One bright morning unwonted velvet shone, unwonted feathers waved, and horses' hoofs glinted and ran through the streets of Tergou, and the windows and balconies were studded with wondering faces.
The French ambassador was riding through to sport in the neighbouring forest.
Besides his own suite, he was attended by several servants of the Duke of Burgundy, lent to do him honour and minister to his pleasure.The Duke's tumbler rode before him with a grave, sedate majesty, that made his more noble companions seem light, frivolous persons.But ever and anon, when respect and awe neared the oppressive, he rolled off his horse so ignobly and funnily, that even the ambassador was fain' to burst out laughing.He also climbed up again by the tail in a way provocative of mirth, and so he played his part.Towards the rear of the pageant rode one that excited more attention still - the Duke's leopard.A huntsman, mounted on a Flemish horse of giant prodigious size and power, carried a long box fastened to the rider's loins by straps curiously contrived, and on this box sat a bright leopard crouching.She was chained to the huntsman.The people admired her glossy hide and spots, and pressed near, and one or two were for feeling her, and pulling her tail; then the huntsman shouted in a terrible voice, "Beware! At Antwerp one did but throw a handful of dust at her, and the Duke made dust of him.""Gramercy!"
"I speak sooth.The good Duke shut him up in prison, in a cell under ground, and the rats cleaned the flesh off his bones in a night.Served him right for molesting the poor thing."There was a murmur of fear, and the Tergovians shrank from tickling the leopard of their sovereign.
But an incident followed that raised their spirits again.The Duke's giant, a Hungarian seven feet four inches high, brought up the rear.This enormous creature had, like some other giants, a treble, fluty voice of little power.He was a vain fellow, and not conscious of this nor any defect.Now it happened he caught sight of Giles sitting on the top of the balcony; so he stopped and began to make fun of him.
"Hallo! brother!" squeaked he, "I had nearly passed without seeing thee.""You are plain enough to see," bellowed Giles in his bass tones.
"Come on my shoulder, brother," squeaked Titan, and held out a shoulder of mutton fist to help him down.
"If I do I'll cuff your ears," roared the dwarf.
The giant saw the homuncule was irascible, and played upon him, being encouraged thereto by the shouts of laughter.For he did not see that the people were laughing not at his wit, but at the ridiculous incongruity of the two voices - the gigantic feeble fife, and the petty deep, loud drum, the mountain delivered of a squeak, and the mole-hill belching thunder.
The singular duet came to as singular an end.Giles lost all patience and self-command, and being a creature devoid of fear, and in a rage to boot, he actually dropped upon the giant's neck, seized his hair with one hand, and punched his head with the other.The giant's first impulse was to laugh, but the weight and rapidity of the blows soon corrected that inclination.
"He! he! Ah! ha! hallo! oh! oh! Holy saints! here! help! or I must throttle the imp.I can't! I'll split your skull against the - "and he made a wild run backwards at the balcony.Giles saw his danger, seized the balcony in time with both hands, and whipped over it just as the giant's head came against it with a stunning crack.The people roared with laughter and exultation at the address of their little champion.The indignant giant seized two of the laughers, knocked them together like dumb-bells, shook them and strewed them flat - (Catherine shrieked and threw her apron over Giles - then strode wrathfully away after the party.This incident had consequences no one then present foresaw.Its immediate results were agreeable.The Tergovians turned proud of Giles, and listened with more affability to his prayers for parchment.For he drove a regular trade with his brother Gerard in this article.Went about and begged it gratis, and Gerard gave him coppers for it.
On the afternoon of the same day, Catherine and her daughter were chatting together about their favourite theme, Gerard, his goodness, his benefice, and the brightened prospects of the whole family.
Their good luck had come to them in the very shape they would have chosen; besides the advantages of a benefice such as the Countess Charolois would not disdain to give, there was the feminine delight at having a priest, a holy man, in their own family."He will marry Cornelis and Sybrandt: for they can wed (good housewives), now, if they will.Gerard will take care of you and Giles, when we are gone.""Yes, mother, and we can confess to him instead of to a stranger,"said Kate.
"Ay, girl! and he can give the sacred oil to your father and me, and close our eyes when our time comes.""Oh, mother! not for many, many years, I do pray Heaven.Pray speak not of that, it always makes me sad.I hope to go before you, mother dear.No; let us be gay to-day.I am out of pain, mother, quite out of all pain; it does seem so strange; and I feel so bright and happy, that - mother, Can you keep a secret?""Nobody better, child.Why, you know I can.""Then I will show you something so beautiful.You never saw the like, I trow.Only Gerard must never know; for sure he means to surprise us with it; he covers it up so, and sometimes he carries it away altogether."Kate took her crutches, and moved slowly away, leaving her mother in an exalted state of curiosity.She soon returned with something in a cloth, uncovered it, and there was a lovely picture of the Virgin, with all her insignia, and wearing her tiara over a wealth of beautiful hair, which flowed loose over her shoulders.
Catherine, at first, was struck with awe.
