Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Raid

He looked, and saw that the countable became the countless, People poured out of the city gate like a tide. "Paradise Restored" The Burgundian army stationed in front of the city of Liege soon fell into deathly silence.The sound of soldiers answering commands and groping their way back to their respective camps continued for a long time, sounding like stray dogs looking for their masters.At last, weary with the fatigue of the day, the soldiers slept scattered and huddled in the lodgings they could find, while those who could not find lodgings fell on the walls, Some of them leaned under fences or other makeshift shelters and waited for dawn, some of whom never saw it again.Except for the soldiers who stood sleepily and sloppily at the quarters of the king and duke, almost everyone was fast asleep.The dangers and hopes which the morrow would bring, and even the brilliant plans which the young nobles had erected with a view to the noble reward for the vengeance of the slain bishop, all faded from their minds in the sleep of fatigue. no trace.But Quentin.This is not the case for Dawilt, because only he has the information on how to identify Delamak on the battlefield.When he thought that it was she who gave him this information, and that she gave it to him also symbolized a good omen, in short, when he thought that the god of fate had indeed brought him to face a dangerous and unpredictable critical moment in his life, But after all, it also left him with a chance to win. All these thoughts naturally made him sleepless, only feeling nervous and not tired at all.

By secret decree of the king, he was sent to stand guard on the nearest French position to the city, which penetrated to the right rear of the suburb which we have mentioned.He opened his eyes keenly, as if he wanted his gaze to penetrate the thick city wall in front of him; he also opened his ears excitedly, as if he wanted to catch any small sounds of movement in the city.However, the big clocks in the city announced three o'clock in the morning one after another, but everything was still as silent as a tomb. Finally, Quentin wondered if the attack might be postponed until dawn.He thought with pleasure that the light was so bright that he could just make out the bastard to the left of the lily of Orleans.But just then he thought he heard a humming in the city, as if a swarm of disturbed bees were gathering to defend their hive.He listened to the sound going on, but could not identify it as any definite and specific sound, so that it could be taken either as the wind rustling in the woods in the distance, or as the swollen stream after the rain pouring into the slow Maes. The sound of the river was noisier than usual.Because of these considerations, Quentin did not immediately call the police, as a false alarm would be a grave sin.

At this moment, the noise was getting louder and louder, and it seemed to be coming to himself and to the suburb at the same time.He considered it his duty to retreat as quietly as possible, and to wake up at once the commander of the Scottish marksman contingent in charge of supporting him, that is, his uncle.The shooters stood up as quietly as possible and got ready.In an instant the Duke of Crawford was ahead of them, leading them.He hastily sent an archer to report to the King and his headquarters, and at the same time withdrew his little party to a place behind the fire which they had made, so that the light would not reveal them.The surging voice seemed to stop suddenly as it got closer to them.But they could still clearly hear the heavy footsteps of a large group of people heading towards the suburbs in the distance.

Those Burgundy slackers are sleeping on guard, Crawford said softly, Cunningham, you run and wake those stupid cows. You'd better walk behind these people, Dawilt said, because from the footsteps I heard, there was a large force between us and the suburb. Quentin, my good boy, you are quite right, preached Crawford, you are a good warrior wise beyond his years.These people stop to let others rush forward.I really want to know where they are. My lord, I want to sneak ahead, said Quentin, and try to get you some information. All right, my good lad.You have quick eyes and ears, and a good heart.But you have to be careful. I don't want you to die so easily.

Quentin, armed with a charged musket, crossed the area which he had scouted carefully at dusk yesterday, and advanced quietly.He felt not only that a great number of men were assembled in the vicinity between the king's stronghold and the suburb, but that there was a smaller vanguard in the immediate vicinity of him.They seemed to be whispering to each other, not knowing what to do next.At last two or three skirmishers came within two spears of him.Seeing that he could not walk back quietly without being noticed, Quentin called out: Quivive? (Note: French: password!) The answer is viveLi︱Li︱ege︱cest︱adire (Note: French: Long live Liege!) The speaker immediately changed his words and said yes, Vivela France! (Note: French: Viva France!) Quentin fired immediately.Only one person groaned and fell down.In an instant, many guns fired blindly from the opponent's queue, indicating that their number was very large.Under the sound of gunfire, Quentin hurriedly withdrew his troops.

Good job, boy!Crawford said, Men, let's go into the yard. They're too many, and it's not good for us to fight them in the field. So they went into the gardens of that villa, and found it in order, and the king was about to mount his horse. Where is His Majesty going?Crawford asked, wouldn't you be safest with your own kind? No, said Louis, I must go to the duke at once.At this critical moment, he must be convinced of my sincerity, otherwise we will be flanked by the Lieges and the Burgundians.He jumped on his horse, and there ordered Crawford to command the Scottish Guards and other guardsmen to guard the villa and its paddocks.He also ordered them to drag up the two guns and the two field guns which remained about half a mile behind, and ordered them to hold their posts and not to move forward no matter how successful they were.Having given these orders, he led a small company of guards on horseback to the duke's headquarters.

It was evident that it would take some time to bring these arrangements into effect, and the time which was procured was entirely due to Quentin, who happened to kill the owner of the villa.At that time, he was acting as a guide leading the army to attack the villa.Had they attacked at once without being hindered, they might have hoped for success. Darwilt received the king's order and escorted him to the Duke's stronghold.He found the Duke in a fit of rage that almost prevented him from performing his most urgent function of command.The reason is that in addition to fierce hand-to-hand combat against the left flank of the entire Burgundian army in the suburbs, and a continuous attack on King Louis' stronghold on the center line, the Lieges also had another Liege army with a larger number The burgundy team also came out from a farther gap in the city wall, and launched an attack on the right flank of the Burgundian army along the small streets, alleys, vineyards and narrow roads that only they knew.The Burgundian soldiers were surprised to hear Long live France!And long live the Holy Banner of Dennis!The cries of Liege and the Red Boar were mixed with the cries of Liege and the Red Boar. They mistakenly thought that the French Allied forces had defected, and they just accepted the battle casually.After hearing the news, the Duke spit out his mouth, cursed King Louis and his subordinates loudly, and called on people to shoot at the French with bows and cannons, whether it was black or white. This refers to the white sleeves that Louis' soldiers used as a sign .

The arrival of King Louis, with only Le Balafrey and Quentin and a dozen guards, quickly restored the trust between France and Burgundy.Dan Burcourt, Krevig, and some of the other generals of Burgundy, who were of great renown in the field at that time, threw themselves into battle with zeal.Some ran to bring in distant units that were not affected by the false alarm, while others fought the enemy desperately, restoring the morale and discipline inherent in the soldiers.The Duke yelled like an ordinary soldier and charged forward, which gradually restored their troops to the battle formation.Then they used cannon to frighten off the attacking enemy.As for Louis, then the king's performance does show that he is a wise commander who can command well.He neither took risks lightly, nor feared and evaded danger, but showed such extraordinary composure and wisdom that the Burgundian generals were willing to obey his orders.

The battlefield presents an extremely terrifying and thrilling scene at this moment.The left side of the suburb, after a fierce battle, was in flames, but the terrible raging fire did not prevent the two sides from continuing to fight over the burning ruins of the houses.Although the French army on the center line was threatened by superior forces that surpassed their own, they kept a continuous and intensive firepower against the opponent, so that the small villa was reddened by the flash of guns, like a martyr with a hood over his head. Glowing crown.As for the battlefield on the left, since the city continued to send reinforcements and the Burgundian army continued to send reinforcements from the rear, the two sides had been engaged in a tug-of-war.The battle lasted and raged for three life-and-death hours, and finally came the dawn that the besiegers had so desperately hoped for.By this time the enemy seemed to have relaxed their pressure on the right flank and center line, and several cannon shots were heard from the villa.

Come on, said the king to Le Barafrey and Quentin, when they heard the cannon, and they brought up the cannon and the field guns.Thanks to Our Lady, our villa is out of danger!Go and tell Dunoy, except those who stay behind to defend the villa, let all the troops approach the city wall of Liege, adjust it to the direction of artillery, and insert it between the stupid people of Liege entrenched on the right flank and the city wall, so as to cut off the enemy from the city. Come out with reinforcements. Uncle and nephew hurried to see Dunova and Crawford.They were getting tired of fighting defensive battles and were naturally happy to do as they were told.At the head of a mighty force of about two hundred French nobles, with retinues and most of the Scots archers, they stepped across the field on the bodies of the wounded and outflanked the mass which was attacking the right flank of the Burgundian army. Flank of the Lieges.By this time it was growing daylight, and it was observed that the enemy continued to pour out of the city, in order to maintain the fighting there, or to remove to safety those already engaged in it.

God, said old Crawford to Dunois, if I hadn't been sure you were riding beside me, I'd have said I saw you among those brigands and townspeople, with your scepter Command 'em, though, if that's you, you're a little bigger than usual.Are you sure that chief in armor over there is not your ghost, or, as these Flanders say, your substitute? my ghost!said Dunois, I really don't understand what you're talking about.But there is indeed a villain with my arms on his armor, and I must punish the brazen fellow immediately. My lord, in the name of all noble things, I beg you to leave this matter to me!Quentin said. Young man, is it up to you?That's not too much to ask, Dunois said.However, these things cannot be replaced by others.With that, he turned around in the saddle, and shouted to those around him: French nobles, get in formation and take up your spears.Let us use the light of the rising sun to charge against the team of Liège and Ardennes wild boars who pretend to be domineering with our family's ancient coat of arms! The warriors all responded loudly: "Follow Dunova!"Keep up with Dunova!Long live the brave Dunois!May the ancestors of Orleans give us aid!Then they clustered around their leader and rushed forward bravely.The enemies they encountered showed no timidity.The large party they attacked consisted entirely of infantry, with the exception of some mounted officers.The people in the front put the wooden handles of the spears against the feet, the first row kneeled, the second row squatted, while the people behind crossed their heads to resist the rushing enemy like a hedgehog against the enemy. .Few people can break through this iron wall.But Dunois is one of those few.He gave the horse a sharp stab, and it leaped twelve feet into the center of the square.He immediately rushed to the guy he hated.He was amazed to see Quentin at his side, fighting by his side for the reckless courage, the determination to fight to the death, and the vigor of youth that have made this young man known (and quite rightly) Dunois was neck and neck with the best knights in Europe. Their spears were quickly snapped off.But those German spearmen could not resist the slashing of their long-handled swords, while the armored horses and their riders were safe from the opponent's spears.Dunova and Davelt were trying to get ahead of the commanding man who stole Dunova's coat of arms, but the knight suddenly saw a wild boar's head and tusks appearing in another place.The coat of arms commonly used by Dramak, so he shouted to Quentin: You are entitled to avenge the stolen coat of arms of Orleans!I leave this up to you.Le Balafrey, you cooperate with your nephew, but I will not let anyone interfere with my Dunois game of boar hunting! For this division of labor, Quentin.Darwilt naturally readily agreed, and the two immediately pursued their respective goals.Some samurai who could keep up with them followed behind to help them play rear guard. The corps which Delamarch had intended to advance to support, being held back by the attack of Dunois himself, had lost the advantage which he had gained by night.On the contrary, the Burgundian army began to show the qualities of well-trained and well-trained by daylight.Cohorts of Liegenes had been forced to retreat, and at last were even forced to flee, and met other Liegenes who were engaged in confrontation with the French warriors, making the whole battlefield chaotic.The fighting, the fleeing, and the pursuing rushed in one tide against the walls, and retreated back through the great undefended gap through which they had rushed out. Quentin made a superhuman effort to catch up to his special goal.He saw him lead the way with the heroic support of a well-chosen team of German spearmen, still trying to restore morale and salvage the defeat.Le Balafrey and several of his comrades followed Quentin, admiring the extraordinary bravery of such a young warrior.When he rushed to the edge of the gap in the city wall, it was only then that Delamark stood still temporarily and repelled the few pursuers who rushed forward.He wields an iron rod in his hand, making it impossible to approach.He was covered in blood, barely recognizable the armor sigil that had enraged Dunois. Quentin had no difficulty in confronting him alone, because the condescending position he occupied, coupled with the iron rod he waved, made many besiegers want to avoid the place where the outlaws were defending, and find a safer place. breakthrough.For Quentin, however, the importance of defeating this formidable adversary was all too clear.He dismounted at the bottom of the gap, and having let go in confusion the fine horse that the Duke of Orléans had given him, climbed up a ruined wall to challenge the boar of Ardennes alone.The wild boar seemed to see his intention clearly, so he raised his iron staff to fight.They were about to confront each other when they heard a terrible cry, which expressed both the joy of victory on the one side and the turmoil and despair of the other, for it showed that the besiegers had broken through from another point and had outflanked the gap. rear of the person.Hearing this frightening sound, Delamach at once with his majestic cry and the sound of the horn gathered around him the desperadoes who had shared his life and death, and prepared to retreat to the first place after abandoning this gap. the city, and from there retreated to the other side of the Maes.Delamach's cronies formed a solid lineup.These are people who have never spared another's life before, and are determined not to ask for it now.In this desperate time, they are determined to keep their lineup.The front line of the team stretched across the entire street, retreating slowly.When retreating, they continued to block the pursuers, and heads fell from time to time.Some of them, as a surefire measure, simply broke into the homes of citizens and robbed them wantonly.He might have escaped, therefore, had it not been for the dogged pursuit of Quentin and his uncle and his comrades, had Delamach been able by his disguise to deceive the other warriors who swore to obtain his head for honor and riches.Unfortunately, every time the German spearmen stopped, they had to fight the Scottish archers in a fierce battle, and Quentin kept his eyes on Delamach at every encounter.Delamach's current purpose was to escape, and it seemed that he had been avoiding the young Scot's attempts to fight him alone.There was chaos everywhere.The screams and cries of women and terrified townspeople who are being ravaged by soldiers are horrific amidst the battle cry, as grief and despair in a contest with madness and brutality to see whose voice is the loudest, spread the furthest. In his struggle to escape from this infernal battlefield, Delamach happened to pass the door of a very holy chapel.Then suddenly he heard France!France!Burgundy!Burgundy!He knew that some of the besiegers had come from the other side of the narrow street and cut off his retreat.Conrad, he said, you take all the brothers and rush at those guys hard, see if you can break through anyway, I'm finished anyway.Being cornered, I thought I was brave enough to send some Scotch bums to hell before I did. The lieutenant immediately obeyed, and led the few surviving spearmen, rushed to the other side of the street, met the rushing Burgundians, and tried to fight a bloody path in order to escape death.About half a dozen of Delamach's most loyal men remained, determined to live and die with their master against the Scotch archers who were not much outnumbered.Wild boar, wild boar, ooh!The fierce and fearless leader waved his iron rod and shouted, "Gentlemen of Scotland, who among you wants to win the crown, who dares to compete with me Ardennes boar?"I see you young man would love to give it a try, but you'll have to win to be crowned. Quentin hadn't heard much of what he said, partly because the helmet muffled the words.Yet the course of action he was about to take was unmistakable.He only had time to tell his uncle and his gentleman friends to get out of the way, when Delamach leaped like a tiger and came towards him with his iron staff raised.He used his hands and feet at the same time to make full use of the momentum of the downward jump to make the blow more powerful.However, Quentin, who was quick-sighted and quick-handed, dodged to the side, making this fatal shot fall to nothing. The two fought like a wolf and a wolfhound; the respective partners stood aside, as Le Balafrey demanded that the duel should be played fairly.He added: "Even if he was a tough guy like Wallace, I would dare my nephew to fight him. The experienced warrior's confidence in his nephew was not without foundation.For though the iron staff of the desperate bandit was as hard as a hammer on an anvil, yet the swiftness of the young archer and the mastery of the sword enabled him both to evade his blows and to use it quietly. The silent but deadlier sword returned frequent and effective blows to the opponent; the opponent, though mighty as an ox, was beginning to tire and struggle.At this time, the place where he was standing had become a pool of blood.Nevertheless, the Ardennes Boar's courage and anger remained undiminished, and he continued to fight tenaciously with the same momentum at the beginning.Quentin's victory is quite worrying, and it seems that it is not yet imminent.At this time, a woman behind him suddenly called his name and shouted: For the sake of the Holy Mother, help!Help! He turned his head and looked, and at a glance it was Gertrude.Bavilon.Her clothes had been torn so that her chest was exposed, and a French soldier dragged her forward.It turned out that the stragglers who broke into the nearby church robbed the terrified women who had taken refuge in the church as their spoils. Pause for a moment.Quentin shouted to Delamach, and leaped in front of her, trying to save his former benefactor from a very dangerous situation. No excuses.said Delamach, waving his iron rod, ready to retreat, evidently glad to rid himself of such a formidable foe. Excuse me, but you must do me a favor, said Le Balafrey, I would not like to leave my nephew alone.After saying that, he swung his sword and slashed at Delamak. Quentin, who runs to rescue Gertrude, soon discovers that this task cannot be accomplished all at once.The soldier who had kidnapped her, backed by his accomplices, refused to give up his prize.Dawilt, with the help of a fellow countryman or two, did his best to force him into submission.All the while he had to watch helplessly as the chance for his happiness slipped away from him.When Gertrude was finally free, it was just the two of them standing in the street, with no one around.He completely forgot the helplessness of his companion, and was trying to run after the Ardennes boar like a hound on a deer, when the girl stopped him and cried: "For your mother's sake, don't take me!" Throw it here alone!You are a gentleman, please escort me back to my father.He covered you and Miss Isabel too!For her sake don't leave me alone! Her call was tear-jerking and hard to turn down.Quentin had to take the pain of an unspeakable farewell, give up the good hope that had inspired him to fight all day and was close to success, and escorted Gertrude to Barbados like an elf reluctantly obeying an irresistible spell. Vion's house.He came at the right time. The chairman of the guild and his family were being ravaged by rebels, so they were promptly protected by Quentin. At this time King Louis and the Duke of Burgundy had entered the city on horseback through a gap in the city wall.Both of them were in full armor.The Duke was covered in blood from the plume on his head to the spurs on his feet.He spurred his horse vigorously up the gap in the wall, and King Louis climbed up the gap in the wall with the majesty of leading a procession.As soon as the two kings entered the city, they gave orders to stop the plunder that had spread, and to gather the scattered ranks.Then they went to the cathedral in person, protected the dignitaries who had taken refuge there, and held some kind of war council after solemn mass. The Grand Duke Crawford, like other officers of his rank, was busy gathering scattered troops.At the corner of a street that leads to the Maès, he came across Le Baraffrey walking leisurely towards the river, carrying a bloody bird as nonchalantly as a hunter carries a dead bird. head. What's the matter, Ludvik?His captain asked, what are you doing with that dead head? This is a job that my nephew has outlined and is nearing completion.I'll put the last little things in order, said LeBalaffrey, and the guy I got rid of was a good guy.When he begged me to throw his head into the Maes River and Hell took hold of him, that's what happens; but Hell will make us all dance for joy sooner or later. Are you going to throw that head into the River Maes?Crawford said after carefully examining the terrifying dead head. Yes, I'm planning to do that, Ludvik.Leslie said, If you refuse a dying man's request, his ghost will haunt you, and I hope to sleep peacefully at night. Dude, you should try your luck on the dead man, said Crawford, and in good conscience the head is more famous than you thought.Come with me, don't be too wordy, come with me. That being the case, said Le Balafrey, I must say that I have not made a wish to him.In fact, I chopped off his head long before he finished muttering.Since he is alive I am not afraid of him, and by Saint-Martin of Tours, I am even less afraid of him when he is dead.Besides, a lovely priest at St. Martin's, my boy, would give me a pitcher of holy water to wash away any sin I might have. When the Catholic cathedral in Liege finished the solemn mass, the city that had experienced wars also restored order to a certain extent. Louis and Charles attended the meeting of the nobles to reward their meritorious deeds and began to listen to their respective reports.The first thing they heard was the claim made to the count of Croyet and its beautiful mistress.To the great disappointment of many claimants, however, while they thought they were sure of this noble prize, the evidence they each presented seemed suspicious and puzzling.Crevig showed a piece of wild boar skin that Delamach usually wore, and Dunois produced a broken shield with his arms engraved on it.Others gave similar proofs that they had done a great deal to get rid of the bishop's murderer, because the huge reward for Deramach's head made many people who resembled the murderer all successful. sacrificed. Seeing the quarrels of his competitors, Charles could not help but secretly regret that he should not have made that rash promise, which made the marriage and property of a beautiful lady who was his vassal the object of gambling.But he still hopes to find a way to avoid and deal with the conflicting reward requests of the creditors.Just then Crawford hurried, dragging LeBalafrey into the midst of the crowd.The shy and embarrassed veteran followed him reluctantly like a leashed hound.The old captain said loudly: You wild boar hooves, wild boar skins and colorful iron pieces stand aside!Only those who have slaughtered wild boars can get the tusks of wild boars! After that, he threw the bloody head on the ground.It was easily recognized as Delamach's head, for anyone who had seen him could immediately recognize the distinctive shape of his mouth, which was indeed rather like that of a boar. (Original Note: I have already noted the timing of the crimes committed by this brutal nobleman. There is no need to point out that if he really killed the Bishop of Liège in 1482, it is impossible for the Count de la Mark Killed in the defense of Liege four years ago. Actually the man who is commonly called the Ardennes Boar was of noble birth, the third son of John the First. John the First was de la Ancestor of Mark and Count of Arenburg, and of a family called Lord Lumen. He did not escape punishment for his atrocities, but neither when nor in the manner stated in the book. In fact Maximilian, Emperor of Austria Lun executed him in 1485, three years after the bishop of Liege, after Utricht had arrested him.) Crawford, said Louis, seeing Charles sitting silently in wonder and gloom, I think, I have won a reward for a faithful Scotch guard? Your Majesty, it is Ludwijk, whom we call Le Balafrey.Leslie.Said the old general. Is he an aristocrat?asked the duke, was he of noble birth?Otherwise, my promise will not be valid. He's a rough looking creature, of course, said Crawford, looking at the tall, clumsy and embarrassed Scotch archer, but I can assure you that, despite all that, he belongs to the noble family of Rhodes in his genealogy. Comparable to any family in France and Burgundy.For the legend sings of its ancestors: Between Leslie and Moore, He killed the giant knight and threw him by the roadside. (Original note: This is an old ballad. It was used by the Leslie family to show that they were descended from an ancient knight who killed a Hungarian giant. The knight took the name of the place where he defeated a powerful enemy. to make up your own name.) That's the way to go, said the Duke, the most beautiful and richest heiress in Burgundy must marry such a rude mercenary, or die of old age in a convent, and besides, she is my faithful Reynolds.De.Chroyer's only orphan really blames me for being so hasty. The nobles there were amazed to see the cloud of gloom hanging over his brow, for, once he had made his decision, they seldom saw him express any regret at the inevitable consequences of that decision. Please wait a moment, Duke Crawford said, things may not be as bad as His Highness thought.The knight has something to say, listen to what he has to say, man, you can speak boldly.He whispered another word to Le Balafrey. The rugged warrior, who had been accustomed to express himself clearly in the presence of King Louis with the casual manner, felt himself unable to express his resolution in the presence of such pompous dignitaries.He turned around to face the two kings, and before speaking, he gave a gruff laugh, twisted his face ugly twice, and in the end he could only say Sanders.After these words, Sublegio was speechless, not knowing how to continue. Please Your Majesty and Your Highness, Crawford said, let me say a few words on behalf of my compatriot and old comrade-in-arms.What I want to tell the two kings is that a fortune teller in his hometown prophesied to him that his family would prosper through marriage.But he, too, like me, was getting older and dying, preferring taverns more than women's boudoirs.In short, the tastes and hobbies of the barracks were somewhat ingrained.All this would make his personal dignity a burden to him.So he followed my suggestion and arranged for him to kill William.The rights acquired by dramach were given to those who had effectively kept the boar on hold.This man is his nephew. I can vouch for the young man's ability and prudence, King Louis said with joy, seeing that fortune had bestowed such a rich reward on a young man over whom he had some influence, if it had not been for his prudence And alert, we are all screwed and it was he who warned us of the night attack. So, said Charles, it occurred to me that I had to give him some compensation for having doubted his honesty. I can also testify to his heroism as a samurai.Dunova said. However, Krevig interjected that although the uncle was a Scottish nobleman, it did not mean that the nephew must be a nobleman. He was of the Darwilt family, Crawford said, of Alan Alan, Prime Minister of Scotland.Dawilt's descendants. If it's Darwilt's descendant, Krevig said, there's not much to say.The god of fate is obviously favoring him, and I can no longer argue with the god's preferences.However, it was strange that these Scotsmen, from the Grand Duke to the groom, huddled together in such a way. Plateau people, shoulder to shoulder!replied Crawford, laughing at the haughty Burgundian's annoyance. I shall have to ask, said Charles thoughtfully, whether the fair lady has any affection for the lucky adventurer. By God!"I have every reason to believe," said Krevig, that Your Highness will find it easier than ever for her to submit to your authority. Then again, why should I be jealous of this young man's promotion?After all, it is his own insight, strength and bravery that have brought him wealth, status and beauty! I have submitted the novel for printing.The ending, I think, represents a commendable tendency to encourage the brave fair-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged boys of my native Scotland to travel far and wide to serve as adventurous knights in turbulent times.But a friend who loves to give me advice, and is undoubtedly a person who likes to eat sugar lumps at the bottom of the teacup and taste the strong aroma of black tea when drinking tea, gave me serious advice and insisted that I describe the character in detail. Lan︱The wedding of the young heir of Hulajin and the lovely Countess of Flanders, tells what tourney was held on such an interesting occasion, and how many spears were broken, and tells the curious reader Introduction, how many strong young men have inherited Quentin.Darwin's bravery, how many beautiful girls have reproduced Isabel.De.The beauty of Croix.I replied in passing that times had changed and extravagant weddings were out.In the era that I can still vaguely remember, not only fifteen friends of the bride and groom would be invited to the wedding, but also, as the old Shui said, the specially invited bard would shake his head all night long.The guests were all drinking milk rum in the new house.Stockings are thrown, and everyone competes for the bride's garter before the happy couple united by the god of marriage.Contemporary writers admirably detail the fashions and customs of weddings.They never let go of any shy blush from the bride, nor any joyful glance from the groom.They also did not let go of the diamonds in the bride's hair and a button on the embroidered waistcoat, and even, as in "Asteria" (Note: Astoria is the goddess of purity and justice.) In that way, describe how the bride and groom go to bed.All this with our brides today who are shy and sweet!How out of proportion to that demure character!要知道，她們不但迴避闊氣和熱鬧的場面，以及別人的讚美和誇獎，而且像老實的申斯通（註：一七一四︱一七六三，英國詩人。）那樣，去旅館尋找不受打擾的自由！ 要詳細描述十五世紀人們那種常見的慶祝婚禮的熱鬧場面，一定會使得這些女士們十分厭惡。伊莎貝爾．De.克羅伊埃在她們眼裡就會顯得還不如一個擠牛奶、幹最卑微工作的侍女，因為，只要她的鞋匠未婚夫敢於提出，要像巴黎旅舍的招牌上所寫的那樣去ｆａｉｒｅｄｅｓｎｏｃｅｓ（註：法語，結婚之意。），而不是坐在驛車頂上微服出遊地去德特福或格林威治度蜜月，那麼即使來到教堂的門廊底下，她也會把婚事一筆勾銷。因此，我將不在這上面多費筆墨，而將像阿里奧斯多（註：一四七四︱一五三三，義大利詩人。）描寫安吉莉卡的婚禮那樣，也對我的主人公的婚禮不事渲染，而讓那些好事者按他們各自的想像去補充更多的細節。 優秀的民間歌手將會吟頌， 布拉克蒙城堡按隆重的封建禮節， 敞開其哥德式大門， 慶祝繼承城堡的可愛小姐， 將其動人的美麗和伯爵采邑 贈與那飄泊異鄉的蘇格蘭人。 (End of the book)