— Where you have it, bastard of Provence? You—You took the accused and their squires broke into the house looking for the beauty of Paris.
—I do not know what you speak Arsène friend, I'm afraid you are unjustly accused. What happened?
—Kidnapped Boudelle goldsmith's daughter, four days ago and you should know where it is.
— Why should I know? Anyone could take it, you yourself would be interested. Also you should not importune friend Gauvin.
Before he could answer Arsène called fake and liar. 'I know very well that the poor devil was in the cemetery of the innocent not the Spanish sorcerer. And his majesty deceive you into thinking that you had caught the dreaded necromancer.
Arsène went to Montpellier. — Really? And how are you so sure about that, friend Montpellier?
Louis took to respond, and finally said, 'Because you have seen with my eyes, gentle Arsène. The powerful sorcerer Spanish.
— And you did it go? Then you committed treason.
Well, no one can catch him, you know it's dangerous—fought Louis.
—Sure could you catch him, you did not because you surely benefited let him go. And if the king knows, I assure you that neither you save your friendship.
—But if I betray would deny everything and say that I have envy because of your interest in the beautiful. To which I say that you must resign. Yes, you are a fool to dream of my friend Agnes, she did not even see you, for I fear that I have staked his heart last Christmas.
Those words did turn pale young gentleman, but knowing the dishonest intentions of the Earl decided to register the house itself and its surroundings.
— Arsène Knight, Knight Arsène! He called his squire holding a piece of cloth in his hands.
The gentleman took the burgundy silk and knew it was because Agnes had her scent, that scent that excited her senses and made her heart beat.
"Then he was here, but where's he hiding? Where is it? "Asked the gentleman carefully keeping Gauvin piece of silk like a love token. Then took three strides toward the house. Montpellier had to face and make him confess. Damn!
— Where is Louis, where the have hidden? —He said showing him the piece of silk.
He looked surprised.
— And is this part of the beautiful? How can you tell? Do you know his clothes? That is a shame my friend.
'I will present evidence and Louis back, and this time the sheriff will make you more questions and will not have much patience with Arsène replied his jaw.
—How You Like my friend. Come and registered, you will not find anything. I did not kidnap the beautiful this time, I did not. But I'd be happy to talk to our king lot and tell the bastard that lies in the cells is not the true sorcerer. And maybe tell you where to find him. That would not be in your plans, do not you think? Lost generous reward and favor and esteem of our sovereign, would fall from grace. Therefore I recommend you to leave me alone and renounce the beautiful snatch, because even now not in my house, in the future will live in my castle in the South and perhaps invite you to spend a few days in our company ...
'You can’t threaten felon, did you forget that I know your secret and your descendants is cursed? You helped the sorcerer into hiding in the city, you knew where you were and you did go ... Why did you? How could you return? Betrayed our king and all his people. You did go to a powerful necromancer and someday you will pay.
'One day, one day ... You can’t threaten me Mastiff king, you're just a pimp, a poor dog fighting your kind for the dispossession of the banquet. You will never be important and never, never will have to beautiful Paris for our Lord has destined me and will keep it for me, so when it comes time to make her my mistress.
A punch to the jaw came and threw him to the floor, and then another and had to stop the wrath of Arsene gentleman who longed to kill him with his hands forgetting their senior and influence.
— Caro will pay your bastard daring rascal, very expensive! Montpellier warned him while his men helped him up and departed at furious Arsène other.
The gentleman walked away without looking back, but left three of his most faithful squires guarding the place, hidden in the woods believing that Montpellier had hoped hidden Agnes and find out.
For three days they took turns to stand guard, and Arsène remained hidden in the woods hoping to find Agnes.
Until one of his most loyal knights who had been spying on the village told him that she had fled.
—Fled, then the prisoner had said Arsène here.
The gentleman nodded and spoke of his recent discovery.
Damn, we lost time in this place, we must find her before they do.Hurry, gathers horses. We return to the forest, 'said the gentleman Gauvin.
They had not considered the priory, but by mid—afternoon of that day the sky darkened and unleashed a fierce storm and seeing the monastery in the distance thought the Lord was on their side.
The wind, cold and rain made it take longer than expected but finally came to the priory of Saint Martin when night fell.
Seeing that they were knights of the king with their squires lay brothers were greatly honored and guided them to the refectory to pilgrims and travelers, allocating the best rooms and a sumptuous dinner of pork seasoned with salt, garlic and onion sauce and those rare species brought from the Last Crusade called cloves and nutmeg. And fresh rye bread and a jug of drinking of the friars.
— Upon my word that this is a feast fit for a king! Said a gentleman with brown hair and blue eyes to spice up your love Arsène taciturn.
But this too did not honor the seasoned pork, although they drank the beverage of friars distracted watching the pilgrims who were there. Penitents, rich merchants bound for a fair ...
One of the squires drank too much and started to tell stories about a nun at Caen, but Arsène kicked him to keep quiet because the fellow travelers watched them disgustedly.
We're not in a tavern so stupid hick! Arsène said quietly.
The cheerful, young and very silly squire instantly stopped laughing and looked at his master with fearful expression. What the hell had mood that day the gentle knight Gauvin. Gauvin's land was just a wasteland, with a ruined castle inhabited by rats and wretches of the way. Or so he had told another squire named Jean. Arsène why not live in the land that gave him his name and soon changed its name to Tourenne Arsène when the good king to hand over the northern lands for his service in the Crusades and have caught the sorcerer. Lucky Tourenne Count! But with a heavy heart because of the slights of beautiful Paris, the beautiful maiden Agnes. Oh, yes it was beautiful with peach skin and eyes like heaven! But all I had of him was of beautiful and prudish prude, ... Your Lord deserved a lady as beautiful, but she ignored him. Well maybe it was from these young girls dream of the convent and prayers, as the daughter of a relative who did not like the heavy knights but habits, fasting and penance.
There was the case of Caen nun named Annie, whose stories he had heard in court for years by one of those travelers minstrels, and liked to tell if he could.
"The Awful leaked convent nun, dressed lady with powdered nose and cheeks, the lady knew fine shave and a good day, a poor pilgrim wet cleverly duped, telling tales do not know what a wandering monk Virgin saw the divine in a dark forest ... I did not know what to drink and love potion in the gardens of delights enjoyed his touch burning ... '
The continuing adventures of the nun, and were becoming bolder, to the point that it became disputed by two Gentiles it was beautiful, charming, funny and hot. And although in the end he repents and returns to the convent where penance and fasting makes use sackcloth, the visit of one of the nations that makes contesting his love into temptation. And the deeds of the nun to avoid being discovered are the funniest parts of the story. The squire knew them by heart.
But that night the gentleman wanted to know anything Arsène nun Caen, although much had laughed at the frivolities of the religious, at that time was in no mood, and were in an abbey. What would the re
ligious if they listened to his squire? Agnes also occupied his thoughts, where would? What would the rogue with the helpless girl?
Thunder shook the roof of the refectory, and one of the monks who served dessert genuflected upwards.
The gentleman thought it was a terrible night and almost prayed that the young fugitive was not hidden in the forest.
Absorbed in thought he saw that one of the monks had approached and asked about the Spanish sorcerer.
— What's new gentleman of the court? Have they killed the powerful necromancer? Monk asked in a whisper.
Arsène looked surprised.
Not yet, it will be after Christmas.
—Well may his death be an example to those evil men who exercise the trickery in this world, 'said the friar.
Arsène looked carefully, his eyes bulging and head tonsured. But he was a novice by habit he wore. To that I was destined novices the heavy lifting of the abbey and his will tested by the abbot. He knew the abbot of that priory, as he enjoyed the esteem of the king to be a very pious and upright man. Each brother was watching and if he found some fault in them were punished severely. There were no serious sins in his monastery, was a model of piety, religion and discipline. "As soldiers of Christ," someone once said and he was right.
The lay brother was removed and after dinner there was a prayer, and a group of monks sang a Latin mass. Arsène stifled a yawn thinking how I wanted to end the damn thing and go Tourenne power to take possession of his castle and farm land that the king would give.
Then he thought of the threat of the Count of Montpellier, was a powerful enemy and wanted the girl as who want titles and lands and seemed capable of destroying everything in its path. But he was not afraid, he knew his secret, the horrible disease attacking the knight during the growing moon. Never heal, never could beget healthy children. His lineage was cursed. And Agnes Boudelle, does the girl had given her favors to the gentleman? He was attractive to the ladies and she had remained captive in his castle long.
Louis's words filled him with jealousy and doubt.
CHAPTER 3.
Agnes went to sleep early, comforted by the prayers but not forgetting his bitter disappointment by the evil knight Montpellier. Disappointment and frustration, when almost mad with fright to understand their lewd intentions. And she, like a fool, had fallen into the trap and almost became a sacrificial lamb. Delivering his virtue to a man who never become his wife and only offer him a life of shame and sorrow. Give birth to children would be called bastards and what had been a dream of love would become a nightmare.
But he had escaped by the time she was safe. He only hoped that no evil would dare search Saint Martin.
Silently prayed and thanked the hospitality of the brothers who gave daily food and fresh water. Although it seemed somewhat uncomfortable presence. She shuddered at the memory of that monk with crazy eyes talking about Satan and his servants and thanked not reappear in his cell accusing devil disguised maiden. What a fright you gave!
But Arsène mad abbot did know, and did not bother when it appeared the next morning to interview and observe them newcomers distance to all, and everyone looking for any sign of the devil.
A crusading knight and his retinue of guards and squires real, thought the abbot and returned to his cell with scowl.
The next day he sought to lay brother Pierre and asked how was the maid of Paris.
— Have you noticed anything unusual? Asked.
'No, sir,' said the young Abbot intrigued.
—Well See that you do not change your appearance at night. Sometimes the devil takes strange forms enigmatic said.
The brother thought the abbot reminded him that his uncle had done crazy and locked up in a farmhouse, tied up like a dog. There was a twinkle in his eye fan, and sometimes the abbot had those eyes. Always looking for the devil, seeing him everywhere. Why the devil would enter the house of the Benedictine brothers?
The abbot would have said: 'Well, to tempt brother Pierre, to bring down the road to perdition. For the devil makes chips with weak souls.
But the lay brother had not seen that weak souls in the monastery of Saint Martin. Although there were certain laziness in caring brothers and distilling the beer garden, where gluttony kneaded bread and cooked. Although he did not believe they were serious sins. Lust was more terrible sin and the Abbot feared as much as you find the devil in the priory. For it was through lust where it entered the devil, or that he had assured the monk scholar Guillaume, who spent much of the day in the scriptorium copying ancient manuscripts.
Well, should deliver breakfast and help with cleaning the rooms. The day was just beginning to lay brother.
Agnes woke up very early and asked the brother Pierre as the messenger could take to get to Paris. He seemed anxious to go home.
The brother saw the golden cavalier to sunlight and suddenly felt embarrassed and guilty. The look of the girl seemed to bewitching still safe distance. "God, help me" muttered and walked away without a word, leaving the tray on the floor.
She thought that these friars were very strange, never saw eyes and answered their questions and quickly moved away from his cell at their best.
Well, I should not complain, was safe and had plenty of fresh food and water, had to be patient, very soon return to Paris ... Although feared something happen on his return, the evil count was stalking her.
The rain continued, torrential, the roads would be impassable, the knight and his retinue Arsène decided to stay another day. Although furious with this situation because the gentleman wanted to go find Agnes or news of their squires.
'My Lord, could play craps?
There was the squire redhead who looked like a naughty boy for permission to commit mischief. Yes, he was also bored, remain locked in a monastery did not appeal at all, but in regards to hospitality should avoid games and jesting.
—Master will talk quietly squire, and that you only have to reach you at the moment. Return to Paris soon Arsène said.
And there was the squire rogue recounting stories about waking Caen nun laughs and comments.
But the presence of the abbot sinister demons hunting ended the gossip breakfast. He looked very uneasy that morning and always addressed the adjoining building. What would there? Yes possessed? He looked worried. A lay brother was with him, head down.
Arsène duo followed the religious with the look, intrigued.
Outside, a retinue of knights asked the beautiful Agnes de Paris.
The monk looked at them in disgust while another warned the abbot.
—We are looking for the beautiful in Paris, we know that staying here, 'said one of the men who carried the banner of Montpellier.
—Here is no beautiful Paris, dear sir, 'replied the friar Paul. A tall, burly, take charge of travelers and pilgrims and give shelter to some beggars.
The leader of the group closer.
— Are you sure, friar? Lead me to your abbot testily ordered.
The friar told to wait, because at that time ran the prior of the monastery cells and then attended mass. So the bold squire and his knights had to wait at the door of the abbey reluctantly.
The holy abbot noted with disgust the group of squires, and their abbey had a group of gentlemen but belonged to the king's command and while not a model of virtue, they knew to behave in a holy place while these before him and spat blasphemed each other, pushing and the ringleader was a subject of very black hair, pale, sickly and was missing an eye.
— What do you want here, scoundrels? Go away immediately! —I ordered a voice of thunder.
—We will leave when we surrender to the beautiful Paris, the young Agnes. She is the wife of the gentleman of Montpellier—eyed said insolently.
— So? Well you have wrong. In my abbey only accepted young men and no lady has sought asylum or it would have provided.
—Caro you will pay if you lie, Lord Abbot.
Now the abbot was furious rat—Be gone evil born here, you and your
friends, your presence is an insult that I will not tolerate. And if you dare to go back, talk to the king of you and your master Montpellier.
And with that threat were expelled while the abbot asked the Lord to forgive his lie and wondered why these cretins wanted to take her. Well, I imagined, but not come out with his own, he did not have any fear. But just in case the knight warned Arsène mid—afternoon, when the rain had disappeared and the sun came out. They expected to go quickly, but maybe those rascals return, or were waiting in the woods.
—Beware of seeing a group of daring squires, Arsène gentleman. They came this morning to find a young woman in Paris and I think will cause more problems.
The gentleman said they knew surprised and were commanded by Count Montpellier, who had abducted a young woman who hoped to find and bring them to their parents.
These words were a revelation to the abbot, who spoke of the young man who had arrived a few days sobbing and scared to death, after being kidnapped by a gentle and taken to an abandoned house.
'But it's a miracle Abbot, a miracle. We have been searching for the girl for days and we thought maybe he was dead.
—Not, and I welcome that you have found it to be made safe before these villains return.
— Where is he? Arsène asked with eyes wide and bright. It was a miracle, had found, was in the Priory, all that time had been close and no one had ever mentioned either suspected ...
—In the hall of the pilgrims, in a secluded cell. It was not safe to stay here, and the better you go immediately.
The abbot would not encourage any meeting between the two, and said that when he was somber as sent by the young. So the gentleman had to forget their anxiety and patient waiting, the endless hours of the day happy for him, that would put Agnes and safe ... But for how long? The question came from the lips of his squire Paul.
'My Lord, to take you to the beautiful Paris with his parents but that Earl will kidnap her.
I knew he was right, he also had that fear, she would never be safe unless ... Marry her and take her to Tourenne. Yes, that castle needed a lady, his wife, to give her children and make her happy. And the young woman needed a husband to protect her and save her from the indignity of being kidnapped by Montpellier again.
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