rHE STORY OF VITEAU BOOKS BY FRANK R. STOCKTON Published by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS THE CLOCKS OF RONDAINE, and Other Stories. Illustrated. 4to, cloth net $1.50 PERSONALLY CONDUCTED. Illustrated. 4to, cloth net 2.00 THE FLOATING PRINCE, and Other Fairy Tales. Illustrated. 4to, cloth net 1.50 ROUNDABOUT RAMBLES IN LANDS OF FACT AND FANCY. Illustrated. 4to, boards . . net 1.50 TALES OUT OF SCHOOL. 300 illustrations. 4to, boards net 1.50 A JOLLY FELLOWSHIP. Illustrated, nmo . net 1.50 THE TING-A-LING TALES. Illustrated by E. B. Ben- sell net i.co THE STORY OF VITEAU. With 16 full-page illus- trations by R. B. Birch, iamo net 1.50 THE STORY OF VITEAU BY FRANK R. STOCKTON AUTHOR Or " A JOLLY FELLOWSHIP," " THE FLOATING PBINCE," ETC. ILLUSTRATED New York CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Copyright, 1884, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Copyright, 1912, by WILLIAM S. STOCKTON Sno//so /I /« LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Raymond, Louis and the Page return to Viteau, . Frontispiece. Page Bernard, Raymond and Louis meet the Monk, 9 Louis and Bernard on their way to DeBarran's Castle, . 20 Louis, Agnes, and the Falcon, , 29 Louis finds one of the Highwaymen a good-natured fellow 41 Bernard teaching Raymond the use of the long sword, 50 Brother Anselmo threatens Bernard and Raymond, ... 60 The Countess sent for Jasto and thanked him warmly, . 93 A small window was opened, 97 Agnes tells Raymond and Louis of her plan, 109 Sir Hugo and Sir Charles charge the Robbers, 120 The flight of the Countess, 132 mlchol welcomes the countess, 136 Agnes makes a plea for the mother of Raymond and Louis, 14 1 The Robbers in the Old Woman's Cottage, 160 The Robbers in the hallway were forced into the Courtyard, 178 The Story of Viteau. CHAPTER I. BY the side of a small stream, which ran through one of the most picturesque portions of the province of Burgundy, in France, there sat, on a beautiful day in early summer, two boys, who were brothers. They had been bathing in the stream, and now, having dressed, they were talking together on the bank. Raymond, the elder, was about fourteen years old, and his brother Louis was some eighteen months younger. In form and feature, and in general dispo- sition and character, they were not unlike many of the boys of our day, and yet these two young fellows lived more than six hundred years ago. They were dressed in simple tunics, one green, one brown, and wore short breeches, dark-colored stockings, and rather clumsy shoes. 2 THE STORY OF VITEAU. The two brothers were very busily engaged in con- versation, for they had a great deal to say to each other, and not much time to say it in. On the next day Louis was going away from home, to be gone a long, long time. Raymond and Louis were the sons of the Countess of Viteau, whose chateau stood on a little eminence about half a mile away. Their father, the Count of Viteau, had been one of the most steadfast adherents and supporters of the Duke of Burgundy, in his en- deavors to maintain the independence of his dukedom against the claims of the French crown, and had fallen in one of the battles between the Duke's followers and the army of the Regent, Queen Blanche, who, in those days, ruled France in the name of her son, the young King, Louis IX., afterward known as Louis the Just, or St. Louis. The Duke's forces had been defeated, Burgundy had been compelled to acknowledge the supremacy of the French crown, and peace reigned in the kingdom. The widowed Countess of Viteau now found herself the sole protector and guardian of her two boys. For- tunately, she had a large estate, but even this added to her cares and responsibilities, and rendered her less able to attend to what she had intended should be the aim and business of her life — the education of her sons. Education, in those days, did not mean what it does THE STORY OF VITEAU. 3 now. The majority of the people, even of the upper classes, were not educated at all, some of the lords and barons being unable to write their names. Printing had not been invented ; all books were in manuscript, and were scarce and valuable. Most of the learning, such as it was, had been, for a long time, confined to the monks and priests ; but, in the era in which our two boys lived, people had begun to give more at- tention to general education, and there were schools in some of the large cities which were well attended, and where the students of that day were taught gram- mar, logic, rhetoric, music, arithmetic, geometry, and astronomy, although their studies in most of these branches were not carried very far. The school of Paris was one of the most celebrated of these in- stitutions. The Countess of Viteau was among the few ladies of the time who really cared for an education beyond that which included the small number of accom- plishments then considered necessary to persons of high position. When quite a young woman, she had learned all that the priests, one or more of whom generally lived in her father's house, could teach her, and afterward, when her sons were old enough, she made it her personal business to attend to their studies. Some things she taught them herself, and, for other branches, she employed such men of know- 4 THE STORY OF VITEAU. ledge — almost always members of some order of the clergy — as could be obtained. But now the time had arrived when the customs of the day demanded that one of her sons, at least, should leave her to receive an education of another sort, and her younger boy was to be sent away to the castle of the Count de Barran, an old friend and fellow-soldier of her husband, to be taught, as most of the boys of his station were taught, the arts and usages of knighthood and chivalry. Raymond would also be a knight, but his mother wished him to be more than that. He would succeed to the rank and estate of his father, and she hoped that he would not only be a nobleman and a soldier, but a scholar. When he should leave her to go to the school at Paris, — and it was for this school that she was now endeavoring to prepare him, — he would live with one of his relatives, by whom he would be instructed in the noble duties of chivalry. His mother felt sure that his studies at the school and his knightly ex- ercises would not interfere with each other. " Only one more day," said Raymond, " and then it will seem so strange here without you, Louis." " But it will be ever so much stranger for me," said Louis, " for I shall be without everybody. I have never seen a single soul of the castle people, excepting the Count de Barran, and it is so long THE STORY OF VITEAU. 5 since he was here that I have almost forgotten him. He was a big, stout man, and that's all I know about him." " You might as well have never seen him/' said Raymond, " for he is not stout, and he is not big. He's a tall, thin man, and, I think, a kind one. But I expect you soon will know everybody." " Or they will know me," said Louis, " which will be the same thing. I know I shall have lively times. Let me see : For a year and a half I shall be a page. There must be ever so many ways for the pages, especially if there are a good many of us, to have royal fun. And then, when I am four- teen, I shall be a squire. I think I shall not like that so much, excepting for the fighting part." " Fighting ! " exclaimed his brother. " You'll have none of that." " Oh yes, but I shall have," returned Louis. " Bar- ran has always been fighting, ever since I heard of him ; and if he does his duty by me, he is bound to take me with him to the wars." "But the wars are all over," said Raymond. "You know that as well as I do." " Oh, there'll be more," said Louis, laughing. " There is sure to be trouble of some kind before I 'm fourteen. And, if there are any wars, you must come to them. It wont do to be spending all your time here, with priests and books." 6 THE STORY OF VITEAU. " Priests and books ! " exclaimed Raymond. " I don't expect to spend half my time with them. I shall ride and fence, and tilt and hunt quite as much as you will, or even more, I doubt not. But I can do all that, and be a scholar too." " I 'd like well enough to be a scholar," said Louis, " if it were not so much trouble. Just to learn to write, like the monks who make our books, must take years ! I tell you, Raymond, it would be time wasted for me." " No doubt of that," said his brother, laughing. " You would never have the patience to write out all the pages of a book, even if you could do it so well that people could read it. If you can do so much as write me a letter from the castle, to tell me how you find things there, and what happens to you, I shall be glad enough." " I never did write a letter," said Louis, " but I feel quite sure that I could do it. The trouble would be for you to read it." " That 's true ; " said Raymond, " but I will do my best to read, if you will do your best to write." " Did not our mother tell you to ask me this ? " said Louis, turning towards his brother with a smile. " She did," answered Raymond. " I thought it sounded like her," said Louis. " She greatly wants me to read and write ; and, for THE STORY OF VITEAU. 7 her sake, and yours, too, Raymond, I '11 try a letter. But is not that Bernard, over in the field ? " " Yes, it is," said Raymond. " He is training a young falcon for me." " For you ! " cried Louis, jumping up. " I did not know that. Let us go down to him." " I did not know it, either," said his brother, rising, " until yesterday. Bernard is going to teach me to fly the bird as soon as it is trained." " And I am going away to-morrow," cried Louis. " It is too bad ! " The boys now ran down to the field, where a tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed in a short, coarse jacket of brown cloth, with tight breeches of the same stuff, was walking towards them. He bore on his left hand a large falcon, or goshawk, a bird used in that day for hunting game of various kinds. "Ho, Bernard!" cried Louis, "how is it I never heard that you were training that bird ? I should have liked to watch you all the time." " That is the reason you were not told," said Bernard, who had been the squire of the late Count, and was now a well-trusted member of the household of Viteau. "If you had known what I was about," he continued, "you would have done nothing but watch me, and therefore it was that your good mother told me to keep the matter from you. It takes a long time 8 THE STORY OF VITEAU. and a world of trouble to train a hawk, especially one that was nearly full-grown when caught, as this one was. Those taken from their nests are far easier to manage." " But he is trained now, isn't he ? " said Louis. " Why not try him to-day ? Just one flight, good Bernard, for, you know, I shall be gone to-morrow. We can easily find a heron, or a pheasant, or some- thing he can go after." " No, no, my boy," said the squire ; " this bird is not yet ready to cast off for a free flight. Why, it was only last week that I ceased using the long string with which I brought him back when I wanted him ; and, ever since, I have been very care- ful to have a lure which should be so tempting that he would be certain to come down to it, no matter how high he might soar. See, here is the one I used to-day. He has eaten from it the whole breast of a pigeon." With this he showed the boys his " lure," which was a rude figure of a bird, the body made of cloth, with the head, talons, and wings of a real bird, and to which had been attached a piece of some kind of meat of which the falcon is fond. By being thus accustomed to find something good to tear and eat when called to his master, the bird gradually learned to obey the call whenever he heard it. BERNARD, RAYMOND, AND LOUIS MEET THE MONK. THE STORY OF VITEAU Q Raymond was quite willing to wait until the hawk was thoroughly trained, before testing him in actual sport; but Louis, very naturally, made great complaint. To-day was his last chance. Bernard, however, was firm, and so they walked towards the chateau, the hooded bird still perched upon the squire's wrist. Just as the three, now busily talking of Louis' future life at the castle of the Count de Barran, were about entering a little gate in the lower part of the grounds which surround the house, there came out of the gate a monk wearing a long, dark, and rather dirty gown, and walking with his eyes fixed upon the ground, as if deeply engaged in thought. He seemed scarcely to perceive the boys or the squire, as he passed them. " I shall be glad to be free from those long- gowned folk," said Louis, as they entered the grounds. " No more priests' lessons for me. I shall have knights and soldiers for my teachers." " All very fine," said Bernard, " but you will have other things to do besides learning how to be a knight and soldier. You will serve your masters and your mistresses at table, clean armor, hold stir- rups, and do everything else they ask of you." " Oh yes," said Louis ; " but that will be only while I am a page. In a year and a half all that will be over." IO THE STORY OF VITEAU. " A year and a half seems to me like a long time," said Raymond ; " but time always passes quickly with Louis." This remark was made to Bernard, but the squire did not appear to hear it. He was looking back through the gate at the departing monk. " If I only knew that he was never coming back," he said to himself, " I would not much care what else happened." And then he followed the boys up to the ehateav CHAPTER II. THE good squire did not make his inhospitable remark in regard to the monk because he had any dislike for monks or priests in general. He had as high an opinion of the members of the clergy as any one, but he had a very strong dislike for this particular prior. To understand his reasons for this feeling, we must know that, not very long be- fore the period at which our story begins, and soon after the Queen Regent had conquered the rebellious provinces, and so consolidated the kingdom, there was established in the city of Toulouse that terrible tribunal of the Romish Church known as the Holy Inquisition. Here persons suspected of holding opin- ions in opposition to the doctrines taught by the Church were tried, often subjected to tortures in order to induce them to confess the crimes with ii 12 THE STORY OF VITEAU. which they were charged, and punished with great severity if found guilty. This inquisition was under the charge of the Dominican friars, of which order the man who had just passed out of the little gate was a member. For several weeks the frequent visits of this prior to the Countess of Viteau had given a great deal of uneasiness to Bernard. The man was not one of the regular religious instructors of the family, nor had he anything to do with the education of the boys. There was some particular reason for his visits to the chateau, and of this the household at large knew nothing ; but the fact of his being a Dominican, and therefore connected with the Inquisi- tion, made him an unpleasant visitor to those who saw his comings and goings, but who did not know their object. Squire Bernard thought that he knew why this Brother Anselmo came so often to the chateau, but he could not be certain that he was right. So he kept his ideas to himself, and did no more than hope that each visit of the friar might be the last. When the two brothers entered the chateau, they went directly to their mother's apartments. They found her in a large room, the floor of which was covered with soft rushes, for there were no carpets in those days. There was an abundance of furni- THE STORY OF VITEAU. 1 3 ture, but it was stiff and heavy, and on the walls there hung various pieces of tapestry, of silk or wool, most of which the good lady had embroidered herself. The Countess of Viteau was a woman of about thirty-five years of age, and of a sweet but dignified appearance and demeanor. She was evidently very fond of her children, and they were equally fond of her. She had a book in her hand when the boys entered (it should be remembered that she was one of the very few ladies of that day who read books), but she laid it down, and drew her sons to her, one on each side. " Mother," said Louis, as she leaned over to kiss the young fellow who was to leave her the next day for such a long, long time, — " Mother, I wish you would write a letter to the Count de Barran, and ask him to have me taught falconry as soon as possible, and also to get me a hawk of my own, and have him trained." "What put that into your head?" asked his mother, who could not help smiling at this absurd idea on the part of a boy who was going to begin life as a page, but who expected to enter at once into the sports and diversions of the grown-up nobility. " It was Raymond's falcon that made me think of it," said Louis. " I suppose I shall not see that bird 14 THE STORY OF VITEAU. fly, — at least, not for ever so long, — and so I want one of my own." " I did not intend you should know anything about Raymond's falcon," said his mother, " for I knew it would fill your head so full that there would be no room for anything else. But we will not talk of falcons now. I have a great deal to say to my little boy " " Not so very little either," said Louis, drawing him- self up to his full height. " Who is going away," continued his mother, " to learn to be a page, a squire, and a Christian knight." We need not know what she said to him, but the three were together until the room grew dark, and there was no treasure that Louis could take with him which could be so valuable as the motherly advice he received that afternoon. Louis was to start for Barran's castle in the fore- noon of the next day, and was to be accompanied by Bernard and a small body of archers, for, al- though there were no wars going on at that time, there was always danger from robbers. All over France, and in many other parts of Europe, there were well-organized bands of men who made a regular business of pillaging travelers on the highways. So it was necessary that Louis should have with him enough men to defend him against an attack by these brigands. THE STORY OF VITEAU. 1 5 Very early in the morning, — earlier than any one else in the chateau, excepting a few servants, — Louis arose and dressed himself. He did this very quietly, so as not to wake his brother. Then he stole softly down to a room in the lower part of the building, where he knew Bernard kept the falcon he was training. The door of this room was shut, but not locked, and Louis slipped in without waking the squire, who slept soundly in a chamber just across the passage-way. He closed the door, and looking around the room, into which a little light came from a small, high win- dow, he soon perceived the falcon sitting on a wooden perch, in a corner. The bird was unhooded, but was tied by the leg, with a short cord, to the perch. On a small table near by lay the hood. As Louis approached the falcon, it turned its head quickly towards him and slightly raised its wings. This threatening gesture made the boy hesitate; he did not want to be bitten or scratched. Drawing back, and looking about him, he saw a cloth lying upon a bench. Seizing this, he quickly threw it over the bird, untied the cord, and, muffling with the cloth a little bell which was fastened to one of the falcon's legs, Louis snatched up the hood from the table, and, with the bird under his arm, he hurried out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him. 16 THE STORY OF VITEAU. Out-of-doors, he quickly made his way to the little gate at the bottom of the grounds, and, through this, passed out into the road. When he reached a spot where he could not be seen from the chateau, he sat down, carefully uncovered the head of the falcon, and clapped over it the little hood. Then he threw aside the cloth, and set the bird upon his wrist, where it perched contentedly, although not find- ing it quite so firm a support as the strong hand of Bernard. While wearing the hood, which completely covered its eyes, it would not attempt to fly. " Now, then," said he to himself, " I shall try what this fine bird can do ; and when I have had an hour's sport, I shall take it back and put it on its perch, and no one will be any the worse for it. If I meet Bernard, as I go back, I shall not care. I shall have had my bit of falconry, and he can have his falcon. There must be herons, or some kind of birds, down in that field by the wood, where we saw Bernard yesterday." When Louis reached the field, he gazed eagerly into the air and all about him for some flying creature, after which he could send his falcon in chase. But nothing, excepting a few small birds, could he dis- cover, and he was not to be content with such game as they. If he had had dogs with him, or knew how himself to arouse the birds from their covers, THE STORY OF VITEAU. \J he might have had a chance to send his falcon after a long-legged heron, or a pheasant ; but no large bird chose to make its appearance, and poor Louis began to think that he would lose the one chance he had of seeing Raymond's falcon in pursuit of its prey. Suddenly, from under some bushes near the edge of the wood, a large hare leaped out, and went jumping across an open space towards a little copse a short distance beyond the spot where Louis stood. Our young hunter knew that falcons chased hares, and such small animals, as well as winged game, and he instantly jerked the hood from the head of his bird, and cast it off toward the flying hare. But, to his amazement, the falcon did not pursue the hare, which, in a few moments, disappeared in the copse. Louis did not know that hawks or fal- cons were not always trained to chase both hares and birds, and that this one had been accustomed to fly after winged game only. Instead of swooping upon the hare, which, it is probable, it did not see, the falcon rose into the air, and began to soar around in a great circle. " Perhaps it will see some game for itself," thought Louis, " and that will do just as well." But the falcon did not appear to be in pursuit of anything. It only flew around and around, apparently 1 8 THE STORY OF VITEAU. rising higher and higher each moment. Louis now became anxious for it to come down, so that he could try again in some other place to scare up some game, and he began to whistle and call, as he had heard the falconers do when they wished their birds to descend. But the falcon paid no attention to his calls, and, after rising to a great height, it flew away to the south, and presently was lost to sight. Poor Louis was overwhelmed with grief. It seemed to him that he could never hear anything so dismal as the last tinkle of the little bell on the falcon's leg, nor see anything so sad as the dark speck which he watched until it appeared to melt away into the distant sky. For some minutes Louis stood gazing up into the air, and then he hung his head, while a few tears came into his eyes. But he was a sturdy boy in mind and body, and he did not cry much. He slowly turned, and, with the hood of the falcon in his hand, went back to the house. " If they ask me about it, I shall tell them," he said to himself, " but I hope they will not find it out just as I am starting away." It was yet quite early when Louis reached his room, where he found his brother still asleep, and there was soon so much hurry and bustle, in the THE STORY OF VITEAU. 19 preparation for the departure of the little expedition, that the absence of the falcon did not seem to have been discovered. After a prolonged leave-taking, and a great many tears from his mother and brother, and from many of the retainers and servants of the chateau, Louis set forth for the castle of Barran. He rode his mother's palfrey, a small and gentle horse, and was followed by quite a train of archers and men-at- arms, headed by the trusty Bernard. CHAPTER III. WHEN the first pain caused by the separation from his dear mother and brother began to subside in Louis' heart, — and it must be admitted that it began to subside pretty soon, the day being so bright and everybody in such good spirits, — he -felt quite proud to see himself at the head of such a goodly company, and greatly wished that they would fall in with some enemy, so that he might have a little conquering to tell about when he should reach his future home. But no enemy was met, and, if a fight had taken place, it is not likely that the boy would have been able to boast of his part in it, for Bernard was very careful of his young charge, and as soon as they had left the neighborhood of the Chateau de Viteau, and had entered the forest through which ran their road for the greater part 30 S3f|| \ .■% » PES ^^~^ t SP®*^ T^^^<^^^ ■/: v. '- - ' ■■■ -^-v - -s-v*8«^