Meantime Reinold was to Montalban as as he
could. He was to save his brothers, and that delay
would be fatal. Arrived at home, he to the stables, where
Bayard with to see him. After a of
food hastily, he his and started for Paris, as
swiftly as if his had had wings.
He in a thick near the town, dismounted, and while his
horse him, himself at the of a great
tree, and to what would be his best plan of operation.
Overmastered by fatigue, he presently asleep, and that a
necromancer was his horse. When he he looked about him
anxiously, and called "Bayard," but in vain. He called louder and
louder. No answer was returned. He looked for marks of his
horse's feet, but none.
At the of the wood, he met a pilgrim, who spoke to him humbly.
After some conversation, the pushed his hood, and looked
at Reinold with a smile, and the man his cousin
Malagis. The then promised to the and
Bayard safe and sound. He took some yellow out of a box, and
sprinkled it over himself and Reinold, at the same time his
Abracadabra, and in a moment they were into the of
crippled beggars. Together they into Paris.
A of richly-dressed and ladies were the bridge
over the Seine, which at that time the island-city with the
mainland. The was there also, and him was the famous
hero Roland, to he had promised the Bayard, if he would
fight and the sons of Haymon. The was by several
grooms. All at once it stopped short, whinnied, the out of
the grooms' hands, and up to the two beggars, who were watching
the procession.
"Bayard is constituted," Count Roland; "the seems
actually to like than knights."
"Bayard! Is this Bayard?" asked one of the beggars. "Oh, noble
gentleman, if this be Bayard, pray permit my to him.
A man told us that if he did so, he would at once be cured, and,
as you see, he is a lamester."
"Well, Cousin Roland," said the emperor, "help the up, that
we may see a for once in our lives. I only it _will_ be a
miracle, and that the wretch's arms and may not be
broken."
Roland to his servants, who with much the
ragged into the saddle. They had to do it three times before
he was safely settled. No sooner was he seated than he drew
himself up proudly, touched Bayard with the of one of his wooden
shoes, and away so fast that no one overtake him.
Malagis to be much his should meet
with some from the horse.
At midnight, a little man might have been along the
streets of Paris, in a coat. He continually
murmuring, "Ista, sista, pista, abracadabra!" And dark clouds rose and
covered the sky, making the moon and dim. He at last reached
a tall, gloomy-looking house, which a was set; but the
watchmen had their and asleep at his approach. The
strong doors opened when he touched them with the point of his
staff. He entered, and to an dungeon, where
three men were to the wall. He some words,
and the from off them.
"Rise, brothers," he said; "your Malagis is here. He has come to
save you."
So they rose and him.
Before Paris, the to the sleeping emperor, and
asked him for the of his and sword. Karl gave
them to him.
The emperor's next may be more than
described, when he of the events that had taken place the
night. He more than to have his on the sons of
Haymon; but not see how to his desire.
Cunning Ganelon then said that he was sure that Iwo had his price, and
might be to sell the to the emperor. Karl the
plan, and Iwo to his side, on paying him a ton's weight of gold.
This done, the to Montalban, and said that he
brought good news from Paris; he had the to let
bygones be bygones, and all would now be well if the four brothers
would only go to Falkalone unarmed, and in the of penitents, and
there forgiveness. The had promised, Iwo said, to grant
them a full pardon, and to them to their dignities.
When the were about to start for Falkalone, Clarissa entreated
them to the message were a one, adding that she
knew her father would sell his own child for gold. Reinold told
her she was an daughter, and her her peace. He then
rode on; but Adelhart for a moment, and four
swords, which his sister-in-law him, under the skirts of his
penitent's robe.
As the were on their up the and narrow path
that to Falkalone, they were set upon by an of warriors.
Adelhart the with which Clarissa had provided him, and
they themselves so well, that the count of Chalons, of
losing more men, to a the place where the
brothers had taken their stand, and them out.
The four men sat to rest. They looked all to
see help would not come. The day was over, and evening
coming on apace, when all at once they saw a well-known banner on the
opposite hill. It was by a who was towards
them, by a small of men. Reinold immediately
recognised his Bayard, and his the necromancer.
The at once in the plain below. Before it had long,
Bayard had of its master; with a loud of pleasure
the through the enemy's ranks and up to
Reinold. Malagis dismounted, his the reins, and at the
same time him his Flammberg, which Clarissa had sent.
Reinold himself into the saddle, and to the place of
combat, by his brothers, who had in the meantime some
of the that were from the field. The brothers
gained a victory, and the count of Chalons only succeeded in
saving the of his by under of the
darkness.
"Who told the magician? Who is the traitor?" the emperor, when he
heard what had happened.
After many had been hazarded, every one came to the
conclusion that none other than Iwo had the true of
matters to Malagis, and one of the added that the of
Tarasconia had taken in the of Beaurepart. Upon which
the said grimly, that the of the should
not protect him from his vengeance, and Roland
to Iwo, and see him hanged.
When Reinold returned to Montalban, it was his to
punish his father-in-law's with death; but Clarissa's
entreaties prevailed, and he promised to him. It was for of
his that Iwo had taken in the monastery. He never
thought of the against him. Reinold did not his
satisfaction when he learnt that Karl had sent to take Iwo out of the
monastery, that he might him at Monfaucon. But Clarissa was much
troubled in when her husband told her the news.
"Ah, my baby," she said, over her child, "perhaps you will grow
up to be a hero like your father, and then people will point at you and
say, ‘Yes, he is very brave, and a true hero; but still, he is the
grandson of a man who died on the gallows,' and then you will creep
away from the of men, and try to your in the
wilderness."
Reinold sat for some minutes in silence; then to
his feet, he his wife, and said:
"You are as wise and good as one of God's angels. The shall be
saved."
He to the stable, his horse, and away to the
forest of Monfaucon. There he Iwo at the with
the his neck. Reinold one of the executioners,
cut the Iwo's neck, exclaiming, "Be off, you rascal, lest
you be after all," and then the other executioner, who
would have the of Tarasconia. Count Roland now came
to the rescue, but was soon to measure his length upon the
ground, and Reinold away, saying, "It was your horse's fault, good
cousin, not yours."
Several of the paladins, who had the the
heroes, to make about what had occurred. Roland
had been before, once or twice by Oliver, and he
took the to heart. He away in silence; not to
Paris, but in the direction of Montalban, that he might vengeance
for his overthrow.
As he was through a wood, he met a man with a crossbow, who was
shooting a deer, and at once him to be Richard, Reinold's
brother. He took him prisoner, and in of Richard's remonstrances,
and his of their relationship, took him to Paris, and
delivered him to the emperor. Karl was at the lucky chance,
at once Richard to be at Monfaucon, and asked which of
his paladins would the of the carried
out. They all refused, saying that was not a death for a
knight to die. At length Rype, a new-made knight, offered his services
to the emperor. A who was present at the discussion,
begged that might be until he had had time to pray
for the of the at St. Denys.
But of going to St. Denys, the man to Montalban, and
told Reinold all that had happened, him make if he would
arrive at Monfaucon in time to save Richards life. Having said this,
Malagis-for the was none other than he-went to the to
ask for some food, for he was and after his long and
arduous on foot.
Reinold, Adelhart, Wichart, and their men soon the at
Monfaucon. There was no one there, so they themselves out on
the and asleep. When Rype came with his prisoner, they were
still asleep; but Bayard, them, his master with a kick.
In another moment the had upon the troops,
whom they soon put to flight. They then set Richard free, and Rype
with the same rope he had for his prisoner.
The emperor, that all his to his son's
death had been in vain, on a new plan of action. He called
out a large army, and to to Montalban.
The was invested. The on making an
occasional on the enemy without the walls, for the purpose of
getting provisions, etc. Much blood was on either side, but
nothing took place. The on for years, and neither
party gave way. At length the of Montalban to the
want of provisions, and Reinold up his mind to a step.
He through the besiegers' and off a number of
provision wagons. Malagis had such action possible by slipping
out of the and some of his sleeping
powder over part of the camp. As he was about to another pinch,
he was by the collar, and, looking round, saw that it was strong
Olivier, one of the twelve paladins, who was him away. The
rough attack had the out of the necromancer's hand, and
it had on the ground. Instead of his hand on his sword,
the little man of the of he had hidden
within his garment, and a pinch into Olivier's face. The hero
sneezed and sneezed, and still he sneezed; but the more he
sneezed, the he his prisoner, he at length
dragged into the emperor's presence.
"A-chew! your Highness!" he said and sneezed; "I bring
you-a-chew!-the wicked-a-chew!-necromancer-a-chew!-do with
him-a-chew!-as you will." Here such an of came upon
poor Olivier that he say no more.
The thanked and the paladin, and ordered that the
magician should be bound, and to Monfaucon, where he was to be
hanged.
"Sire," Malagis, "pray let me live this one more night, and
let me have a good supper, for I have not food for the last four
and twenty hours."
Meanwhile the paladins and many other had entered the royal
tent. They one and all joined their to those of the poor
little man. Seeing that the to yield, Malagis
said in a and tone,-
[Illustration: MALAGIS CARRIES THE SLEEPING EMPEROR TO MONTALBAN.]
"Your Majesty, I on my that I will not go away from here
without your own consent, will I go unless you me company."
Karl then promised to let him have the twenty-four hours' grace, and
several of the offered their services as guards.
The sat to supper, and their whole attention to the
good food and that were set them, while Malagis, up
in a close at hand, appeared to do the same. When supper was
over, the was taken to the place that was to him as
prison, and the knights, who had to keep watch and
ward, took up their places for the night.
At midnight Malagis had to his knowledge of the black art. He
made a magic sleep upon the camp, and all its bounds,
save and himself. Then, softly, he his way to the
emperor's bedside, and a of some into
Karl's mouth, which his sleep for twelve good hours.
After which he him up, and him pickaback to the castle.
The great gate was open at the of his well-known voice, and
great was the of Reinold when he saw what he
carried on his shoulders.
"Here is the of peace," said Malagis. "It has cost me much hard
work to it here. See that my fruit."
The was to the best guest-room the contained,
and the Lady Clarissa did all that in her power for the of
the great man.
Karl did not till noon. At he he must be dreaming
when he saw Reinold, Malagis, and about him. The truth
dawned upon him gradually, and a truth it was. Hunger him
to accept the food Clarissa brought, though he would much not
have it. Reinold by every means in his power to the
emperor to give up his plans of vengeance, and make peace with him. But
his were vain. Then it to him that a proud, haughty
nature, that not be by harshness, was often by
kindness. He set Kaiser Karl at liberty, and the away from
Montalban without a word or that reconciliation.
When Reinold re-entered the castle, he his Malagis burning
boxes, bags, and all of papers. Much surprised, he asked
what he was doing, and Malagis replied:
"I am all that the art of has me. I
shall need these no more, for my services are to such a
madman as you. I am now going away into the to join the holy
penitents, there I shall with them in and ashes."
He was as good as his word, for he took his soon afterwards,
never to return.
When the to his camp, he related all his adventures.
The paladins one and all him to make peace with the heroic
brothers, but he refused, saying that his son's blood still
cried for vengeance. So the still beleaguered,
and to have the with the of
the little necromancer. The store of less every day.
Hunger the men in the face. Reinold, after much
consideration, of a way of escape, and all needful
preparations. One evening, when had to set in, he took
leave of his wife, and, by his and a small
band of men, his way and through
the enemy's lines, and set out for a in the of
Ardennes.
Next the was told what had happened, and he did what
Reinold had expected. He at once ordered the of Montalban to be
raised, and started in of the fugitives. He soon came up with
them, but they themselves so well, and took such wise measures
to their safety, that they succeeded in the stronghold
for which they were bound.
DEATH OF BAYARD AND REINOLD.
The as as in of their new place of
refuge, by the knowledge that their dear ones at Montalban
were now free; but a man may be, and disease
are under it is to out for ever.
In the time of their distress, Aya to the camp,
and her to have on her children. The emperor
refused to to her, and her go out of his presence.
But she returned again and again to the charge, and at last Karl said:
"Very well, to my offer, and let Reinold accept it if he will.
The Bayard, that Malagis up out of hell, has done me more
harm than any other creature, Reinold himself. Now I will
pardon your four sons, and their fiefs, if Reinold will give
the to me, to be killed as I think best. I give you my word as an
emperor that I will accept Bayard's life in of my son's
death."
When Aya returned to the castle, and the on which she
had had the terms of the out in full, Reinold
refused to give up his and most friend.
"Think of your wife, your children, and your brothers-the at
Monfaucon are prepared-an will be there that will
be read by generations: ‘He gave them all up to die a shameful
death for the of a animal.'"
"Mother," the hero, and up to Bayard, he his faithful
friend with a last piece of bread, and, into tears, his
arms its neck. The softly, and its
head on his shoulder.
"I cannot do it, mother, I cannot do it," Reinold. "Bayard and I
must live and die together."
"Very well, my son," she said; "but that when all my children
and are on the gallows, your mothers will
break."
"Mother," he answered, in a strange, voice, "have your will. You
have conquered, but I shall not it."
He then the treaty, and Aya returned with it to the imperial
camp.
A was assembled on the in Paris, for the news had gone
abroad that the famous Bayard was to be drowned. Kaiser Karl was there
also with his paladins.
[Illustration: BAYARD'S DEATH]
The was to the middle of the bridge, with iron weights
fastened to its feet, and at a was pushed over the
edge, and with a into the Seine. In of the weights
upon its legs, it rose to the surface, once, twice, thrice.
"That is the incarnate," the furiously. "Ha,
Count Reinold, beware, its are on you; if you are it
alive by any enchantment, it will be the for you. I will tear up
the treaty."
With a low of terror Aya her arms her son, down
his head, so that he did not see how Bayard rose a fourth time, and
then, not its master's face, sank, to no more.
The hero that all his was gone with Bayard. He thrust
his mother aside, at the emperor's the patent
entitling him to his fiefs, and his Flammberg, it
into the Seine, muttering,-
"Lie there with my Bayard, and may God to be to me, if
I a or a again."
Then he turned, and into the of the wild forest, until at
last he on the ground. There he for two days
and a night, and with misery.
After that he home to Montalban. Meeting a on the way, he
gave him his and all his money for his robes
and hat.
Lady Clarissa when she the end of the horse, for she
had loved Bayard; but she still more bitterly, when Reinold took
leave of her for ever.
"Who will teach our sons," she cried, "to be true and noble
men, if you go and them thus?"
"Our Count Roland will do so," he answered, "and you will do
your part, dear wife." He the from her eyes, and
continued: "Accept no from Kaiser Karl. Go with our children to
our own lands on the other of the mountains. The has no
power there, for the lands are your own. As for me, I am about to start
on a to the of our Lord, to see I may find
forgiveness. You will see me again."
Saying this, he himself away, and set out at once upon his long
and journey.
Reinold to the Holy Land, where he a raging
between the Christians and Infidels. He was true to his vow. He neither
mounted a horse, a sword; but still he like a hero
with an club, and helped in the taking of Jerusalem. After he
had prayed at the Holy Sepulchre, he returned to his native land; but
not to his wife and children, yet to his brothers, for he had died
to all and joys. He to Cologne, where the cathedral
was being built. There he a hard, life, and as a
labourer at the building. He did not stop the hour
of in the middle of the day, although his were only a penny
a day. This the anger of the stone-masons, so they rose
in a body, killed him, and his into the Rhine. But the river
would not keep it, the on the surface of the water, and
was to land by some souls. And now were
wrought upon those who touched his body, which that he had been
a man. The emperor, of the that had taken place,
had the and executed, and sent orders that the of
the saint should be to Aix-la-Chapelle (Aachen), or to Paris.
No sooner was the upon the which was to it, than
the vehicle moved of its own accord, and rolled on and on, no matter
how the roads, till it at Dortmund in Westphalia, where it
stopped, that being the spot the saint had as his last
resting-place. The Reinaldi-Church at Dortmund was in his honour.
The Legend the exact date of the miracle, 7th of January, 811.
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