Our travellers towards nightfall reached a village; it was a very small one, but contained a place of entertainment.They searched for it, and found a small house with barn and stables.In the former was the everlasting stove, and the clothes drying round it on lines, and a traveller or two sitting morose.Gerard asked for supper.
"Supper? We have no time to cook for travellers; we only provide lodging, good lodging for man and beast.You can have some beer.""Madman, who, born in Holland, sought other lands!" snorted Gerard in Dutch.The landlady started.
"What gibberish is that?" asked she, and crossed herself with looks of superstitious alarm."You can buy what you like in the village, and cook it in our oven; but, prithee, mutter no charms nor sorceries here, good man; don't ye now, it do make my flesh creep so."They scoured the village for food, and ended by supping on roasted eggs and brown bread.
At a very early hour their chambermaid came for them.It was a rosy-cheeked old fellow with a lanthorn.
They followed him.He led them across a dirty farmyard, where they had much ado to pick their steps.and brought them into a cow-house.There, on each side of every cow, was laid a little clean straw, and a tied bundle of ditto for a pillow.The old man looked down on this his work with paternal pride.Not so Gerard.
"What, do you set Christian men to lie among cattle?""Well, it is hard upon the poor beasts.They have scarce room to turn.""Oh! what, it is not hard on us, then?"
"Where is the hardship? I have lain among them all my life.Look at me! I am fourscore, and never had a headache in all my born days - all along of lying among the kye.Bless your silly head, kine's breath is ten times sweeter to drink nor Christians'.You try it!" and he slammed the bedroom door.
"Denys, where are you?" whined Gerard.
"Here, on her other side."
"What are you doing?"
"I know not; but as near as I can guess, I think I must be going to sleep.What are you at?
"I am saying my prayers."
"Forget me not in them!"
"Is it likely? Denys, I shall soon have done: do not go to sleep, I want to talk.
"Despatch then! for I feel - augh like floating-in the sky on a warm cloud.""Denys!"
"Augh! eh! hallo! is it time to get up?"
"Alack, no.There, I hurried my orisons to talk; and look at you, going to sleep! We shall be starved before morning, having no coverlets.""Well, you know what to do."
"Not I, in sooth."
"Cuddle the cow."
"Thank you."
"Burrow in the straw, then.You must be very new to the world, to grumble at this.How would you bear to lie on the field of battle on a frosty night, as I did t'other day, stark naked, with nothing to keep me warm but the carcass of a fellow I had been and helped kill?""Horrible! horrible! Tell me all about it! Oh, but this is sweet.""Well, we had a little battle in Brabant, and won a little victory, but it cost us dear; several arbalestriers turned their toes up.and I among them.""Killed, Denys? come now!"
"Dead as mutton.Stuck full of pike-holes till the blood ran out of me, like the good wine of Macon from the trodden grapes.It is right bounteous in me to pour the tale in minstrel phrase, for -augh - I am sleepy.Augh - now where was I?""Left dead on the field of battle, bleeding like a pig; that is to say, like grapes.or something; go on, prithee go on, 'tis a sin to sleep in the midst of a good story.""Granted.Well, some of those vagabonds, that strip the dead soldier on the field of glory, came and took every rag off me;they wrought me no further ill, because there was no need.""No; you were dead."
"C'est convenu.This must have been at sundown; and with the night came a shrewd frost that barkened the blood on my wounds, and stopped all the rivulets that were running from my heart, and about midnight I awoke as from a trance.'
"And thought you were in heaven?" asked Gerard eagerly, being a youth inoculated with monkish tales.
"Too frost-bitten for that, mon gars; besides, I heard the wounded groaning on all sides, so I knew I was in the old place.I saw Icould not live the night through without cover.I groped about shivering and shivering; at last one did suddenly leave groaning.
'You are sped,' said I, so made up to him, and true enough he was dead, but warm, you know.I took my lord in my arms, but was too weak to carry him, so rolled with him into a ditch hard by; and there my comrades found me in the morning properly stung with nettles, and hugging a dead Fleming for the bare life."Gerard shuddered."And this is war; this is the chosen theme of poets and troubadours, and Reden Ryckers.Truly was it said by the men of old, dulce bellum inexpertis.""Tu dis?"
"I say-oh, what stout hearts some men have!""N'est-ce pas, p'tit? So after that sort - thing - this sort thing is heaven.Soft - warm - good company, comradancow - cou'age -diable - m-ornk!"And the glib tongue was still for some hours.
In the morning Gerard was wakened by a liquid hitting his eye, and it was Denys employing the cow's udder as a squirt.
"Oh, fie!" cried Gerard, "to waste the good milk;" and he took a horn out of his wallet."Fill this! but indeed I see not what right we have to meddle with her milk at all.""Make your mind easy! Last night la camarade was not nice; but what then, true friendship dispenses with ceremony.To-day we make as free with her.""Why, what did she do, poor thing?"
"Ate my pillow."
"Ha! ha!"
"On waking I had to hunt for my head, and found it down in the stable gutter.She ate our pillow from us, we drink our pillow from her.A votre sante, madame; et sans rancune;" and the dog drank her milk to her own health.
