milleduecentosessantaquattro the twenty-fifth in September, at daybreak, the Duke of Auge climbed to the top of the tower his castle for a moment to consider the historical situation. He found it unclear. Remnants of the past in bulk dragged here and there. On the banks of the stream were camped near a Hun or two and while away a rooster, perhaps Eudeno, daringly dipped their feet in the cool current. He drew the horizon sgagome untrimmed some Roman Law, buckwheat, old Franco, unknown vandals. The Normans bevevan Calvados.
Il Duca d'Auge sighed without interrupting the careful consideration of those phenomena worn.
Huns cooked steak tartare, smoked Gitanes the Gaulois, the Romans drew Greek, the Franks played lire, the gate valve closed shutters. The Normans were drinking Calvados.
- This whole story, - said the Duke of Duke of Auge in Auge, - all this for a while 'word game for a bit' of anachronisms: a pittance. Will never escape?
Fascinated, he continued for several hours to observe those who resisted the crumbling remnants, then, without any apparent reason, left his post and went down to the lower floors of the castle, giving vent to his mood in passing that the desire he had to beat someone.
knocked, not his wife, inasmuch as the deceased, but his daughters, three in number; beat servants, carpets, some iron is still hot, the country, currency, and, ultimately, his head on the wall. This done, he was wanted for a trip, and decided to go to the Capital City in humble tool, accompanied only by Muscalliot page.
palfreys chose among his favorite roan named because Demosthenes spoke, still with the bit between his teeth.
- Ah, my good Demo, - said the Duke of Auge plaintive voice - great sadness, much melancholy overcomes me!
- Always the story? - Asked Sten.
- There is no joy in me that she is not dried, - said the Duke.
- Come on! You put in your worship saddle and go for a walk!
- My intention was this well, and still another.
- What ever?
- Going away for a few days.
- So yes I like! Where do you want the door, sir?
- Away! Here the mud is made of our flowers.
- ... of our blue flowers, I know. So what?
- Choose.
Il Duca d'Auge mounted on the back of Sten who made the following proposal:
- What would you say your honor to go and see to what extent are the work of the church of Notre-Dame?
- How? - Said the Duke, - not yet complete?
- It 's that we're going to check.
- If they pull it so far, those francs masons will eventually put up a mahomeria.
- Why not a buddisterio? or a knock-lao-TSER? or confucionale? We should not see everything so black, my Lord! On the street! We will take this opportunity to extend our feudal homage to the saintly King Louis the ninth of his name.
without waiting for response from master, Sten began to trot toward the drawbridge sank functionally. Muscalliot, who uttered not a word for fear of taking back the knob on the gums, was below Stéphane mounted, so called because of few words. As the Duke rehashed his bitterness and Muscalliot, following his cautious policy, persevered in silence, only Sten continued to chatter merrily and threw pleasant jokes to those who watched him go, the air Gallic Celts, Romans air cesaera , the Saracens air grain, the Huns with unique air, with a sly air Franks, Vandals and urban air alert. The Normans bevevan Calvados.
Nell'inchinarsi the passage of their well-loved lord, the peasants muttered dark threats, but knowing that would have been followed does not lead them farther than propi mustache, who had them.
On the road, Sten was a good pace and was silent: there was no traffic and he could not find partners, did not want to bother her knight, who felt dozing, as Stef and Muscalliot shared this reserve, the Duke d ' Auge ended up falling asleep.
lived a barge moored in the outpost of a big city and was called Cidrolin. the lobster was served at the table not too cool with a sea-green mayonnaise. Rub the paws of the beast with a nutcracker, Cidrolin told Cidrolin:
- Mica much, not much, to make cooking Lamelie never learn.
He added, more to himself:
- Where the hell I was, on that horse? I do not remember. Moreover, see the dreams as they are, never in my life are mounted on a horse. Cycling either: never in my life are mounted on a bicycle, but in a dream, I never go there by bicycle, on horseback. There must be an explanation, that's for sure. Sure quest'aragosta is not much, and even this mayonnaise, and if they learn to ride a horse? At Bois, for example. Or cycling.
- You would not even need a license - it's notes.
- Forget it. The
wear the cheese.
Gesso.
fruit.
full of worms.
Cidrolin wipes her mouth and whispers:
- That I have there.
- t'impedirà not to get your nap - you tell them.
not respond, the beach chair is waiting on deck. She covers her face with a handkerchief and here he is already in sight of the walls of the capital, no matter how many stages.
- Wow! - Sten said, - we.
Il Duca d'Auge was waking up with ompressione have eaten bad. It was then that Stephen, who had said nothing since they were started, he felt the need prnedere of the word, in these terms:
- Alma and illustrious city ...
- Silence! - Sten said. - If you heard about our good padrione would be accused of witchcraft.
- Brr, - said the Duke.
- And his page, ditto.
- Brr, - did Muscalliot.
And to show how fitting for a horse express, Sten snorted.
Il Duca d'Auge descended to the sounder retort, which had been recommand a troubadour passing through.
- Full name, title? - Martin asked the innkeeper.
- Duke d'Auge, - said the Duke of Auge, - name of Joachim. I'm accompanied by my page devoted Mouscalliot, son of Count Empoigne. My horse's name Sten and the other is called Stef.
- Domicile?
- Larche, near the bridge.
- all very Catholic, I believe, - said Martin.
- well I hope, - said the Duke - because with your questions begin to break my pockets.
- that his lordship will forgive me, is by order of King
- You do not want to ask me what I am doing in the capital?
- No need! His lordship is to visit our sluts which are the most beautiful of all Christendom. Our holy King can not suffer, but they eagerly participate in the financing of the next crusade.
- Mal t'apponi, innkeeper. I come to see that puinto we work with the church of Notre-Dame.
- The south tower is quiet ahead and now begins the north and joins the allery. also refer the parties to give up more light.
- Enough! - Shouted the Duke. - If you tell me everything, I do not restrerà to go home, which does not suit me.
- not suited to me either, so port immantimenti dinner.
The Duke eat plentifully, he went to bed, slept a good appetite.
had not yet finished his siesta, when the nomadic duo woke questioning from the shore. Cidrolin replied by signs, but they certainly did not understand that language, as it descended the slope to the runway and boarded the barge. They were camping in a camper male and female.
- Skiuzate EUSSO, - said the camper male - lost nostros sind.
- started well, - said Cidrolin.
- Buy? Egar ... Lost.
- Sad fate.
- Camping? Luen? EUSSO ... lost.
- Chat chat, - murmured Cidrolin - but speaks in the vernacular or in European neo-Babel?
- Ah, ah, - said the other with manifest signs of satisfaction - you fersteate the IUROPE?
- A little, - said Cidrolin - but put down the backpack, noble foreigners, and take a glass with me before leaving.
- Ah, ah, includes: glass.
Bright, the noble stranger put his backpack, then designed the furniture for the need, squatted on the system, easily crossing the fambe under him. The lady who accompanied him did the same.
- will be Japanese? - Cidrolin wondered quietly. - But they Buondi hair. What are the aino?
And turning to the boy
- aino Do not think, do you?
- I? No. Me: Little Friend tutot the world.
- Capito: pacifist?
- Jawohl. And that glass?
- O European, keep calm while!
Cidrolin clapped his hands and called
- Lamelie! Lamelie!
It appeared.
- Lamela, the drinking water for these noble foreigners.
- From Drinking what?
- That alcoholic beverage obtained by fermentation dellessenza fennel, and is poured into the glass in small dose and then diluted with water.
There is eclipsed.
Cidrolin leaned towards the nomads.
- So, my birds, you have ferloren?
- Sperduti, - said the girl. - Complètement Paumès.
- sweet, would you French?
- Not yet: Canadian.
- And this glass? - Asked the squatting. - Schnell, from mulch!
- A little 'pain in the ass - Cidrolin said.
- Oh, it's not bad.
- And of course you leave both the camping camp for campers.
- We're looking for.
- You are almost there. E 'along the river, less than five hundred meters to the world from here.
- We sind Arrives! - Exclaimed the young man resumed his feet unzolo movement. - Sri hundred yards? Allons!
He put the backpack, a backpack that had to be on the ton.
- We are waiting for the essence of fennel, - she said without moving.
- Uell, uell.
returned to drop a ton of his impedimenta and sit on the plant with the same ease that a lotus flower.
Cidrolin smiled at the girl and the Siddi with complimentary air:
- Schooled!
- Schooled? Not understood.
- Yes, just move your finger and obey.
The girl shrugged.
- Start your brain, - he said. - It is because it is free, not because it is taught. Had instructed the yarn should be straight camping camp for campers. Remains because it's free.
- There is, of thought, in a head so small - Cidrolin murmured, looking with attention to the Canadian piou that displayed the blond hair of the thighs and the soles of shoes. - Oh yes that there is ...
In that, he was served with fennel and the essence of natural water. They drank.
- And how is that Nomad? - Asked Cidrolin. - On foot, on horseback, by car? bike, motorbike, car, bow?
- in sleep, - answered the girl.
- Hitchhiking?
- Sure, icciaìking.
- I hitchhiked I do with taxi. It 's more expensive.
- The money I do not care.
- Okay. And my essence of fennel?
- Not bad. I, the best pure water.
- There is never pure. The river is sewage and chlorinated tap water.
- She wants him to sing something?
- to do?
- To thank you.
- Essence of fennel?
- hospitality.
- Very nice. Thanks.
The girl turned to the young man and said
- Sing.
He dug in his bag, took out a banjo minimum size and began to scrape the strings. After some preliminary arrangements, he opened his mouth and understood these words:
- J'aime Paimpol et sa cliff, I'm sorry clocher et son vieux ...
- Where did you learn? - Cidrolin asked when it was over, after thanking the virtuous.
- A Paimpol, of course, - said the Canadian.
- Atupido that, - said Cidrolin holding hands on the forehead. - I never thought of.
The minibanjo was reinstated in the rucksack. The young man took up the upright and shook hands with Cidrolin.
- Sanxia, \u200b\u200b- he said - is riverertchi.
And to the girl
- Schnell! Cisivà or nosivapyou?
The girl stands up with grace and s'imbasta of his saddle.
- dressage - Cidrolin said quietly. The nomad
protested
- Nein! Nein! Non teacher: Lipera. Sie iz Lipera. Gone to the campus Bicos sie iz de Allé Lipera to the campus.
- Yes, but yes.
- Hello, - said the girl having to turn his hand to Cidrolin. - Thanks again and maybe come back to see if you have the time.
- Well, - said Cidrolin.
He looked at them climb up the escarpment with all their luggage.
- It takes back to the job he, - he said.
- Do not Look Back? - Asked Lamelie.
- I think not. No, never come again. What do I come? I just started and so if I remember them. yet exist, they deserve to be, no doubt. Never return to get lost in the labyrinth of my memory. It 'was an accident of no importance. There are dreams that run accident as unimportant things in life with open eyes even if they would consider the memory, and yet occupy the morning when you grab them while they push in disarray at the door of the eyelids. Will I dream?
Lamelie not had to say neither yes nor no, and the rest had not even waited until the end of the speech.
Cidrolin see the clock on the square and saw, not without satisfaction that the episode of the nomads who had not been a very brief interlude in which he granted the siesta time, and that it could be worthily prolonged siesta for a few minutes . It then relaxes on a deck chair and was able to sleep again.
Il Duca d'Auge sighed without interrupting the careful consideration of those phenomena worn.
Huns cooked steak tartare, smoked Gitanes the Gaulois, the Romans drew Greek, the Franks played lire, the gate valve closed shutters. The Normans were drinking Calvados.
- This whole story, - said the Duke of Duke of Auge in Auge, - all this for a while 'word game for a bit' of anachronisms: a pittance. Will never escape?
Fascinated, he continued for several hours to observe those who resisted the crumbling remnants, then, without any apparent reason, left his post and went down to the lower floors of the castle, giving vent to his mood in passing that the desire he had to beat someone.
knocked, not his wife, inasmuch as the deceased, but his daughters, three in number; beat servants, carpets, some iron is still hot, the country, currency, and, ultimately, his head on the wall. This done, he was wanted for a trip, and decided to go to the Capital City in humble tool, accompanied only by Muscalliot page.
palfreys chose among his favorite roan named because Demosthenes spoke, still with the bit between his teeth.
- Ah, my good Demo, - said the Duke of Auge plaintive voice - great sadness, much melancholy overcomes me!
- Always the story? - Asked Sten.
- There is no joy in me that she is not dried, - said the Duke.
- Come on! You put in your worship saddle and go for a walk!
- My intention was this well, and still another.
- What ever?
- Going away for a few days.
- So yes I like! Where do you want the door, sir?
- Away! Here the mud is made of our flowers.
- ... of our blue flowers, I know. So what?
- Choose.
Il Duca d'Auge mounted on the back of Sten who made the following proposal:
- What would you say your honor to go and see to what extent are the work of the church of Notre-Dame?
- How? - Said the Duke, - not yet complete?
- It 's that we're going to check.
- If they pull it so far, those francs masons will eventually put up a mahomeria.
- Why not a buddisterio? or a knock-lao-TSER? or confucionale? We should not see everything so black, my Lord! On the street! We will take this opportunity to extend our feudal homage to the saintly King Louis the ninth of his name.
without waiting for response from master, Sten began to trot toward the drawbridge sank functionally. Muscalliot, who uttered not a word for fear of taking back the knob on the gums, was below Stéphane mounted, so called because of few words. As the Duke rehashed his bitterness and Muscalliot, following his cautious policy, persevered in silence, only Sten continued to chatter merrily and threw pleasant jokes to those who watched him go, the air Gallic Celts, Romans air cesaera , the Saracens air grain, the Huns with unique air, with a sly air Franks, Vandals and urban air alert. The Normans bevevan Calvados.
Nell'inchinarsi the passage of their well-loved lord, the peasants muttered dark threats, but knowing that would have been followed does not lead them farther than propi mustache, who had them.
On the road, Sten was a good pace and was silent: there was no traffic and he could not find partners, did not want to bother her knight, who felt dozing, as Stef and Muscalliot shared this reserve, the Duke d ' Auge ended up falling asleep.
lived a barge moored in the outpost of a big city and was called Cidrolin. the lobster was served at the table not too cool with a sea-green mayonnaise. Rub the paws of the beast with a nutcracker, Cidrolin told Cidrolin:
- Mica much, not much, to make cooking Lamelie never learn.
He added, more to himself:
- Where the hell I was, on that horse? I do not remember. Moreover, see the dreams as they are, never in my life are mounted on a horse. Cycling either: never in my life are mounted on a bicycle, but in a dream, I never go there by bicycle, on horseback. There must be an explanation, that's for sure. Sure quest'aragosta is not much, and even this mayonnaise, and if they learn to ride a horse? At Bois, for example. Or cycling.
- You would not even need a license - it's notes.
- Forget it. The
wear the cheese.
Gesso.
fruit.
full of worms.
Cidrolin wipes her mouth and whispers:
- That I have there.
- t'impedirà not to get your nap - you tell them.
not respond, the beach chair is waiting on deck. She covers her face with a handkerchief and here he is already in sight of the walls of the capital, no matter how many stages.
- Wow! - Sten said, - we.
Il Duca d'Auge was waking up with ompressione have eaten bad. It was then that Stephen, who had said nothing since they were started, he felt the need prnedere of the word, in these terms:
- Alma and illustrious city ...
- Silence! - Sten said. - If you heard about our good padrione would be accused of witchcraft.
- Brr, - said the Duke.
- And his page, ditto.
- Brr, - did Muscalliot.
And to show how fitting for a horse express, Sten snorted.
Il Duca d'Auge descended to the sounder retort, which had been recommand a troubadour passing through.
- Full name, title? - Martin asked the innkeeper.
- Duke d'Auge, - said the Duke of Auge, - name of Joachim. I'm accompanied by my page devoted Mouscalliot, son of Count Empoigne. My horse's name Sten and the other is called Stef.
- Domicile?
- Larche, near the bridge.
- all very Catholic, I believe, - said Martin.
- well I hope, - said the Duke - because with your questions begin to break my pockets.
- that his lordship will forgive me, is by order of King
- You do not want to ask me what I am doing in the capital?
- No need! His lordship is to visit our sluts which are the most beautiful of all Christendom. Our holy King can not suffer, but they eagerly participate in the financing of the next crusade.
- Mal t'apponi, innkeeper. I come to see that puinto we work with the church of Notre-Dame.
- The south tower is quiet ahead and now begins the north and joins the allery. also refer the parties to give up more light.
- Enough! - Shouted the Duke. - If you tell me everything, I do not restrerà to go home, which does not suit me.
- not suited to me either, so port immantimenti dinner.
The Duke eat plentifully, he went to bed, slept a good appetite.
had not yet finished his siesta, when the nomadic duo woke questioning from the shore. Cidrolin replied by signs, but they certainly did not understand that language, as it descended the slope to the runway and boarded the barge. They were camping in a camper male and female.
- Skiuzate EUSSO, - said the camper male - lost nostros sind.
- started well, - said Cidrolin.
- Buy? Egar ... Lost.
- Sad fate.
- Camping? Luen? EUSSO ... lost.
- Chat chat, - murmured Cidrolin - but speaks in the vernacular or in European neo-Babel?
- Ah, ah, - said the other with manifest signs of satisfaction - you fersteate the IUROPE?
- A little, - said Cidrolin - but put down the backpack, noble foreigners, and take a glass with me before leaving.
- Ah, ah, includes: glass.
Bright, the noble stranger put his backpack, then designed the furniture for the need, squatted on the system, easily crossing the fambe under him. The lady who accompanied him did the same.
- will be Japanese? - Cidrolin wondered quietly. - But they Buondi hair. What are the aino?
And turning to the boy
- aino Do not think, do you?
- I? No. Me: Little Friend tutot the world.
- Capito: pacifist?
- Jawohl. And that glass?
- O European, keep calm while!
Cidrolin clapped his hands and called
- Lamelie! Lamelie!
It appeared.
- Lamela, the drinking water for these noble foreigners.
- From Drinking what?
- That alcoholic beverage obtained by fermentation dellessenza fennel, and is poured into the glass in small dose and then diluted with water.
There is eclipsed.
Cidrolin leaned towards the nomads.
- So, my birds, you have ferloren?
- Sperduti, - said the girl. - Complètement Paumès.
- sweet, would you French?
- Not yet: Canadian.
- And this glass? - Asked the squatting. - Schnell, from mulch!
- A little 'pain in the ass - Cidrolin said.
- Oh, it's not bad.
- And of course you leave both the camping camp for campers.
- We're looking for.
- You are almost there. E 'along the river, less than five hundred meters to the world from here.
- We sind Arrives! - Exclaimed the young man resumed his feet unzolo movement. - Sri hundred yards? Allons!
He put the backpack, a backpack that had to be on the ton.
- We are waiting for the essence of fennel, - she said without moving.
- Uell, uell.
returned to drop a ton of his impedimenta and sit on the plant with the same ease that a lotus flower.
Cidrolin smiled at the girl and the Siddi with complimentary air:
- Schooled!
- Schooled? Not understood.
- Yes, just move your finger and obey.
The girl shrugged.
- Start your brain, - he said. - It is because it is free, not because it is taught. Had instructed the yarn should be straight camping camp for campers. Remains because it's free.
- There is, of thought, in a head so small - Cidrolin murmured, looking with attention to the Canadian piou that displayed the blond hair of the thighs and the soles of shoes. - Oh yes that there is ...
In that, he was served with fennel and the essence of natural water. They drank.
- And how is that Nomad? - Asked Cidrolin. - On foot, on horseback, by car? bike, motorbike, car, bow?
- in sleep, - answered the girl.
- Hitchhiking?
- Sure, icciaìking.
- I hitchhiked I do with taxi. It 's more expensive.
- The money I do not care.
- Okay. And my essence of fennel?
- Not bad. I, the best pure water.
- There is never pure. The river is sewage and chlorinated tap water.
- She wants him to sing something?
- to do?
- To thank you.
- Essence of fennel?
- hospitality.
- Very nice. Thanks.
The girl turned to the young man and said
- Sing.
He dug in his bag, took out a banjo minimum size and began to scrape the strings. After some preliminary arrangements, he opened his mouth and understood these words:
- J'aime Paimpol et sa cliff, I'm sorry clocher et son vieux ...
- Where did you learn? - Cidrolin asked when it was over, after thanking the virtuous.
- A Paimpol, of course, - said the Canadian.
- Atupido that, - said Cidrolin holding hands on the forehead. - I never thought of.
The minibanjo was reinstated in the rucksack. The young man took up the upright and shook hands with Cidrolin.
- Sanxia, \u200b\u200b- he said - is riverertchi.
And to the girl
- Schnell! Cisivà or nosivapyou?
The girl stands up with grace and s'imbasta of his saddle.
- dressage - Cidrolin said quietly. The nomad
protested
- Nein! Nein! Non teacher: Lipera. Sie iz Lipera. Gone to the campus Bicos sie iz de Allé Lipera to the campus.
- Yes, but yes.
- Hello, - said the girl having to turn his hand to Cidrolin. - Thanks again and maybe come back to see if you have the time.
- Well, - said Cidrolin.
He looked at them climb up the escarpment with all their luggage.
- It takes back to the job he, - he said.
- Do not Look Back? - Asked Lamelie.
- I think not. No, never come again. What do I come? I just started and so if I remember them. yet exist, they deserve to be, no doubt. Never return to get lost in the labyrinth of my memory. It 'was an accident of no importance. There are dreams that run accident as unimportant things in life with open eyes even if they would consider the memory, and yet occupy the morning when you grab them while they push in disarray at the door of the eyelids. Will I dream?
Lamelie not had to say neither yes nor no, and the rest had not even waited until the end of the speech.
Cidrolin see the clock on the square and saw, not without satisfaction that the episode of the nomads who had not been a very brief interlude in which he granted the siesta time, and that it could be worthily prolonged siesta for a few minutes . It then relaxes on a deck chair and was able to sleep again.
