NOVEL V.

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The Marchioness of Monferrato by a banquet of hens seasoned with wit checks

the mad passion of the King of France.

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The story told by Dioneo evoked at first some qualms of shame in the minds

of the ladies, as was apparent by the modest blush that tinged their faces:

then exchanging glances, and scarce able to refrain their mirth, they

listened to it with half-suppressed smiles. On its conclusion they bestowed

upon Dioneo a few words of gentle reprehension with intent to admonish him

that such stories were not to be told among ladies. The queen then turned to

Fiammetta, who was seated on the grass at her side, and bade her follow suit

and Fiammetta with a gay and gracious mien thus began:--

The line upon which our story-telling proceeds, to wit, to shew the virtue

that resides in apt and ready repartees, pleases me well; and as in affairs

of love men and women are in diverse case, for to aspire to the love of a

woman of higher lineage than his own is wisdom in man, whereas a woman's

good sense is then most conspicuous when she knows how to preserve herself

from becoming enamoured of a man, her superior in rank, I am minded, fair my

ladies, to shew you by the story which I am now to tell, how by deed and

word a gentlewoman both defended herself against attack, and weaned her

suitor from his love.

The Marquis of Monferrato, a paladin of distinguished prowess, was gone

overseas as gonfalonier of the Church in a general array of the Christian

forces. Whose merits being canvassed at the court of Philippe le Borgne, on

the eve of his departure from France on the same service, a knight observed,

that there was not under the stars a couple comparable to the Marquis and

his lady; in that, while the Marquis was a paragon of the knightly virtues,

his lady for beauty, and honour was without a peer among all the other

ladies of the world. These words made so deep an impression on the mind of

the King of France that, though he had never seen the lady, he fell ardently

in love with her, and, being to join the armada, resolved that his port of

embarcation should be no other than Genoa, in order that, travelling thither

by land, he might find a decent pretext for visiting the Marchioness, with

whom in the absence of the Marquis he trusted to have the success which he

desired; nor did he fail to put his design in execution. Having sent his

main army on before, he took the road himself with a small company of

gentlemen, and, as they approached the territory of the Marquis, he

despatched a courier to the Marchioness, a day in advance, to let her know

that he expected to breakfast with her the next morning. The lady, who knew

her part and played it well, replied graciously, that he would be indeed

welcome, and that his presence would be the greatest of all favours. She

then began to commune with herself, what this might import, that so great a

king should come to visit her in her husband's absence, nor was she so

deluded as not to surmise that it was the fame of her beauty that drew him

thither. Nevertheless she made ready to do him honour in a manner befitting

her high degree, summoning to her presence such of the retainers as remained

in the castle, and giving all needful directions with their advice, except

that the order of the banquet and the choice of the dishes she reserved

entirely to herself. Then, having caused all the hens that could be found in

the country-side to be brought with all speed into the castle, she bade her

cooks furnish forth the royal table with divers dishes made exclusively of

such fare. The King arrived on the appointed day, and was received by the

lady with great and ceremonious cheer. Fair and noble and gracious seemed

she in the eyes of the King beyond all that he had conceived from the

knight's words, so that he was lost in admiration and inly extolled her to

the skies, his passion being the more inflamed in proportion as he found the

lady surpass the idea which he had formed of her. A suite of rooms furnished

with all the appointments befitting the reception of so great a king, was

placed at his disposal, and after a little rest, breakfast-time being come,

he and the Marchioness took their places at the same table, while his suite

were honourably entertained at other boards according to their several

qualities. Many courses were served with no lack of excellent and rare

wines, whereby the King was mightily pleased, as also by the extraordinary

beauty of the Marchioness, on whom his eye from time to time rested.

However, as course followed course, the King observed with some surprise,

that, though the dishes were diverse, yet they were all but variations of

one and the same fare, to wit, the pullet. Besides which he knew that the

domain was one which could not but afford plenty of divers sorts of game,

and by forewarning the lady of his approach, he had allowed time for

hunting; yet, for all his surprise, he would not broach the question more

directly with her than by a reference to her hens; so, turning to her with a

smile, he said:--"Madam, do hens grow in this country without so much as a

single cock?" The Marchioness, who perfectly apprehended the drift of the

question, saw in it an opportunity, sent her by God, of evincing her

virtuous resolution; so casting a haughty glance upon the King she answered

thus:--"Sire, no; but the women, though they may differ somewhat from others

in dress and rank, are yet of the same nature here as elsewhere." The

significance of the banquet of pullets was made manifest to the King by

these words, as also the virtue which they veiled. He perceived that on a

lady of such a temper words would be wasted, and that force was out of the

question. Wherefore, yielding to the dictates of prudence and honour, he was

now as prompt to quench, as he had been inconsiderate in conceiving, his

unfortunate passion for the lady; and fearing her answers, he refrained from

further jesting with her, and dismissing his hopes devoted himself to his

breakfast, which done, he disarmed suspicion of the dishonourable purpose of

his visit by an early departure, and thanking her for the honour she had

conferred upon him, and commending her to God, took the road to Genoa.

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