Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Mutual accusations

Your end is not yet come, and the devil you serve has not yet thrown you away abandoned.He will also give support to friends who serve him, just like a villain The man asked the blind man to walk on his shoulders, and led him to the edge of the cliff before pushing him into the abyss. "Old Drama" The jester, at the behest of King Louis, or rather at the behest (for although Louis was king, in the present situation he could only ask Leglorier to seek Galioti) went forward, but I don't find it difficult either.He immediately went to one of the best hotels in Peron City.He was also a frequent visitor to the hotel, because of his own appreciation of the drink that turned all minds into as delusional as his own.

He saw, or observed, in a corner of the hotel, which, according to its chief furnishings, what its German and Flemish nickname should be called a stove, was having an intimate conversation with a woman.The woman was strangely dressed, both Moorish and Asian.When Leglorier came up to Mathias, she stood up as if to walk away. These reports are completely reliable and can be trusted without a doubt.said the strange woman, and then disappeared among the guests scattered around the table. My philosopher brother too, said the jester, Heaven has just removed one guard, and sent another in its place.As soon as a fool left, I am here again, to lead you to the bedroom of King Louis of France.

Did you send me a message?Mathias asked, looking at him hastily and in a panic, and he saw at once that this man was a jester, though, as we have said, his appearance did not indicate such status as jesters usually do. Yes, sir.Leglorier replied that when a powerful prince sends fools and seekers to him, it must be a sign that he is in trouble. Sending such an envoy to call me at such a late hour, so what if I don't go?Gallio asked. If you don't go, we have to take care of your convenience and carry you there, Le Glorier said, there are about a dozen strong Burgundian infantry standing at the door, they were sent to me by Earl Krevig, ready to carry you I want you to see King Louis.You know, though our kinsman King Louis foolishly placed the crown at our disposal, my friend BurgundyCharles and I didn't take it off, we just messed it up and ruined it a little.Although the crown has shrunk to a small size, it is still made of pure gold, in short, he still rules over his people (including you), and still keeps the crown of Christ in the ancient halls of Peron Castle. King of the Tao.And you, as his subject, are obliged to go to him immediately.

Sir, I will go with you.Mathias.Galiotti said, and then followed Leglorier to the castle, maybe because he saw that he couldn't escape. Well, sir, said the Fool on the way, you are just right.To tell the truth, we treated this relative as one treats an old lion in a cage starving, and now and then a calf is stuffed into the cage, to give his old teeth something to chew. Do you mean, preached Matthias, that the king meant to hurt me? You are better at guessing that than I am, said the Fool, for though there are clouds tonight, I believe you can see the stars through the clouds.I didn't know anything about it, but my mom used to tell me to be very careful when approaching a large rat that was caught, because it's the rat's favorite bite.

The astrologer stopped asking him questions.Le Glorier went on babbling nonsense mingled with sarcasm, as was the custom of their kind.Once at the gates of Peron Castle, he handed the philosopher over to the guards.Escorted by guards one by one, the philosopher was finally brought to Herbert's Tower. The jester's insinuation had its effect on Matthias.He saw it in Triston's expression and manner, for they somehow confirmed the validity of the hints.Triston spoke sullenly, sullenly, and fiercely to him as he led him to the king's bedroom.As a master of scrutinizing human and celestial phenomena, the pulleys and ropes naturally did not escape the eyes of the astrologer.Seeing that the rope was still swinging, he deduced that someone must have been busy adjusting the rope, and stopped immediately when he suddenly appeared.He saw all this in his eyes, and immediately strengthened his vigilance to guard against the imminent danger.He made up his mind that if he couldn't avoid it, he would fight to the death with any invading enemy.

After making up his mind, Mathias took firm steps and came to King Louis with a firm and calm expression. He was neither ashamed of his mistake in prophecy nor afraid of the king's anger and its possible consequences. . May all the stars in the sky bless His Majesty with good luck!Galiotti bowed to the king in an almost oriental way and said, may your majesty be free from the evil influence of the ominous stars! I think, replied the king, just look at this chamber, just think what kind of place it is and how it is guarded, and you wise man will see that my beneficence has been unfaithful to me, and every ominous My astrological signs are also trying their best to do evil to me.Mathias.Come to think of it, Gariotti, it was your promise that lured me here.Don't you feel ashamed that I'm in prison and a prisoner?

Your Majesty, are you not ashamed yourself?The philosopher replied, You have made great progress in science, you have a quick mind and long-lasting perseverance, but you are like a coward who hides in fear at the sound of swords, and hides at the frown of fate. Want to back down.Aren't you shy?You have longed to possess occult knowledge, so that you may rise above earthly affections, and earthly misfortunes and cares, which can only be attained by one who has shown a fortitude similar to that of the ancient Stoics.Why should you flinch from the pressure of the frontier, and lose the glorious prize you intended to win, like a frightened racehorse who flees the track at the sight of false omens?

(Note) Stoic philosophy is a school of thought that flourished in ancient Greece and Rome, and is one of the most noble and outstanding philosophies in the history of Western civilization.It has always encouraged participation in human enterprise, believing that the purpose of all philosophical inquiry is to provide man with a mode of conduct characterized by peace of mind and firm moral values. False omen!You are shameless!cried the king, is this dungeon unreal?Is it also unreal that the guards of my enemy Burgundy are sharpening their knives at the gate?I would like to ask you traitor, what is real misfortune, if imprisonment, dethronement, and danger of death are not real misfortunes?

Ignorance, my brother, replied the wise man firmly, that ignorance plus prejudice is the only real misfortune.Believe me, a mighty king, soaked in ignorant prejudices, is less free than a philosopher in chains in a dungeon.It will be my great honor to guide you into the true happiness of the philosopher, but you should also be proud to follow my guidance. Is your teaching meant to lead me to a taste of this philosopher's freedom?The king said with great distress, why didn't you tell me earlier in the Plessy Palace that the sovereignty you assured me over and over again was the sovereignty over my own feelings, and the achievement you assured me over and over again was only the progress of philosophy, okay? Make me as smart and learned as an Italian charlatan?If only you had said so, I could have attained this state of mind at a much lower cost, without losing the finest crown of Christendom, and becoming a prisoner in the dungeon of Peron!Let's go, don't think that you can escape the punishment you deserve!

I will not leave you to fend for yourself, Mathias replied, and though your eyes are clouded by ignorance, I will defend my honor.You know, my honor is brighter than the brightest jewel in your crown, even if the entire Caput family is in St.Burned to ashes in the crypt of Dennis Church, its splendor will be admired for all ages. Go ahead, preached Louie, your brazen words won't change my mind or my opinion, but I may never be able to pass my sentence as king again, so I'd like to hear from you after you've been convicted appeal.You go ahead, but you better tell the truth.Just tell me, I'm a duped fool, you're a liar, your so-called science is nothing but a dream, and the stars above us can't affect our destiny any more than the stars reflected in a river can change the course of the river.

How can you understand the mystical influence of those holy stars?The astrologer ventured, You say they cannot affect the rivers, yet you know that even the faintest of them, the moon, is so faint precisely because it is the closest to our wretched earth, and not limited to things like the Somme This kind of small river is a tide that rises and falls according to its profit and loss.The sea is watching the influence of the moon at any time, just like a slave tremblingly obeying the Queen's nod.All right, Valois.Louie, now it's your turn to answer me with a metaphor.Tell me frankly, do you not look like a foolish traveler who scolds the helmsman of a sea-going ship, blaming him for the counter current and the wind that he steered his ship into port?I was right when I pointed out the possibility of a successful conclusion to your venture, but God alone has the power to bring you here.If God's will to make your way rough and perilous, what power have I to make it smooth and safe?Weren't you wise yesterday when you said that your wisdom taught you that fate often ends in our favour, even when it is contrary to our intentions? Your words remind me of the king's haste, and of a lie you told.Thou hast prophesied that the Scotchman's fulfillment of his task would fortunately be in my interest and my honour.But, you know, it's the impression of the enraged burgundy bull in the end of the matter that will do me great harm.It's all a lie this time you can't find any more excuses this time you can't find any unreal omens of the ebb and flow of the tide that made me sit like an idiot by a river and wait for the water to pass.Now you have your own cunning exposed, and you have foolishly made a prophecy that has been proven to be utterly false. It will prove to be entirely true, replied the astrologer boldly, and I can hope for no greater joy in the triumph of learning over ignorance than the fulfillment of this prophecy.I have told you that he will faithfully perform any honorable task.Didn't he do that?I told you that he didn't want to help the bad guys, didn't he prove that he was just like that?If you doubt this, ask that Bohemian Hyradine.Maugrabbin is all right. King Louis was ashamed and angry at this moment, blushing to the ears. I told you, continued the astrologer, that the astrological signs on his departure foreshadowed that his life would be in danger. Wasn't his journey full of dangers?I have told you that according to the astrological omens, the one who sent him will benefit from him, and I think this benefit will soon benefit you greatly. It will benefit greatly in no time!exclaimed the King, Is it obvious that my benefits are disgrace and imprisonment? No, replied the astrologer, it's not over yet, and you'll soon have to admit to yourselves that the way the emissary has carried out your mission has done you good. This is very rude, said the king, you are trying to deceive me and insult me ​​at the same time!Don't think that I will be easily aggrieved and will not retaliate, the emperor is above! Gagliotti turned to leave.You wait, Louis said, if you dare not admit that you are deceiving, then answer me a question.You think about it first. Do you dare to say that your deception can predict your own death? I can only base my date of death on the date of other people's death.Galiotti said. I don't know what you mean.Louis said. Then I will tell you, my lord, said Mathias, that I can only say this with certainty about the time of my death: it will be exactly twenty-four hours before your majesty's. snort!Do you dare to say that?Louis said with a sudden expression, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't leave first. You said that my death date and your death date will be so close?" Only twenty-four hours later, Garliotti repeated firmly, if the bright and mysterious stars of wisdom in their respective orbits could really speak a single true prophecy without words.Good night Your Majesty! Wait, wait, don't you go, said the king, taking him by the arm and dragging him back from the door, Matthias.Gagliotti, I have always honored you and given you a lot of money as my friend, companion and teacher I beg you to tell me frankly is there any truth in your alchemy?Will this Scotchman's mission really make me lucky?Is the number of days between the two of us really very, very close?Good Mathias, tell me frankly, you speak frankly according to your deceitful way, I beg you frankly tell me, if you speak frankly, I will not make it difficult for you.I'm old and under house arrest and I'm at risk of losing my fortune. For someone in my position, telling the truth is priceless.Dearest Mathias, I still count on you for this priceless treasure. I have consecrated this priceless treasure to Your Majesty, said Garliotti, even risking His Majesty's wrath falling upon me and tearing me apart. Gagliotti, will I do this?King Louis asked gently, alas, you have wronged me so much!Am I not a prisoner?Shouldn't I be showing a special kind of patience when I see my anger only showing my incompetence?Tell the truth, are you lying to me, or are you really learned and have made true prophecies? Your Majesty, please forgive me, Matthias.Gariotti said, what I want to answer is that only time and facts can convince the skeptics that they are wrong.I was in that world-famous conqueror Matthias of Hungary.On the council table of Corvinus, even in the emperor's own chamber, he participated in the counsels of the privy council, but to repeat some of the prophecies and assurances that I have made and proved to be true, I will live up to the emperor's respect my trust.If you don't believe me, I can only let the course of events speak for itself.You will only have to wait a day or two to prove or disprove my assertions about the young Scot.If Your Majesty cannot learn from Quentin.If I have benefited from Darwilt's heroic performance, and benefited a lot, then I am willing to be sentenced to death.Your Majesty had better find a priest as soon as possible, because from the moment I utter my last moan, there are only twenty-four hours left for your confession. Still holding on to Garliotti's robe, Luigi led him to the door, opened it and said loudly: We'll talk tomorrow.Learned father, please go slowly, go slowly! He repeated the word "slow walk" three times, but he was still worried that the Advocate General might misunderstand his intentions.Then he himself led the astrologer into the hall, holding fast to his robes, as if fearing that the executioner would snatch him from him, and execute the man in his presence.He not only pulled him tightly, but also walked slowly repeatedly.Walking slowly, the spell that saved the day, even secretly signaled to the Chief Military Advocate, strictly ordering him to stop any action he would take against the astrologer. In this way, Galioti got rid of the imminent danger of his life because he had a little secret information, and he was not afraid of danger and dealt with it freely.But Louis, the wisest and most vengeful prince of his age, was deceived into losing the chance of revenge because superstitious habits had a strong influence on the selfish soul, which was aware of its many evils and was particularly afraid of death. Although he was forced to give up his attempt at revenge, he was still very chagrined.Several accomplices ordered to execute seemed to share his disappointment.Only Le Balafrey was completely indifferent to the matter.When he heard the king's acknowledgment, he left the gate at which he stood sentry, and within a few minutes fell soundly to sleep. Seeing that the king had returned to his bedroom, they all lay down in the hall and went to bed.The Chief Military Advocate was still staring at the back of the relaxed and cheerful astrologer, very much like a bulldog showing a resentful expression when he saw a large piece of meat was about to be eaten, but was forcibly snatched away by the chef.His two subordinates expressed their special feelings for each other with a few simple words. This poor and blind death-locker, Troy.Eichel said to little André, with a priestly tone of false pity, that he had lost the great opportunity to atone for some of his evil witchcraft sins by going to God through the blessed noose of St. Francis!I would have liked to have put the snug noose around his neck, to scare the demon out of his hapless body. And I, said little Andre, I also lost a rare opportunity to know how long a three-ply rope would hold a man weighing seventeen stone!It would have been a great experiment in our industry and the happy old guy would have gone to hell easily! All these persons lay round the fire, and Mathias slept on the other side.As they whispered, he squinted at them with a suspicious expression.He reached into his waistcoat first, and to his relief found that the handle of a sharp double-edged knife he carried with him was conveniently positioned for ready use.As we have pointed out, although he is now somewhat handicapped, he was a strong and powerful man with a knife.When he was sure that the trusty weapon was secure and ready for use, he drew from his breast a scroll of parchment inscribed in Greek and marked with many mystical symbols, gathered some wood in the fireplace, and lit a fire. a larger flame, so as to be able to see the faces and postures of those sitting or lying around: the Scotchman lay soundly asleep, his rough facial expression as unchanged as cast in bronze. Oliver's face was pale and restless, and he seemed to be asleep, but every now and then he would hastily open his eyes and lift his head, as if jerked awake by an inner pain, or by some distant sound. Suddenly waking up from the dream, and then there was the fierce dog-like face of the military chief, who looked like his desire was blocked, his attempt failed, and he still wanted to kill.Behind him is Troyer, with his eyes upturned as if praying.Eichel's frightfully false face, and little André's frighteningly comical face, which amused himself at bedtime by imitating his companion's gestures and twisted faces. Contrasted with these lowly and vulgar faces, the astrologer's massive figure, handsome face, and stern and haughty expression stand out.He looked quite like the three sages of the East who had fallen into a bandit's den by mistake and were begging the elves to rescue him from the cage.Indeed, if it were only the beautiful beard that fell upon the mystical parchment that distinguished his countenance, to see such a noble ornament bestowed upon a man of genius and learning, as well as of stature and eloquence, A liar who perpetrates base and deceitful eloquence, and one has every reason to deplore it. The guests who lodged in Earl Herbert's tower at Peron Castle spent the night in this way.Early the next morning, as soon as the morning light penetrated into the old Gothic bedroom, the king called Oliver in.He saw the king sitting in his pajamas.To his surprise, the king's countenance was haggard from a night of worry.He would have liked to express a little uneasiness at this, but the king's incessant talk at the outset prevented him from opening his mouth.The King introduced to him the various methods by which he had formerly sought allies at the Burgundian court, and bade him act in such a way as soon as he could go out.In this unforgettable discourse, the king showed a clear mind and a deep understanding of the motives that govern human behavior.The cunning servant was far more impressed than ever. About two hours later, Oliver obtained permission to go out from Earl Krevig to handle the important task entrusted to him by the king.King Louis seemed to have regained his confidence in the astrologer, summoned him, and had likewise a long consultation with him.The result seemed to be that he was in better spirits and more confident than before.Therefore, when he was dressed and Krevig came to greet him good morning, he was so calm that he could not but amaze the Burgundian nobleman, especially since he had heard that the Duke had been going for the last few hours. The mood was extremely restless, and the king's safety was at stake.