this moment, a burst of cheers swept through the crowd, mixed with various slogans: Long live King Louis!Long live the Scottish Guards!Long live the brave shooter!Give me back my freedom, give me my rights, I would rather die than surrender!Don't pay taxes!Long live the brave Ardennes boar!Down with Burgundy.Charles!To hell with the Bishop of Bourbon and his Curia! This noise rose one after another like a sea wave, coupled with the shouts of tens of thousands of people from the distant streets and markets, it made the sound more boiling and growing.Quentin was baffled by this, and it took him a while to figure out the meaning of the commotion and plan how to adjust his actions. He forgot that after his encounter with Orléans and Dunois, one of his companions, at the command of the Duke of Crawford, took off his helm, which had been slashed by the sword, and put a steel-lined cap on him, And this kind of hat is an integral part of the famous special equipment of the Scottish Guards.The presence of a member of King Louis's Guards in the streets, and the city's stirrings through the instigation of King Louis's spies, would naturally be understood by the citizens as King Louis' determination to openly support their cause.The presence of individual archers was also exaggerated as a gesture of King Louis's pledge to give them immediate and active support, and even as evidence that the French vanguard had entered the city from a certain gate (but no one could tell which gate) . It was not difficult for Quentin to see the impossibility of dispelling such a widely held view.Nay, there is personal danger in attempting to misperceive obstinate people.Right now, he felt that it was useless to cause this trouble.So he hastily decided to deal with them before finding the best way of getting out.The decision was made as they flocked him to City Hall.The dignitaries of Liège had quickly assembled there to hear the good news he was due to bring, and to welcome him with a feast. There were crowds of applause around him, which made him feel deeply unpleasant.Despite his repeated objections, they cast it as humility.The two friends who are the president of the chamber of commerce (equivalent to the mayor) hold his arms tightly.Standing in front of him was the chairman of the Slaughter Guild, Nicole S.Bullock was waving his butcher knife with pig's blood and brains with the courage and graceful posture that brandy can inspire.Standing behind is the tall and thin blacksmith guild chairman Klaus.A drunken patriot in Hammerline.Behind him were at least a thousand dark-faced blacksmith brothers.Weavers, nailers, rope makers, and artisans of all trades poured out of all the dark and narrow streets to join the welcome procession.There was no hope of escape. In this difficult situation, Quentin had to turn to Ruslar and Pavilion, each holding him by an arm.They were pulling him ahead of the unexpected crowd whose main cheering object was him.He hastened to tell them that he had inadvertently put on a Scotch Guards cap because the helmet with which he had set out was faulty.He regretted that, by this circumstance, and by the astute citizens of Liege deducing his identity and the purpose of his visit, the public had discovered the truth of both.He also hinted that if he were taken to the town hall now, he might be forced to tell the assembled dignitaries of certain kingly confessions which he could only give to his best friends, Ruslar of Liege and His Excellency Pavillon had an important matter to discuss in private. The latter hint worked its magic on these two townspeople, for they were the most eminent leaders of the rebellious townspeople, and like other demagogues, they always wished to include everything possible in their plans. track.Therefore, they immediately agreed that Quentin would leave the city temporarily and return at night.They asked him to meet secretly at the house of Ruslar, near the gate opposite Thornwald Castle.Quentin told them without hesitation that he was currently staying at the bishop's residence, under the pretense that he was sent by the French court to deliver official documents, but that his real mission, as they supposed, was to connect with the citizens of Liege.This oblique way of making connections, coupled with the fact that the status and status of the person to be connected seems to be very consistent with the character of King Louis, so it aroused neither suspicion nor surprise. After he made this explanation, the swarming crowd had surrounded them and came to the opposite side of the Baviong's house.His house stood in a street with the Maes at the rear, separated by a garden and a large tanneries and other tanning establishments, for our patriotic burgher was a tanner or tanner . Now that he was at his house, it was natural for Pavillon to do his best to host the hypothetical envoy of King Louis, so Quentin's stop at his door did not surprise the crowd.On the contrary, when they saw His Excellency Pavilion admit his distinguished guests, they all gave him a loud hollah.Quentin immediately laid aside his conspicuous cap, and put on a tanner's hat and a cloak over him.Pavilion found him a passport which would enable him to go out of the city, and to return to the city, night or day, as he thought convenient, to find them.In the end he entrusted Quentin to his daughter, a smiling fair-haired Flemish girl, and told her how to escort Quentin out of town.He himself hastened back to his colleagues, and then to the town hall to explain to his friends the best explanation he could conceive of why King Louis' envoy had not come with him.We cannot recall exactly what the leading sheep explained to his flock, as the pawns in the play say.It is so easy to deceive the ignorant masses, for their own strong prejudices have already solved half the problem before the deceivers can speak. No sooner had the venerable townsman gone than his plump daughter, Trudjan, set about the task entrusted to her.She had a blush and a smile that matched her small cherry mouth; she had smiling blue eyes and fair, soft skin.She escorted the handsome stranger through the path in the garden of the Pavillons to the river, and she herself arranged for him to be safely boarded in a boat.The boatmen were two sturdy Flemish men in fur caps, tight trousers, and doublets with many buttons.They had got the ship ready as quickly as their Lowlander temperament would allow. Since the beautiful Trudjean can only speak German, Quentin did not belittle his loyalty to Countess Croyer and had to kiss her cherry mouth to express his gratitude.The one who gave the kiss did it with gallantry, and the one who received it was full of humble gratitude, for handsome men of the stature and features of our Scotch archer are rare among the citizens of Liege. (Original note: Quentin's experience in Liege may be considered exaggerated by some. But in moments of doubt, the impact of small things on the public is indeed not trivial. Most readers must remember that when the Dutch rose against French oppression On the eve a man in the uniform of the British Volunteers landed in Holland; though he appeared in a private capacity, it was seen as an assurance of British support to the Dutch, and thus gave a powerful impetus to their zeal for freedom.) The boat sailed on the sluggish Maes River, and finally passed through the city gate.Only then was it possible for Quentin to think calmly about how he would report his experience in Liege when he returned to the court of Bishop Thornwald.He would neither betray a man who had trusted him, even through misunderstanding, nor conceal from the hospitable bishop the revolt in his own capital.So he decided to make a general report, so as to put the Bishop on his guard, but without mentioning anyone personally, lest he retaliate. He disembarked half a mile from the castle, and satisfied the boatmen with a reward of a shield.Although he had not been away from Thornwald for a long time, the castle bell was ringing for dinner.Quentin found that he was walking towards the castle on the opposite side from the main entrance.To go around to the front would delay his arrival considerably.So he went directly to the side near him, for he found a crenelated wall on this side, perhaps the same little garden wall he had seen.There is a door on the side of the wall leading to the moat, and a small boat is parked next to the door.He thought that if he said hello, maybe the ship could extradite him.Just as he was approaching the moat, intending to enter the castle in this way, the side door opened suddenly, and a man came out, jumped into a boat, rowed towards the moat, and pushed the boat back to its original place with a push of the pole.As he got closer, Quentin realized that it was the bohemian.He easily avoided him, took another trail towards Liège, and was quickly out of sight. Now he encountered a new thinking problem.If the wandering pagan had been with the ladies of Croyles, why had they kept him so long?Davelt was troubled by this question, and determined to find an opportunity to explain it to them; on the one hand, he wanted to expose Heradine's treachery immediately, and at the same time, he wanted to tell them that because of the strong atmosphere of rebellion in Liege, the protection of The bishop is in danger himself. Having decided to do so, Quentin entered the castle through the main entrance.He saw that some of the retainers who were eating in the hall, including the bishop's attendant priests, butlers, and guests of a slightly lower rank than the nobility, had already taken their seats.An upper pew is reserved, however, next to the bishop's family priest.The vicar welcomed the newcomer with an old joke, Serovenientibusossa.At the same time he was so anxious to fill his plate with delicacies that he took the joke so seriously, which in Quentin's country it was thought to render the joke not a joke, or at best a bad one. (Note: I came late and had to gnaw my bones.) In order not to raise suspicions of his own lack of breeding, Quentin briefly described the commotion that erupted after the townspeople discovered that he was a shooter in King Louis' Scottish Guards.In an effort to make his account a little comical, he added that he had managed to escape thanks to the help of a fat citizen of Liege and his beautiful daughter. But the people present were all very concerned about the story and could not understand his joke.People listened with bated breath while Quentin spoke, and even forgot to eat.There was a silence when he finished speaking.And what broke the silence was the steward saying in his hoarse and sad voice: God help, let the hundred Burgundian spearmen come quickly! Why do you take this so seriously?Quentin said, you have a lot of guards here.Their job is to fight.Your adversary is but a mob gathered in a city in tumult; The sight of valiant warriors approaching with banners and streamers, Will run away in fright. You don't know the citizens of Liege, said the priest, and even the citizens of Ghent are one of the most vicious and insubordinate peoples in Europe.The duke had twice punished them for their repeated rebellion against the bishop.Twice he severely suppressed them; deprived them of their privileges, confiscated their banners, and established for himself rights and claims not previously applicable to the free cities of the Empire.Beat them again near Saint-Tron last time, and killed many of them.Nearly 6,000 Liege citizens were hacked to death and drowned while fleeing.Later, in order to prevent them from continuing their rebellion, Duke Charles refused to enter the city through any of the city gates they handed over. Guarded, he entered the city through the gap in the wall he had opened in the air of a defiant conqueror.The people of Liege were convinced that the Duke Charles (then Count Charloise) would have robbed their city of Liege had it not been for the intercession of his father, the good Duke Philip.Yet, despite fresh memories, gaps in the walls and arsenals not yet replenished, a Scotch archer's cap was enough to set them anew.God bless!I fear that these fierce townspeople and that irascible monarch will meet again.I wish my good and kind master had a less prominent, but safer parish.You know, the crown he wears is lined with thorns and not with ermine!I would like to advise this gentleman, that if your errands do not require you to stay in Thornwald for a long time, you should realize that this castle is an ominous place from which every sane person should leave as soon as possible.I am afraid your two ladies are of the same opinion, for they have sent a groom who accompanied them back to the court of France, no doubt to tell King Louis that they intend to find a safer refuge.