Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Love Letter

Well, as long as you want to, you can come out ahead, Otherwise, I want you to be in the company of servants all your life, Not worthy of praise. "Twelfth Night" After the meal, the man told Quentin.The pastor, who seemed to have a good impression of Darwilt, probably wanted to know more about the situation this morning, and led him into a lounge.This room has a row of windows that open onto the garden.Seeing Quentin's eyes gazing at the garden, he suggested that he go down for a walk and admire the exotic flowers and plants that the bishop specially hired to decorate the flower beds.

Quentin declined, saying that it was inconvenient for him to break in, and told the pastor what happened to him this morning.The pastor smiled and said: It is true that outsiders have not been allowed to enter the bishop's private garden for a long time.However, he added with a smile, that was when our venerable bishop was not yet thirty, a young priest with the status of a prince.At that time, many beautiful ladies often came to the castle to seek religious comfort.Of course it was necessary, he went on, with downcast eyes and a half-conscious smile, to give these ladies with pangs of conscience (who were then lodged in the room where the noble priestess of the cathedral now lives) an unforgiving Trespassing promenade.In recent years, however, he added, the prohibition, though not formally abolished, had completely ceased to be effective, except that superstition remained in the mind of an old-fashioned housekeeper.We can go down at once, he added at last, if you like, and see if the garden has been visited.

Nothing delighted Quentin so much as to see the prospect of entering the garden, of some chance encounter that his ardent love had sketched for him, like at the Lily Inn at Plessy, or the Dauphine at Plessy Castle. As in a tower, he could meet his beloved across the garden, or at least catch a glimpse of her, from some tower or balcony window, or some such commanding vantage point.No matter where Isabel lives, she still seems destined to be the Miss Tower he used to be. Quentin and his new friend went into the garden.The clergyman seemed to be a human philosopher, concerned only with human things.Although Quentin's eyes are not up to the sky, at least he is like an astrologer, carefully inspecting all the windows, balconies, especially the towers protruding from the inside of the ancient building in all directions, in order to find the girl he loves.

While he was doing this, the venerable priest pointed out to him the wonderful flowers and plants.Even when the young lover listens, it is completely absent-minded.The pastor said that the reason why this kind of grass is valuable is because it has important medicinal uses, which kind is more precious because it tastes particularly delicious in porridge, and the other kind is the most precious because it has no practical value. But extremely rare.For the sake of politeness, it was still necessary for Quentin to at least pretend to be paying attention.But the young man found it difficult to do so, and wished for the immediate damnation of the overzealous naturalist and the whole vegetable kingdom.He breathed a sigh of relief at last when he heard the great bell strike, summoning the chaplain to his ministry.

The venerable priest apologized unnecessarily for having to leave his new friend, and finally gave him a welcome assurance that he could walk in the garden until dinner without further disturbance. The garden is where I usually study the sermons, he said, because it is secluded and off limits to outsiders.Well, now I have to preach in the chapel.If you would give me the honor to listen to me, I would welcome it.People think I have some gift for preaching but glory be to the Lord! Quentin excused himself by saying that he had a terrible headache and that a breath of fresh air might be the best remedy, so he regretted not being able to hear him tonight.At last the kind priest left him alone.

It can be imagined that when Quentin was calmly and curiously spying on every window or hole in the garden, one window naturally did not escape his detection.This window was next to the small door where he had seen Marson let Hiradin in, according to Hiradin himself, to visit the two ladies.But until dark he saw nothing to confirm or deny what the Bohemian had told him.He himself did not know why, but he was aware that he would arouse suspicion and resentment from others by wandering too long in the garden. Just as he made up his mind to leave, and was about to walk the last lap under the window he was looking at, he suddenly heard a small, careful sound like a cough meant to draw his attention so that no one else could hear it.He looked up in surprise, and saw a window open, and a woman dropped a letter with one hand.The letter fell on a rosemary bush growing at the foot of the wall.The letter loser is cautious, and the reader is required to be equally cautious and confidential.We have pointed out that the gardens are lined with palatial buildings on either side, and there are naturally many rooms with windows overlooking the gardens.Fortunately, the priest once proudly led him to see a cave-like landscape.It only takes a blink of an eye to pick up that letter and put it in your bosom, and hide in that secret place.As soon as he hid, he immediately opened the precious ball of paper to have a look.He could not help but thank the monks of Aberbrodick's Monastery for their education and upbringing so that he could understand the letter.

He saw such a warning written at the beginning: Please read the letter in secret.It reads as follows: What you boldly express through your eyes perhaps I have interpreted too lightly through your eyes.However, unjust abuse has emboldened victims.Instead of still being chased by many people, it is better to entrust yourself to the gratitude of one person.The god of fate built her throne on the rock, only the brave are not afraid to climb.If you dare to do something for a man in distress, please put a blue and white feather in your cap and go out into this garden tomorrow morning, but don't expect me to give you any more information.It is said that you are destined to have a great future, and you are kind-hearted and never forget your kindness.goodbye.May you be faithful, courageous, and confident in your future happiness.Enclosed in the letter was a ring set with a large diamond, engraved with a prism of ancient Croyer arms.

Quentin's first feeling at this time was as if he had boarded a pure paradise. He felt a sense of pride and joy lifting him to the distant starry sky, and he also felt a determination to dare to act and sacrifice; Under this circumstance, he takes all the obstacles that may be encountered in the realization of the ideal goal as a matter of course. Dawilt, in this ecstatic state of mind, naturally could not bear to be interrupted even for a minute from his most fascinating thoughts.So he hid in the depths of the castle, hastily using the headache he had used as an excuse, and instead of having supper with the bishop's retainers, he lit a lamp, went to the room allotted to him, and read the precious love letter Read again, and kiss the same precious ring at the same time.

However, such ecstatic feelings could not last long.A thought popped into his head but he dismissed it at once as an ill-advised, blasphemous thought.In short, he felt that this frank display of truth seemed to indicate that the person making it was less refined than he had imagined when he was immersed in his romantic love for her.As soon as this hideous thought arose, he strangled it in the cradle as quickly as a viper that had burrowed into the bed.You know, she was condescending to him from her vantage point for his sake.Otherwise, he wouldn't even have the courage to look up at her.As a favored person, did he have the right to blame her for such condescension?As a rule, unless the lover speaks first, the noble lady must keep silent.Considering her noble birth and position, was she not in this case an inversion of the norm?He has the audacity to codify these ideas into logical arguments that he has to admit are convincing.Had he been vain, perhaps he could have advanced another argument, one he would not admit with equal frankness, that the virtues of the man who had won a love gave a lady a right to be a little unconventional. work.And, in the case of Malvolio, there is historical precedent.A humble squire he had just read about was a gentleman like himself who had neither land nor money.But the generous Hungarian princess did not hesitate to give him a more specific expression of love, even surpassing the love letter he just received.

You are welcome, she said, my dear squire, You have taken root in my heart, you are the destination of my soul. I want you to kiss me three times, Five hundred pounds for your kiss.According to this true historical story, the King of Hungary himself admitted: I have seen many book boys, Because of the marriage, he became a son-in-law and a nobleman. So, on the whole, Quentin forced himself to accept the Countess's performance with a noble attitude, which was likely to be of great benefit to him. But following this concern comes another, more vexing problem.As far as Quentin knew, the treacherous Hyladin had spent four hours in the chambers of the two ladies.Considering that he had hinted that he was interested in Quentin.Dawilt's fate has an extremely important ability to influence, how can we guarantee that this is not a trap arranged by him?If so, was it not the work of the hypocritical wretch, to cover up a new treacherous plot, perhaps, to abduct Isabel from the protection of the venerable Bishop?This is an issue that requires close attention.The man had the audacity to admit his debauchery without shame.Quentin has long been disgusted with him for this, so naturally he can't expect any glorious and gratifying results from his intervention.

These thoughts drifted through Quentin's mind like a mist, washing away and obscuring the beautiful pictures his fantasies had drawn, and keeping him awake at night.At daybreak, or rather an hour before daybreak, he had arrived in the castle gardens, where he was free to enter and stay, and he was appointed to wear on his head a feather of the brightest blue and white color that he could find in his haste.He remained there for nearly two hours without anyone noticing his presence.Finally, he heard a few piano sounds, and saw a lattice window open right above the side door that Marson had let Hiradin in, and Isabel, brimming with the beauty of a girl, appeared in front of the window with a half-friendly and half-shy expression Say hello to him.Seeing him return the salute with profound respect, the girl blushed, closed the window, and disappeared behind the casement. It couldn't be more obvious!The reliability of the love letter has been clarified, and the remaining question is how to act later.But on this point the girl who wrote the letter gave him no hints.Fortunately, there is no urgent need for the present. The countess lives in a strong castle, under the protection of a respectable prince who has both secular and religious authority.This beaming servant has no room or opportunity to intervene at present, all he is required to do is to be ready to carry out her orders at any time.However, the god of fate intends to help him take action in advance. On the evening of their fourth day in Thornwald, Quentin made arrangements to send the last of his entourage with him the next day to return to Louis' court with some letters.His letter to his uncle and the Duke of Crawford was to tell them that, since the private instructions of Hiradin were an act of treachery to him, he had reason, both for honor and prudence, not to Allegiance to France.Then he went to bed, filled with dancing rosy dreams in the dreamland of the young lover who thought his love had been sincerely repaid. Quentin's dream was initially affected by his happy mood when he fell asleep, and it could be called a sweet dream, but later it gradually took on the color of horror. He dreamed that he and Countess Isabel were strolling by a calm inland lake peculiar to the native valley, and he told her of his love, unaware of the obstacles that stood between them.She listened, smiling shyly as he had imagined from the love letter that clung to his heart both in sleep and in wake.But the scenery instantly changed from summer to winter, from Ningxin to storm.The wind whips up the billows, as if demons and spirits of the water and air compete for a sphere of influence in which to roar and roar.The turbulent lake water made them in a dilemma, and the increasingly fierce storm made them bump into each other, as if they could no longer stand on their feet.Quentin was awakened from his dream by the thrilling feeling of the danger before him. He woke up.Although the nightmare faded and gave way to reality, the clamor that might have caused it continued to ring in his ears. Quentin's first instinct was to sit up and listen in wonder to the uproar.If this sound is only the prelude to the storm, it may eclipse even the wildest howl that erupts from the Grampians.But he soon realized that the uproar was not the wrath of nature, but the wrath of the crowd. He jumped out of bed and glanced out the window.The window opened onto the garden, and there was no movement on that side.But the roar that reached his ears from the opened window gave him further awareness that the castle was attacked and surrounded, and that the enemies were numerous and determined.In the dark and startled he dressed and put on his armor as quickly as possible.Then a knock on the door caught his attention.Quentin didn't open the door immediately.The visitor saw that the door was very small, so he broke in.As soon as he heard his special earthy accent, he knew that it was the Bohemian Hyradin.Mao Grabin.He lit a small bottle he held in his hand with a match, and a small, dim red flame lit up with it an oil lamp he had taken from his bosom. How the stars of your destiny turn, he said sternly without further greeting, depends on whether you can make up your mind immediately. You villain!Quentin replied that intrigue and treachery are all around us.And where there is conspiracy and treachery, there will be you. You are crazy!Mao Grabin replied, asking me to betray others unless it is profitable.Why should I betray you, since your safety is more to my advantage than your destruction?If possible, please don't wait for destruction and death to force it into your ears, and listen to the voice of reason actively!The people of Liege are up. It is William.Delamach and his gang are leading them.Even if the means of resistance were available, their numbers and the brutality of Delamach were no match.What's more, this means is almost equal to zero.If you really want to save the countess and your own future hope, then for the sake of the girl who gave you the big diamond engraved with three leopards, come with me! Quickly lead the way, said Quentin hastily, I dare to risk anything for her sake! According to my arrangement, said the Bohemian, there is no danger so long as you keep out of the quarrel which does not concern you.Having said that, what does it have to do with you whether the so-called Lord Bishop kills his congregation or the congregation kills their bishop?ha!ha!ha!Come with me.But you have to be careful and bear with it.Stress your courage and trust my prudence.Then I shall repay my debt of gratitude to you, and you may marry the countess.Come with me. I will follow you, Quentin said, drawing his knife, but as soon as I see any sign of betrayal in you, your head will be separated from your body! The Bohemian saw Quentin armed and ready, and without a word, led him down the stairs, and hastily through winding corridors to the little garden.There was hardly a light to be seen, and there was not a sound to be heard.But as soon as Quentin came to the clearing, there was a deafening roar from the opposite side of the castle.He heard the shouts of the attackers: Liege!Liege! Sanglier! Sanglier! (Note: French: wild boar! wild boar!) and the unsteady and weak cries of the guards who were attacked and rushed to defend the city wall at a disadvantage: Our Lady bless the Bishop! Although Quentin.Darwilt had a martial spirit, but with Isabel's life at stake, he had no time to care about winning or losing the battle, for he feared that unless she could be rescued from the wanton, cruel bandits who might be attacking the gates, he would met a terrible fate.Just as a dying patient does not refuse a quack's prescription, so he had no choice but to rely on the bohemian's help.He walked with him through the garden, intending to follow his directions, but also to stab him in the chest, or cut off his head, if he showed signs of mischief.Hyaddin seemed himself aware that his safety was at stake, and as soon as he was out in the open he gave up his customary quips, and seemed to vow to be humble, brave, and active. Heldin gave a low signal, and two women came out through the door leading to the bedrooms of the ladies, covered with the black veil still worn by Dutch women.Quentin stretched out his arm to one of the women, and she flung herself tremblingly round it, leaning her whole body upon it; had she been any heavier, it would have hindered their retreat considerably.The bohemian, supporting the other woman, went straight to the side door which opened through the garden wall towards the moat.There was a little boat hanging there, which Quentin had seen Hyradin use before to cross from the castle to the other side of the river. As they crossed the river they heard the cries of victory that signaled the success of the attackers, and that the castle was about to fall.Quentin felt the sound so terrible that he could not help cursing aloud: If I hadn't had to shed my blood to fulfill my present duty, I would have returned to the city walls to faithfully defend the hospitable bishop, and kill him. A few gangsters shouting rebellious slogans! As he spoke, the lady on his arm gave him a gentle touch, as if to make him understand that loved ones were more entitled to his knightly protection than the defense of Thornwald Castle.The Bohemian also cried aloud, as if to be heard: it is so true that the madness of Christian love and happiness requires us to flee, and it requires people to turn their heads and fight.Go, go, there are some horses waiting for us in the willow bushes. There are only two horses.Quentin said he had seen them standing in the moonlight. I can only get these two horses, otherwise I will have to scare the snake.Besides, two horses are enough.Said the Bohemian, You two must ride to Tengres while the road is still safe.Marthon is going to live with the women of our own tribe.Anyway, she was their old acquaintance.You don't know yet, she is from our tribe, and she is only among you in order to help us when necessary. Marson!The lady looked at the masked woman and exclaimed in surprise, isn't it mine? It's Marson.Forgive me for this little deception, said Hyradin.I dare not take both ladies of Croix from the boar of Ardennes. asshole!said Quentin sharply, but there was still time.I'll go right back and save Ms. Hamelin. Hamelin, said the lady in an excited voice, Hamelin is leaning on your arm to thank you for your deliverance. What!How is this going?Quentin shook off her hand and said, unlike his usual politeness to ladies, did Miss Isabel stay alone?Goodbye. He turned to rush back to the castle, but Hiradin grabbed him.Listen to me, listen to me, you are looking for death.Why the hell are you wearing that damn colored feather?I no longer believe in the meaning of blue and white silk.However, she also had an equally large dowry and gold and silver treasures, and she was also entitled to the earldom. He was gasping for breath, talking incoherently, holding Quentin desperately.In the end the young man had no choice but to clenched his dagger tightly, ready to get rid of his entanglement. That being the case, Hiradin let go of his hand and said, if there is a devil, go to the devil and get the hell out of here!As soon as the Scot was free, he rushed like a gust of wind towards the castle. Hayradine turned to look at Ms. Hamelin, who sank to her knees limply in shame, fear, and disappointment. There was a misunderstanding, and he said, get up, lady, and come with me.I'll find you a husband prettier than this yellow-haired boy before dawn.One is not enough, I can find you twenty more. Madame Hamelin, lustful but empty-headed; like so many others, capable of coping with the needs of everyday life, was helpless in the present crisis, and had to weep in vain, calling Heldin a thief, A lowly slave, a liar and a murderer. You can call me a gypsy, he replied calmly, and that covers everything. Beast!You said that the stars destined us to be married, and you want me to write a love letter to him!Damn me!cried the unfortunate lady. The stars do ordain that you should be united, Hyradin said, the problem is that both parties are willing.Do you think a great star can make a man marry another against his will?I'm confused by all your christian nonsense about courtesies and silk tokens.The young man preferred veal to heifer, and I think that was the problem.Get up and follow me.Be careful, I won't tolerate crying and pretending to be dead. I don't take a step.The lady said stubbornly. Bright skies above, you just gotta go!cried Hyaddin, I swear to you by all that a fool believes, that the man you are dealing with can strip you naked, bind you to a tree, and leave you at the mercy of fate, without hesitation! That's not okay, Marson intervened, don't abuse her.I carry a knife like you, and I know how to use it.Although she is stupid, she has a good heart.Ladies, get up and come with us.There was a misunderstanding, but it was worth saving a life.Many in that castle at this moment would have given all their fortunes for our present security. When Marson said this, there was a triumphant cheer from Thornwald Castle, of course mixed with screams of terror and disappointment. Listen, my lady!You have to be thankful, said Hyradine, that you did not add your shrill voice to the ensemble.Don't worry, I will take care of you honestly, and Xingxiu will keep his promise and find you a good husband. Madame Hamelin, like a beast overcome with terror and fatigue, was at the mercy of her two guides, who took her wherever they pleased.As she was exhausted and in a daze, two gypsies had to half lead and half lift her.Although they continued their conversation in front of her, she couldn't make sense of it. I've always thought your plan was stupid, said Marthon, if you could get the young couple together, really, we'd have a chance of getting their gratitude and a place in their castle.How can you expect such a handsome young man to marry such an old fool? Ritzba, said Hiradin, you have taken a Christian name, and have lived in the camp of the fools, and have infected you with their stupidity.How can I imagine that he insists on considering the difference between being young and being old, and disregarding the obvious benefits brought by this marriage?You know it's impossible to be as candid as that shy girl is with this lady who weighs our arms like a wool pad.Besides, I liked the lad too and wanted to do him a favor.To marry him to this older woman was to make him rich, and to marry him to Isabelle would be to bring upon him Deramac, Burgundy, and France, all three contending for the right to govern her marriage.Since the foolish woman's fortune consisted chiefly of gold and silver, we would have had our share too.But the bowstring was broken, and the arrow could not be shot.Fuck her, we'll just take her to William the Bearded.When he was as drunk as usual, he couldn't tell who was the old countess and who was the young countess.Come on, Ritzba, be brave.The bright constellation of Adopolis still guards the fate of the children of the desert!