Thus William Short Nose set forth and the next day passed through
Orleans. There he met with his brother Ernaut, who had ridden home
from escorting King Louis back to Paris. Ernaut promised his help and
that of his father and brothers, but counselled William to go to Laon,
where a great feast would be held and many persons would be assembled.
The Count followed Ernaut's counsel, but refused the troop of Knights
which Ernaut offered him, liking rather to ride alone.
He made his entrance into Laon, and the people laughed at him and made
jests on his tall, thin horse; but William let them laugh, and rode on
until he reached the Palace. There he alighted under an olive tree,
and, fastening his horse to one of the branches, took off his helmet
and unbuckled his breastplate. The people stared as they passed by,
but nobody spoke to him.
Someone told the King that a strange man without even a squire was
sitting before the Palace under an olive tree. The King's face grew
dark as he heard their tale, for he loved to keep his gardens for his
own pleasure. "Sanson," he called to one of his guards, "go and find
out who this stranger is and whence he comes, but beware of bringing
him hither."
Sanson hastened to do his errand, and William answered, "My name is one
that is known to France. I am William Short Nose, and I come from
Orange. My body is worn out with much riding; I pray you hold my horse
until I have spoken to King Louis."
"Noble Count," replied Sanson, "let me first return to the King and
tell him who you are. And be not angry, I beseech you, for such are my
orders."
"Be quick, then, my friend," said William, "and do not neglect to tell
the King that I am in great distress. This is the time to show his
love for me; and if he truly does love me, let him come to meet me with
the great lords of his Court. If he does not come, I have no other
hope."
"I will tell him what you say," said Sanson, "and if it rests with me
you shall be content."
Then Sanson went back to the King. "It is William, the famous
William!" he said, "and he wishes you to go out to meet him."
"Never!" answered Louis; "will he always be a thorn in my side! Woe be
to him who rejoices at his coming."
So the King sat still, and on the steps of the Palace there gathered
Knights and Nobles in goodly numbers, and hardly one but wore a helmet
set with precious stones, a sword or a shield which had been given him
by William himself. But now they were rich and he was poor, so they
mocked at him.
"My lords," said William, "you do ill to treat me so. I have loved you
all, and you bear the tokens of my love about you at this moment. If I
can give you no more gifts, it is because I have lost all I have in the
world at the Aliscans. My men are dead, and my nephews are prisoners
in the hands of the Saracens. It is the Lady Gibourc who bade me come
here, and it is she who asks for help through me. Have pity on us, and
help us." But without a word, they rose up and went into the Palace,
and William knew what their love was worth.
The young men told Louis of the words that the Count had spoken, and
the King rose and leaned out of the window. "Sir William," said he,
"go to the inn, and let them bathe your horse. You seem in a sorry
plight, without a groom to help you."
William heard and vowed vengeance. But if the King and the courtiers
had no hearts, in his need a friend came to him, Guimard, a citizen of
Laon, who took the Count home and offered him rich food. But because
of his vow to the Lady Gibourc, he would only eat coarse bread, and
drink water from the spring; and as soon as it was light he rose up
from his bed of fresh hay, and dressed himself. "Where are you going,"
asked his host.
"To the Palace, to entreat the aid of the King, and woe be to him who
tries to stop me."
"May God protect you, Sir," answered Guimard. "To-day the King crowns
Blanchefleur, your sister, who no doubt loves you well. And he gives
her for her dower the richest land in all fair France, but a land that
is never at peace."
"Well," said William, "I will be present at the ceremony. Indeed they
cannot do without me, for all France is under my care, and it is my
right to bear her standard in battle. And let them beware how they
move me to wrath, lest I depose the King of France and tear the crown
from his head."
The Count placed a breastplate under his jerkin, and hid his sword
under his cloak. The gates of the Palace opened before him and he
entered the vaulted hall. It was filled with the greatest nobles in
the land, and ladies with rich garments of silk and gold. Lords and
ladies both knew him, but not one gave him welcome--not even his
sister, the Queen. His fingers played with his sword, and he had much
ado not to use it. But while his wrath was yet kindling the heralds
announced that his father, Aimeri, had come.