Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Binge Drinking

Cade: Where's Dick the Butcher of Ashford? Dick: Commander, I'm here. Cade: They fell like cattle and sheep before you, and you did as well as you did in your own slaughterhouse. Henry VI Part Two Perhaps the most bizarre and terrifying changes had taken place here since Quentin's lunch in the hall of Thornwaldburg.This change indeed paints in the most terrible colors the calamities of war, especially since the battle was fought by some of the most ruthless and ruthless of the mercenaries of the barbaric age.Their occupations and habits have made them accustomed to all the brutal and bloody things in war, and they have neither patriotism nor the romantic spirit of knights.

In the same hall where a few hours before civil and ecclesiastical officials had sat together, they ate with respectable dignity, even formality, and only light talk and laughter were allowed; and polite.But right now it was a sign of wild, brazen debauchery.Even if Satan himself presides over this feast, it may not be better. At the top of the table sat the fearsome Ardennes boar.He sat on the bishop's throne which had been hastily carried from the council chamber for him.The Boar was a name he deserved, and he admired it, and did everything he could think of to live up to it.He took off his helm, but still wore his heavy and bright armor, which he seldom took off; and over his shoulders hung a stout cloak of the hide of a great boar, whose feet and tusks were of pure silver.The boar's scalp was drawn over Sir Alex's helmet when he was in full armor, and was like a hood over his bald head when he often took it off or tied it behind his head as it is now, giving a The impression is really like a hideous and terrible monster.But this boar-skin-covered face does not need such terrifying decorations to increase its inherently terrifying expression.

The upper half of Delamach's face, created by nature, almost obscures his true character.His hair, without the hat, resembled the rough mane of the boar-skin that covered it, but his manly high, broad forehead, broad, rosy cheeks, and large, bright pale eyes And the hooked nose gives people a brave and heroic feeling.But these favorable traits have long since been outweighed by his brutish habits.These habits, together with debauchery and indulgence, had stamped upon his countenance a stamp of character incompatible with the heroism it might have expressed.Due to frequent indulging in alcohol, the facial muscles, especially the muscles around the eyes, have become swollen, and the sinful habits have also made the eyes dull, and the white part turns red prematurely, making people feel that his face is hideous, very scary The Ferguson likes to simulate that beast.Yet, somewhat paradoxically, while Delamarch in other ways pretends to be a boar, and even seems content with the moniker, on the other hand he uses his massive long beard to cover up that boar. It turns out the facial features that earned him the nickname.This refers to his unusually thick and prominent lips and palate, as well as his large protruding tusks.All these together made him resemble a wild boar; and Delamach's habit of haunting and making his home in the boar-woods earned him the name of the Ardennes boar.His formidable beard, seldom combed, could neither conceal the natural ghastliness of his face, nor add a touch of majesty to that savage expression.

Bandit officers and soldiers and some lowly Liege citizens sat side by side around the table.Butcher Nicole.Brock sat next to Delamach.He rolled up his sleeves high, exposing his elbow-level blood-stained arms, comparable to the blood-stained butcher knife in front of him.Most of the soldiers imitated their heads by growing frighteningly long beards and braiding their hair upside down to enhance the menacing impression of their visage.Perhaps from intoxicated pride in victory and prolonged drinking, many appeared to be inebriated.All this makes one look ugly and repulsive.The language they use and the songs they sing (which they don't even bother to pretend to be polite to others) are extremely lewd and brutal.Quentin couldn't help thanking God, but the noise was so loud that his female companion couldn't hear their rapping and singing.

As for this dreadful feast with William.Delamark's soldiers sat with the better-born townspeople, and we need only note that the distraught look on the faces of most of them indicated that they either disliked the hospitality or feared their partner.But the less well-bred, more savage-natured townspeople, seeing the liberty of the Cubs as an expression of liberty which they would gladly imitate, tried to savor their peculiar taste, and drank big gulps of stout, a very common lowlander. Common vices give themselves the needed stimulation. The preparations for the banquet are also chaotic, which is exactly the same as the character of the banquet attendees.The boar of Ardennes, in spite of the crime of sacrilege, had the tableware of the bishop's house, and even the utensils of the church used for the communion, taken into use, along with the black wine pot, the leather goblet, and the most common horn wine. Pots are mixed indiscriminately.

We would also like to add a horror plot and explain it, and leave the rest to the imagination of the reader.While the Dramak soldiers were frantically drinking and having fun, one of the spearmen who had been kicked out of the feast (very bravely during tonight's siege) took up a large silver cup and ran, saying it was to make up for it. His failure to attend the banquet was a loss.The chief couldn't help laughing out loud at the joke, which was so in keeping with the nature and atmosphere of the banquet.But when another fellow of unknown combat prowess attempted the same move, Delamach immediately scowled and intervened, for the precious utensils on the table would soon be destroyed if the merry-go-round was not stopped in time. All in one go.Ah!God of Thunder is here!He shouted loudly, those who dare not be heroes in front of the enemy will never want to be thieves among their own people!how!You coward, when Conrad crossed the river and overturned the wall and charged into battle, you were waiting to open the city gate and put down the drawbridge, did you dare to mess around?Hang him from the window!Let him tap his feet, and we'll drink him from the sidelines, and wish him the best of luck to hell.

As soon as the death sentence was pronounced, it was immediately honored.In an instant, the poor fellow was hung on an iron bar and died.When Quentin and his party entered the hall, his body was still hanging there, blocking the pale moonlight, casting an indistinct shadow on the floor, making people wonder and fear what kind of creature it was. thing. When the name of the guild master, Pavillon, was announced in this tumultuous gathering, he tried to appear to be a dignitary whose authority and influence entitle him to be their equal.But when he saw the scary thing hanging from the window, and the wild scene around him, he found it difficult to stick to this role, although Peter told him restlessly in his ear: Sir, take courage, you must If not we are screwed.

The guild president did his best to maintain his dignity in his brief congratulatory message celebrating the great victory of the soldiers of Delamach and the citizens of Liege. Yes, said Delamach sarcastically, my woman's she-dog said to the wolf-dog: We killed the prey after all.Oh, Mr. Mayor, you are really like the god of war, and you are accompanied by beautiful women!Who is this beauty?Take off the veil, take off the veil No woman shall keep her beauty private tonight. Noble lord, this is my daughter, said Pavillon, and I beseech you to forgive her for wearing the veil, for she made a vow to the three blessed kings.

I can undo her vows at once, said Delamach, because I can proclaim myself Bishop of Liege with a stroke of the butcher's knife.I think a living bishop is always worthy of the three dead kings. Hearing this, the guests present could not help trembling a little, and murmured, because the citizens of Liege, even the rude soldiers, respected nothing else but the so-called three kings of Cologne. Do not misunderstand.I do not intend to betray the three late kings, said Delamach, but I am determined to be the bishop.To have a prince with both secular and divine power and the ability to gather and disperse people, coupled with a bunch of libertines like you, should be the most suitable, because no one else will give you the benefit of pardoning your sins, the noble mayor , please come here and sit next to me.For my promotion, you will see me create a vacancy with my own hands.Bring in the former bishop who sat in this hallowed seat.

There was an air of bustle and activity in the hall.Pavilion resigned from the seat given to him, and sat at the lower end of the table.His entourage stood closely behind him. At this moment, like a group of sheep seeing a strange dog, they hurriedly gathered behind the leading sheep, because the position and authority of the leading sheep made other sheep think that it was better than them. I am braver.Near them sat a handsome lad who was said to be the bastard son of the murderous Delamach.At times he seemed fond of the son, and even showed a certain tenderness, for the child's mother had been a beautiful mistress of Deramarch's, who had been beaten to death by the fierce chief because of his drunkenness or jealousy.Her tragic fate made the cruel husband feel as much remorse as he could.It may be in part for this reason that he feels for the living orphan.Quentin had learned of this from the old pastor.He was trying to get as close to the lad as he could now, determined to hold him somehow as a hostage or as a shield for himself if other defenses failed.

While all the people were eagerly waiting to see how the tyrant's orders would be carried out, one of Pavillon's squires whispered to Peter: "Didn't our lord call the girl his daughter?"Hey, she can't be our Trudjean.The tall girl was two inches taller than she was.A lock of black hair also peeked out from under the veil.By St. Milin of the market, that's like calling a black bull hide a white cow hide! shut up!shut up!What if, said Peter calmly, the master was trying to steal a young doe from the Bishop's garden without telling his wife?Should you and I tell him his secret? I don't know, man, said the man, but I never thought I'd steal a calf at his age.Oh dear, look what a shy beauty she is!She crouched down in that chair, hiding behind the others, trying to avoid the eyes of Delamach's gang shooting at her.Look, look what they're going to do with the poor old Bishop! While he was saying this, Bourbon, Bishop of Liege,Louis was dragged into the halls of his own court by a band of savage bandits.His unkempt hair, beard and robes suggest that he has been abused.The monk's robe that was hastily put on him seemed to have been forced on him deliberately to mock his identity.Quentin could not help thinking that, fortunately, Miss Isabel was out of hearing and out of sight of what was about to happen, or else the emotions expressed at the sight of the misfortune of her good protector might reveal her secrets and endanger her safety.Darwilt thoughtfully stood in front of her, so that she could not see the others, and that they could not see her. A brief but horrifying scene followed.The unfortunate bishop was led to the footstool of the savage chief.He had previously been known only for his affability and amiability, but at this critical juncture he also displayed a sense of dignity and superiority well befitting his noble blood.He took his time.He looks both feudal aristocrat and Christian martyr with dignity and poise as he lets go of the brutish bandit who is drawing him forward.The demeanor of the prisoner was so resolute that even Delamarch was taken aback.At this moment he recalled some of the favors he had given him in his early years, so he seemed a little hesitant, and lowered his head.He drank a large glass of wine, and finally resumed his insolent attitude and expression, and addressed the unfortunate prisoner: Bourbon.Louis!The vicious bandit gasps, clenches his fists, clenches his teeth, and stimulates and maintains his natural brutality with every other mechanical action at his disposal.He went on to say: I have fought for your friendship in the past and you have rejected mine.Things are different now, what do you do?Nicole, get ready. The butcher got up, picked up the butcher's knife, crept behind Delamach's chair, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his sinewy arms, and stood with the butcher's knife aloft. Bourbon.Look at this man, Louis, continued Delamach, what conditions do you want to put in order to avoid this dangerous moment? The bishop gave the vicious servant who was ready to carry out the tyrant's orders at any time, looked sadly but firmly, and then said unwaveringly: William.Delamach, listen to me.All good people (if anyone here is worthy of the title), hear me too as to what I can offer this thug.William.Delamach, you instigated a rebellion in a city ruled by a monarch, captured the court of a prince of the Holy German Empire, killed his people, robbed his property, and insulted him personally. For this alone, you deserve to be punished by the Empire. The wanted man was declared an outsider who was not protected by the law, and was deprived of his land and rights.Of course, you do much more than that.What you have broken is not only human law, but what you deserve is not only human revenge and punishment.You have broken into the altar of God, treated the priests of the church with violence, defiled the temple of God with killing and robbery, and are indistinguishable from a blasphemous robber Are you done yet?Delamach interrupted him harshly, and said with a stampede. Not yet finished, said the Bishop, I have not yet stated the conditions on which you asked me to tell you. Go on, said Delamach, and you must make your terms more satisfactory to me than you have stated in your prologue, or watch out for your gray head!After he finished speaking through gritted teeth, he fell back on the chair, with foam oozing from his lips, much like the froth spewed from the tusks of the wild boar with his fur that he took his name from. Since this is your crime, said the bishop quietly but firmly, then you must obey my terms.As a philanthropic prince and bishop of the Christian Church, regardless of personal grievances, regardless of any specific losses, I magnanimously propose the conditions: Throw away your king's wat, give up your command, release your captives, and return yours. swag.Use the rest of your plunder for the relief of orphans and widows you have created; wear sackcloth as a sign of penitence, take a pilgrim's staff, and go barefoot to Rome, so I will pay respects to the empire of Regensburg. The court intercedes for your life, the Holy Pope for your miserable soul. Bourbon.Louis made these conditions with a tone of resoluteness, as if he himself still occupied the bishop's throne, and the usurper was kneeling at his feet begging for mercy.But by this time the tyrant had slowly stood up from his chair, and the original surprise had gradually been replaced by anger.When the bishop stopped talking, he turned to Nicole.Bullock, raised a finger silently.The mob slashed as if working in an ordinary slaughterhouse, and the slain bishop fell silently before his own throne.The citizens of Liege, unprepared for this terrible disaster, had hoped to reach some kind of compromise in the end, and now they all jumped up, cursed loudly, and let out a roar of revenge for the bishop. William.Delamach raised his voice over the din, stretched out his hands, pumped his fists, and shouted: Liège piggies, those who roll in the mud of the Maes!How dare you compete with the Ardennes boar?Rise up, my boar filth! (That's what he and others call his men.) Let these Flemish barrows see your tusks! Upon hearing this order, every bandit soldier stood up abruptly.Since they were sitting staggered from their previous allies, they were naturally prepared for such a sudden action.In an instant, everyone grabbed the collar of a Liege man next to him, and waved a dagger shining brightly in the moonlight with his right hand.They all raised their arms high, but none of them actually moved, because the threatened counterparts were too frightened to make a slight resistance.And Delamach's purpose may just be to intimidate his citizen allies. However, Quentin, who was quick and decisive far beyond his age.Dawilt, under the influence of all the factors that would stimulate his inherent intelligence and courage, suddenly turned the whole situation around.He followed the example of Delamach's men, jumped up and grabbed the bandit leader's son, Carl.Albertson, overpowering him easily.He pointed the dagger at the young man's throat, and shouted, "If you want to play this trick, then I'm welcome." stop!stop!It was a joke, a joke, cried De Lamarck.Do you think I will really hurt my good ally in Liege?Soldiers, let go and sit down.Carry this corpse (speaking and kicking the bishop's corpse) out of the way, that sows discord among friends.Let us have another good drink, and wash away this quarrel with wine. All the wild boars let go.The townspeople and the bandit soldiers stood looking at each other, seeming bewildered as to whether they were friends or foes.Quentin.Darwilt seized the moment. Listen to me, he preached, William.Delamach and all the citizens of Liege, you listen to me about you young gentleman, please stand still, (Karl is trying to get rid of his control) Unless you make such a terrible joke, you don't have to be afraid . For the sake of the devil, tell me who you are, Delamach said in amazement, how dare you break ground on the head of Tai Sui, come to our den to capture our hostages, and negotiate with us?You know, we only take other people's hostages and never let others take our hostages. I am a servant of King Louis of France, said Quentin boldly, and as my accent and dress partly suggest, I am a Scotsman in the Guards.I'm here to observe and understand what you're doing.I am amazed to see that you act out the ways of heathens instead of Christians, the ways of madmen and not of reasonable men.Burgundy.Charles' army will soon be upon you.If you expect aid from France, you must change your course.Citizens of Liege, I advise you to return to the city immediately.Whoever dares to obstruct your departure, I accuse him of being an enemy of my master, the most benevolent His Majesty the King of France. Liege, France!Liege, France!cried Pavilion's men and several other citizens, for they had grown courage from Quentin's bold statement. Liege, France!Long live the heroic shooter!We are willing to share life and death with him! William.Delamach's eyes were shining brightly, and he clenched the dagger tightly, as if about to throw it at the chest of the young man who was not afraid of violence.But he glanced around with his eyes and saw that there was something in the expressions of his own men that even he had to consider.There were many Frenchmen among them, and they all knew that William was secretly supported by France in men and money.Besides, some of the subordinates were quite surprised at the blasphemous atrocities just committed.Burgundy.The name of Charles had the power to unsettle them, and the duke was likely to be furious at tonight's events.The intrepidity of falling out with the citizens of Liege and angering the King of France at the same time could not help but create a terrible impression on the minds of these people, despite their confusion.In short, Delamarch had seen that if he wanted to resort to any violence at once, not even his own subordinates would support him.So he stretched his eerie eyebrows and said: I have no intention of harming my good friend in Liege.You are all free to leave Thornwaldburg.However, I was expecting you to at least drink with me all night to celebrate our victory.He added, more calmly than usual: To-morrow, or as soon as you wish, I am ready to consult at once on the question of sharing the spoils and organizing a common defense.However, I hope the Scottish gentleman will spend the night at the castle to brighten my party. The young Scot refused, saying that he must follow the actions of Pavillon, since King Louis had instructed him to keep in touch with him especially, but he was sure that he would see the valiant William next time.Dramak's battalion headquarters, to visit him. If your actions are determined by my actions, cried Bavion hastily, you must leave Thornwald without delay, and if you will not return here until I am with you, Then you can't even think about coming back anytime soon. The honest townsman lowered his voice in the second half of his sentence, for he was afraid of serious consequences for expressing his feelings loudly, but he could not completely suppress his anger. Men of the tannery industry, follow me closely, he said to his bodyguards, we will leave this bandit den as soon as possible. Most Lièges of noble birth seem to share the same opinion as the guild president.Their joy in taking Thornwald could hardly have been greater than in the present moment the prospect of a safe departure.Finally the bandits finally let them leave the castle smoothly.Quentin rejoiced heartily as the eerie walls were left far behind. For the first time from the moment they entered that horrible hall, Quentin had the opportunity to ask the Countess how she was feeling. Well, well, she replied hastily, very well.Don't stop and ask me.Don't waste time talking let's run away! She picked up her pace as she spoke.But the effort has had little success.If Darwilt hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground exhausted.The young Scot held his protected, infinitely dear maiden in his arms with the tenderness of a loving mother who has lifted her infant from peril.She put one arm around his neck, thinking only of one escape.Now that the matter came to such an end, the young man no doubt did not regret the risks he had taken tonight. The honest mayor himself was half-supported, half-supported, half-dragged by his loyal adviser Peter and another staff member, and rushed to the river bank in one breath.They came across groups of wandering citizens eagerly asking them the history of the siege, and the true state of affairs which they had heard of among the conquerors. They try to avoid people's curious inquiries.After a lot of effort, Peter and his companions finally found a boat for everyone to use.With a boat, there is also a chance to rest.How beautiful it was for Isabel, who still lay peacefully in the arms of her savior, and the venerable mayor.The mayor said a series of words of gratitude to Dawiert, but the young man was too busy to answer at the moment.He then turned to Peter and made a long discourse on his own valor and benevolence, and the dangers these virtues had presented him on many occasions. Peter, Peter, he repeated the old self-complaining tune of the night before, if I hadn't been too courageous, I certainly wouldn't have stood up and refused to pay the municipal tax when everyone else was willing to pay twenty cents .Besides, if I hadn't been so strong-willed, I wouldn't have taken part in the battle of St. Troon, where I was speared by an Ero warrior into a mud ditch, and neither my Neither will nor the strength of my hand could lift me out of the ditch.And, Peter, it was my courage again this evening that induced me to put on an overly tight armor that nearly suffocated me, thanks to this brave young gentleman who saved me.He's come to eat the war, and I wish him luck with all my heart.As for my kindness, well, it should have said that it might have made me a pauper.Fortunately, I can get by in this sinful world.But God knows how much more trouble I'll get into if I've got to have to deal with ladies and countesses and secret secrets all the time; and I'll take my word for half my fortune, plus my head! Quentin could not remain silent any longer, but could only comfort him by saying that no matter what losses and risks he took in order to protect the young girl, he would be grateful and rewarded in the future. Thank you, young archer's squire, thank you, replied the citizen of Liege, but who told you that I expected to be paid by you because I did my duty as an honest man?I'm just sorry to say that I might lose this or that.I think I have a right to say so to my adjutant without complaining of my loss or danger. Quentin had to conclude that his present friend was also a good man who liked to whine and get paid for doing good.These good people are many.They just want to complain a few words to elevate the value of the merit that caused them losses.He therefore resolved to remain prudently silent, and let the chairman of the guild go on babbling to his aide-de-camp about the dangers and losses which his zeal for the public good and selfless service to others had caused him; the door of the house. It turned out that the honest townsman felt degraded when he saw that he had to let a young stranger play the leading role in dealing with the crisis in the halls of the castle of Sonnwald.Although he was quite satisfied with Dawilt's intervention at the time, it seemed to him that it had demeaned his importance, and he tried to get some compensation; by boasting about his respect for the country in general, and his friends in particular. Especially the favors bestowed upon the Countess Croyer and her young protector exaggerate the necessity of reciprocating his gratitude. However, when the boat pulled up behind his garden and Peter helped him ashore, as soon as he touched the threshold of his house, his wounded pride and jealousy seemed to disappear in an instant, and made a resentful man feel happy. The frustrated politician is suddenly transformed into an honest, kind, hospitable, friendly host.He called out to Trudjean.The girl came over immediately, because everyone in Liege was very anxious and scared that night, and few people could sleep.His father asked her to take good care of the half-conscious beautiful female guest.Miss Trudjan admired her guest's beauty and sympathized with her misfortune, so she performed her lordship with sisterly zeal and love. Even though it was late and the guild chairman seemed very tired, Quentin still couldn't avoid a bottle of expensive old wine with a history as long as the battle of Azingur offered by his master.If Pavilion hadn't called out the hostess from the bedroom with a loud demand for the cellar key, Quentin would have felt overwhelmed by the hospitality and had to take a few sips.The hostess is a chubby, happy little woman who was once very beautiful when she was young, but in recent years her main features have been a pointed red nose, a high-pitched voice, and the need to take good care of the guild The chairman's determination, despite his external power, must obediently obey the necessary house rules. As soon as she realized that it was her husband who was vying for the guests to drink, she told her husband unceremoniously that he had not drunk enough but had drunk too much.Not only did she not take out the large bunch of keys hanging from her waist on a silver chain to open the wine cellar to further satisfy his request, but she turned her back rudely and ignored him.She immediately led Quentin to the neat and comfortable bedroom where he was staying for the night.Perhaps Quentin had never seen the indoor furnishings for people to rest, because in terms of the comfort of family life, the rich Flemish not only far surpassed the poor and primitive Scots, even the French were far behind.