GOOSE-SKIN'S CONVERSION.
The fears of Karvel the Perfect are verified. Mylio is a prisoner of the
Crusaders. He was captured at the moment when, leading a body of men
from the fields, he attempted to force an entry into Lavaur in order to
reinforce the garrison. Goose-Skin also is among the prisoners. Together
with the trouvere, the juggler is taken into the large hall of the villa
by Lambert of Limoux and Hugues of Lascy. Karvel has remained near
Montfort. Mylio is wounded. A blood-stained handkerchief bandages his
arm. Although unscathed, the juggler seems to be a prey to great
apprehension. Informed upon the dangerous condition of the count, Abbot
Reynier proceeds to the patient's chamber, while Hugues of Lascy and
Lambert of Limoux, their visors down, converse in a low voice a few
paces away from the trouvere and the juggler.
MYLIO (to his companion in a tone of sorrow)--"My poor Goose-Skin, you
are now a prisoner--it is all my fault."
GOOSE-SKIN (peevishly)--"Yes; it is your fault. I was dead; quite dead;
could you not leave my ashes in peace?"
MYLIO--"Just as, thanks to the sally of the brave men of Lavaur under
Aimery, I was about to enter the town, I noticed that you were not near.
I felt uneasy about you. I stopped. By the light of the moon I saw you
twenty paces behind lying on your face--"
GOOSE-SKIN--"Oxhorns! Had I lain down on my back I would have had my
paunch trampled out of shape under the feet of the combatants."
MYLIO--"I ran back to you thinking you were wounded. Our companions
entered the town in the interval, the gate closed behind them, and--here
we are, prisoners."
GOOSE-SKIN--"What I blame you for is for having drawn upon me--good and
peaceful corpse that I was--the attention of these scampish Crusaders. I
heard one of them cry out: 'That mountain of meat is so enormous that I
wager my pike could not transfix it. Just watch, my companions.'--"
MYLIO--"And no sooner had you heard the words than you turned so
prodigious a somersault that I was as happy at your resurrection as
amazed at your agility. It was a wonderful jump."
GOOSE-SKIN--"Oxhorns! A good deal less than was at stake would make one
nimble. Did I not have my paunch to save?"
MYLIO--"And was it for that that you prudently simulated death during
the attack?"
GOOSE-SKIN--"By the heavens! The moment that I heard those brutes of
Crusaders cry: 'To arms!' I threw myself down flat, face down on the
ground. And this is the way heroism is recompensed! I calculated that
by bravely throwing myself as an unsurmountable obstacle between our
companions and the enemy, I would cover their rear, and they would be
able to enter the town in safety before the Crusaders had time to climb
over my body."
MYLIO--"Your good spirits have come back. So much the better."
GOOSE-SKIN (nodding his head towards the two seigneurs, who now draw
near after having raised their visors)--"Mylio, it seems to me we know
these two men. May the devil take them to hell!"
MYLIO (looking back)--"Hugues of Lascy? Lambert of Limoux? (addressing
them in an ironical voice) All hail to the Bailiff of the Joy of Joys!
By the heavens! Here we have a bit of infamous hypocrisy! Is it you,
holy men, who have come to extirpate heresy in Albigeois? (Turning to
Goose-Skin) Do you remember that last pleading before the Court of
Love?"
GOOSE-SKIN--"The court of ribaldry, of which these two bearers of the
cross were worthy officers?"
HUGUES OF LASCY (to Lambert)--"Do you hear the vipers' language? Our
capture is good. Since these two jugglers started over the country, the
dogs of heretics have shown their teeth with greater madness! We shall
know how to cure them of their madness!"
GOOSE-SKIN (plaintively)--"Poor folks! To have become so mad! Some monk
must have bitten them, not true, Seigneur Bailiff of the Joy of Joys?"
At this moment Simon of Montfort enters clad in a long brown robe that
resembles a monk's frock. On one side he leans upon the arm of his wife
Alyx of Montmorency, on the other upon the arm of Abbot Reynier. One of
the count's equerries hastens to bring a chair for his master, the other
mounts guard at the door of the contiguous apartment where Karvel the
Perfect is kept a prisoner. Montfort is silent. Abbot Reynier casts upon
Mylio and Goose-Skin a look of triumph and inveterate hatred. The monk
has not yet forgotten the night when the trouvere and the juggler
carried away Florette from the mill of Chaillotte, and left him lying
bruised and disappointed on the ground.
MONTFORT (addressing Mylio in a hollow voice)--"Were you among the
heretics of whom a large number succeeded in forcing an entry into
Lavaur?"
MYLIO--"Yes, Seigneur Count, I was among the combatants and fought my
best."
MONTFORT--"Your name is Mylio the Trouvere. You plied at Blois your
unworthy trade of perdition. You poured out the venom of your calumnies
against the priests of the Church, the most sacred personages. I am
thoroughly informed concerning you--"
MYLIO (interrupting the count and addressing the abbot)--"Oh, sycophant!
So you have taken early precautions to head off the narrative of your
nocturnal adventure at the mill of Chaillotte!"
Alyx of Montmorency raises her hands and turns her eyes heavenward as if
to take the heavens to witness. The count darts a furious look at Mylio.
GOOSE-SKIN (in a low voice to the trouvere)--"The looks of that specter
chill me to the marrow of my bones. We are lost!"
MONTFORT (to Mylio, angrily)--"Hold your tongue, blasphemer! Heretic
dog! If you do not, I shall have your tongue torn out!"
ABBOT REYNIER (to Montfort with unction)--"My dear brother, we should
have contempt only for such insults. The wretch is possessed. Helas! He
no longer belongs to himself. It is the demon that speaks through his
mouth."
MYLIO (impetuously to the abbot)--"Will you dare deny that you crept one
night into the close of the mill of Chaillotte, the despicable coupler
in your service, with evil designs on Florette, and that, but for
Goose-Skin, who is here a witness, and myself, you would have succeeded
in your satanic purpose and blighted the poor child?"
GOOSE-SKIN (breaks in upon Mylio trembling at every limb, throws himself
at Montfort's feet and clasping his hands cries)--"Illustrious and
benevolent seigneur, I remember nothing--I am wholly upset, fascinated,
dazed. All that I remember is that I was a pig, an unclean animal.
Alack! It was no fault of mine, because, Oh! redoubtable prop of the
Church, I have not yet received baptism. Alack! Not yet. But a second
ago, the instant I beheld your august face, it seemed to me that I saw a
light like a halo shining around your holy person. One of those divine
rays penetrated my body and it has suddenly given me an inextinguishable
thirst for celestial knowledge; it has caused me to pant after the
baptismal waters that will purify me of my abominable sins. Oh, pious
seigneur! May you and your saintly spouse deign to officiate as my
god-father and god-mother; consent, I pray you, to hold me over the
baptismal font--I shall be a model of fidelity. My body shall be
harnessed in beads and scapularies!"
MONTFORT (aside to Abbot Reynier)--"Hem! Meseems this fat miscreant has
been illumined rather too suddenly by the light of heaven--and yet he
might be sincere!"
ALYX OF MONTMORENCY--"It often pleases the Lord to accelerate the
effects of His grace in order to render them more striking."
ABBOT REYNIER (aside to the count and his wife)--"It also might be that
the fear of death and not faith has brought about the conversion of this
sinner."
MONTFORT--"What is there to be done, reverend Father? How shall we
interpret his conduct?"
ABBOT REYNIER (aside to the count)--"He should be sent to the pyre along
with the rest."
ALYX OF MONTMORENCY--"But, Father, if he is sincere, if the man has
really been touched by divine grace?"
ABBOT REYNIER (aside to Alyx and her husband)--"A reason the more. If he
is sincere, the flames of the pyre will, in the eyes of the Lord, be an
acceptable expiation of the new convert's abominable past life. If he
deceives us, the pyre will be the just punishment for his sacrilegious
falsehood. In either case, the pyre is meet for the miscreant. The
matter is settled."
Montfort and his wife are struck by the double advantage of the monk's
proposition and exchange looks of approval.
MONTFORT--"Rise, man! God will know whether your conversion is sincere."
GOOSE-SKIN (aside to himself)--"Good! Good! It is now merely an affair
between God and myself. We shall arrange matters comfortably between us
two."
MONTFORT (to Mylio)--"You have a brother who is a pastor of these
devil-possessed heretics. Does he not enjoy a great influence in the
town?"
MYLIO (proudly)--"All the inhabitants would give their lives to save his
own. My brother is their idol."
MONTFORT--"I shall allow you to return to Lavaur. You shall tell the
inhabitants in my name: 'Abjure your heresy; re-enter the pale of the
holy Catholic Church; deliver the Lady of Lavaur unconditionally to
Montfort, and also her son, the consuls of the town and a hundred of the
most notable citizens; relinquish your property to the soldiers of
Christ; if you do your lives will be saved; if you do not, at day-break
to-morrow the flames of Karvel's pyre will give to the Crusaders the
signal for the assault!' That is the mission that I confer upon you."
MYLIO (stupefied)--"My brother! You speak of burning my brother alive!
Oh, horrible alternative!"
MONTFORT--"He is a prisoner in my camp."
MYLIO (in consternation)--"My brother! A prisoner!"
GOOSE-SKIN (aside to Mylio)--"Follow my example--abjure--demand
baptism!"
MYLIO (to Montfort in a trembling voice)--"My brother is a prisoner, say
you? You are surely spreading a snare for me. But even if he stood there
before me, loaded with chains, Karvel would curse me if I were to
accept your offer, and could be infamous enough to promise you to exhort
the inhabitants of Lavaur in his name to submit to the Church of Rome!"
Suddenly the sonorous and gentle voice of the physician is heard. Kept a
prisoner in the adjoining room, the words of Mylio have reached him.
"Brother," he cries, "falter not before the foe."
MYLIO (electrified)--"Karvel's voice!"
The trouvere rushes in the direction from which the voice proceeded, but
Lambert of Limoux and Hugues of Lascy throw themselves in Mylio's way
and hold him back. Montfort turns to one of his equerries and says: "Let
the other heretic in."
Immediately Karvel the Perfect steps in, he advances towards his brother
with a smile of ineffable tenderness, and pointing with his finger at
the knights who are holding Mylio addresses Montfort: "What! Violence
against an unarmed enemy?"
At a sign from the count the seigneurs leave Mylio free, and the two
brothers rush into each other's arms. They converse apart for a moment
during which Karvel informs his brother of the circumstances that
brought him into the Crusaders' camp.
HUGHES OF LASCY (stepping towards Montfort)--"Seigneur, day is dawning.
Everything is in readiness for the assault of Lavaur. The army only
awaits the signal. What are your orders?"
MONTFORT--"Let the signal for the assault be given at sunrise. Yet too
feeble to mount my horse, I shall have myself carried in a litter. As to
these three heretics, their execution shall be the signal for the
attack."
GOOSE-SKIN (stupefied)--"One moment! What the devil! I have abjured; I
did! I am a good Catholic!"
KARVEL (to Montfort)--"So, then, count, we are to die? I thank you for
this death!"
MYLIO (to Montfort)--"I also thank you for this death, coward! Felon!
Knight without word and without faith! Miserable fanatic!"
The count drops his head at the reproach. His soldier's heart is touched
to the quick by the just charge of felony.
ABBOT REYNIER--"These wretches dare to mention the word 'faith'! And
will you, Montfort, be affected by reproaches that issue from such
mouths? Have you forgotten that our Holy Father, Innocent III, said:
'_None need to keep faith with those who fail in their faith to God_'?
Would you protect the lives of these maddened heretics and thus enable
them to lure thousands of unhappy beings into their detestable heresy?"
MONTFORT (affrighted)--"Oh! No, Father! A thousand times, no!"
ABBOT REYNIER--"Come, then! Hold high your head, intrepid soldier of our
Church! The Lord will cause Lavaur to fall into your hands!"
MONTFORT (with fanatic exaltation)--"To arms, knights! To the assault!
God is with us! No mercy when we take Lavaur! Kill, slay women,
children, old men and young! Kill them all! As at Beziers, _the Lord
will distinguish His own_. (Pointing to the three prisoners) Let these
three men be pinioned! Let them be kept in a safe place until the moment
of their execution!"
GOOSE-SKIN (distracted with terror, throwing himself at Montfort's feet
and seizing his robe)--"Gracious god-father! You promised me that you
would hold me over the baptismal font. I wish to live henceforth a good
Catholic. I believe in the Church, I believe in all her past, present
and future saints. I believe the most incredible miracles. I shall
believe anything that you want."
MONTFORT (to Abbot Reynier)--"You were right. This wretch yields to fear
and not to the faith. He is a miscreant."
ABBOT REYNIER (to Goose-Skin)--"If your faith is sincere, the pyre will
purify you of your past sins. But if you are merely feigning a
sacrilegious conversion, the eternal flames will be your just
punishment. You shall be burned alive like the others."
GOOSE-SKIN (rises furious)--"Oh, you lascivious buck! Oh, you lewd pig
and tiger of cruelty! You are trying to take revenge for the night when
I threw you down, and kept you there and prevented you from blasting a
pure and poor girl! Hypocrite and criminal!"
The count's equerries fall upon Goose-Skin and pinion him despite his
violent resistance. They also pinion Mylio and Karvel who quietly allow
themselves to be bound. The trumpets sound. Hugues of Lascy enters and
announces that all is ready for the assault and that a litter awaits
the count.
ALYX OF MONTMORENCY (falls on her knees)--"Go, my noble husband. I shall
remain here on my knees until the battle is ended, and shall pray for
the triumph of your arms, and the extermination of the enemy, and for
the salvation of the poor heretical souls of Lavaur."
ABBOT REYNIER (to Montfort)--"Come, brave soldier of Christ! Come and
receive from my hands the bread of the angels, the holy communion!"
Montfort leaves the room reclining upon the monk's arm and followed by
his equerries, while Alyx of Montmorency remains on her knees in fervent
prayer.
MYLIO (looking sadly at Goose-Skin)--"Alas! It was his friendship for me
that brought him to this country!"
KARVEL (pensively contemplating Alyx of Montmorency who is murmuring her
orisons)--"Poor creature! Her heart has remained good. She is imploring
the mercy of heaven for the victims!"