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was the young lord; disguised as a girl; with the assistance of his

cousin; who was jealous of Bertha; and annoyed at her virtue。 Imbert

drew back a little when he learned that it was Sylvia de Rohan; but

was also much affected at the kindness of Bertha; whom he thanked for

her attempt to bring a little wandering lamb back to the fold。 He made

much of his wife; when his last night at home came; left men…at…arms

about his castle; and then set out with the Dauphin for Burgundy;

having a cruel enemy in his bosom without suspecting it。 The face of

the young lad was unknown to him; because he was a young page come to

see the king's court; and who had been brought up by the Cardinal

Dunois; in whose service he was a knight…bachelor。



The old lord; believing that he was a girl; thought him very modest

and timid; because the lad; doubting the language of his eyes; kept

them always cast down; and when Bertha kissed him on the mouth; he

trembled lest his petticoat might be indiscreet; and would walk away

to the window; so fearful was he of being recognised as a man by

Bastarnay; and killed before he had made love to the lady。



Therefore he was as joyful as any lover would have been in his place;

when the portcullis was lowered; and the old lord galloped away across

the country。 He had been in such suspense that he made a vow to build

a pillar at his own expense in the cathedral at Tours; because he had

escaped the danger of his mad scheme。 He gave; indeed; fifty gold

marks to pay God for his delight。 But by chance he had to pay for it

over again to the devil; as it appears from the following facts if the

tale pleases you well enough to induce you to follow the narrative;

which will be succinct; as all good speeches should be。





II

HOW BERTHA BEHAVED; KNOWING THE BUSINESS OF LOVE



This bachelor was the young Sire Jehan de Sacchez; cousin of the Sieur

de Montmorency; to whom; by the death of the said Jehan; the fiefs of

Sacchez and other places would return; according to the deed of

tenure。 He was twenty years of age and glowed like a burning coal;

therefore you may be sure that he had a hard job to get through the

first day。 While old Imbert was galloping across the fields; the two

cousins perched themselves under the lantern of the portcullis; in

order to keep him the longer in view; and waved him signals of

farewells。 When the clouds of dust raised by the heels of the horses

were no longer visible upon the horizon; they came down and went into

the great room of the castle。



〃What shall we do; dear cousin?〃 said Bertha to the false Sylvia。 〃Do

you like music? We will play together。 Let us sing the lay of some

sweet ancient bard。 Eh? What do you say? Come to my organ; come along。

As you love me; sing!〃



Then she took Jehan by the hand and led him to the keyboard of the

organ; at which the young fellow seated himself prettily; after the

manner of women。 〃Ah! sweet coz;〃 cried Bertha; as soon as the first

notes tried; the lad turned his head towards her; in order that they

might sing together。 〃Ah! sweet coz you have a wonderful glance in

your eye; you move I know not what in my heart。〃



〃Ah! cousin;〃 replied the false Sylvia; 〃that it is which has been my

ruin。 A sweet milord of the land across the sea told me so often that

I had fine eyes; and kissed them so well; that I yielded; so much

pleasure did I feel in letting them be kissed。〃



〃Cousin; does love then; commence in the eyes?〃



〃In them is the forge of Cupid's bolts; my dear Bertha;〃 said the

lover; casting fire and flame at her。



〃Let us go on with our singing。〃



They then sang; by Jehan's desire; a lay of Christine de Pisan; every

word of which breathed love。



〃Ah! cousin; what a deep and powerful voice you have。 It seems to

pierce me。〃



〃Where?〃 said the impudent Sylvia。



〃There;〃 replied Bertha; touching her little diaphragm; where the

sounds of love are understood better than by the ears; but the

diaphragm lies nearer the heart; and that which is undoubtedly the

first brain; the second heart; and the third ear of the ladies。 I say

this; with all respect and with all honour; for physical reasons and

for no others。



〃Let us leave off singing;〃 said Bertha; 〃it has too great an effect

upon me。 Come to the window; we can do needlework until the evening。〃



〃Ah! dear cousin of my soul; I don't know how to hold the needle in my

fingers; having been accustomed; to my perdition to do something else

with them。〃



〃Eh! what did you do then all day long?〃



〃Ah! I yielded to the current of love; which makes days seem Instants;

months seem days; and years months; and if it could last; would gulp

down eternity like a strawberry; seeing that it is all youth and

fragrance; sweetness and endless joy。〃



Then the youth dropped his beautiful eyelids over his eyes; and

remained as melancholy as a poor lady who has been abandoned by her

lover; who weeps for him; wishes to kiss him; and would pardon his

perfidy; if he would but seek once again the sweet path to his once…

loved fold。



〃Cousin; does love blossom in the married state?〃



〃Oh no;〃 said Sylvia; 〃because in the married state everything is

duty; but in love everything is done in perfect freedom of heart。 This

difference communicates an indescribable soft balm to those caresses

which are the flowers of love。〃



〃Cousin; let us change the conversation; it affects me more than did

the music。〃



She called hastily to a servant to bring her boy to her; who came; and

when Sylvia saw him; she exclaimed



〃Ah! the little dear; he is as beautiful as love。〃



Then she kissed him heartily upon the forehead。



〃Come; my little one;〃 said the mother; as the child clambered into

her lap。 〃Thou art thy mother's blessing; her unclouded joy; the

delight of her every hour; her crown; her jewel; her own pure pearl;

her spotless soul; her treasure; her morning and evening star; her

only flame; and her heart's darling。 Give me thy hands; that I may eat

them; give me thine ears; that I may bite them; give me thy head; that

I may kiss thy curls。 Be happy sweet flower of my body; that I may be

happy too。〃



〃Ah! cousin;〃 said Sylvia; 〃you are speaking the language of love to

him。〃



〃Love is a child then?〃



〃Yes; cousin; therefore the heathen always portrayed him as a little

boy。〃



And with many other remarks fertile in the imagery of love; the two

pretty cousins amused themselves until supper time; playing with the

child。



〃Would you like to have another?〃 whispered Jehan; at an opportune

moment; into his cousin's ear; which he touched with his warm lips。



〃Ah! Sylvia! for that I would ensure a hundred years of purgatory; if

it would only please God to give me that joy。 But in spite of the

work; labour; and industry of my spouse; which causes me much pain; my

waist does not vary in size。 Alas! It is nothing to have but one

child。 If I hear the sound of a cry in the castle; my heart beats

ready to burst。 I fear man and beast alike for this innocent darling;

I dread volts; passes; and manual exercises; in fact; I dread

everything。 I live not in myself; but in him alone。 And; alas! I like

to endure these miseries; because when I fidget; and tremble; it is a

sign that my offspring is safe and sound。 To be brieffor I am never

weary of talking on this subjectI believe that my breath is in him;

and not in myself。〃



With these words she hugged him to her breasts; as only mothers know

how to hug children; with a spiritual force that is felt only in their

hearts。 If you doubt this; watch a cat carrying her kittens in her

mouth; not one of them gives a single mew。 The youthful gallant; who

had certain fears about watering this fair; unfertile plain; was

reassured by this speech。 He thought then that it would only be

following the commandments of God to win this saint to love; and he

thought right。 At night Bertha asked her cousinaccording to the old

custom; to which the ladies of our day objectto keep her company in

her big seigneurial bed。 To which request Sylvia repliedin order to

keep up the role of a well…born maidenthat nothing would give her

greater pleasure。 The curfew rang; and found the two cousins in a

chamber richly ornamented with carpeting; fringes; and royal

tapestries; and Bertha began gracefully to disarray herself; assisted

by her women。 You can imagine that her companion modestly declined

their services; and told her cousin; with a little blush; that she was

accustomed to undress herself ever since she had lost the services of

her dearly beloved; who had put her out of conceit with feminine

fingers by his gentle ways; that these preparations brought back the

pretty speeches he used to make; and his merry pranks while playing

the lady's…maid; and that to her injury; the memory of all these

things brought the water into her mouth。



This discourse considerably astonished the lady Bertha; who let her

cousin say her prayers; and make other preparations for the night

beneath the curtains of the bed; into which my lord; inflamed with

desire; soon tumbled; happy at being able to catch an occasional

glimpse of the wondrous charms of the chatelaine; which were in no way

injured。 Bertha; believing herself to be with an experienced girl; did

not omit any of the usual practices; she washed her feet; not minding

whether she raised them little or much; exposed her delicate little

shoulders; and did as all the ladies do when they are retiring to

rest。 At last she came to bed; and settled herself comfortably in it;

kissing her cousin on the lips; which she found remarkably warm。



〃Are you unwell; Sylvia; that you burn so?〃 said she。



〃I always burn like that when I go to bed;〃 replied her companion;

〃because at that time there comes back to my memory the pretty little

tricks that he invented to please me; and which make me burn still

more。〃



〃Ah! cousin; tell me all about this he。 Tell all the sweets of love to

me; who live beneath the shadow of a hoary head; of which the snows

keep me from such warm feelings。 Tell me all; you are cured。 It will

be a good warning to me; and then your misfortunes will have been a

salutary lesson to two poor weak women。〃



〃I do not know I ought to obey you; sweet cousin;〃 said the youth。



〃Tell me; why not?〃



〃Ah! deeds are better than words;〃 said the false maiden; heaving a

deep sigh as the /ut/ of an organ。 〃But I am afraid that this milord

has encumbered me with so much joy that you may get a little of it;

which would be enough to give you a daughter; since the power of

engendering is weakened in me。〃



〃But;〃 said Bertha; 〃between us; would it be a sin?〃



〃It would be; on the contrary; a joy both here and in heaven; the

angels would shed their fragrance around you; and make sweet music in

your ears。〃



〃Tell me 

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