第38章 Chapter 17(1)

A Royal Banquet MADAME,seeing me pacific and unresentful,no doubt judged that I was deceived by her excuse;for her fright dissolved away,and she was soon so importunate to have me give an exhibition and kill somebody,that the thing grew to be embarrassing.However,to my relief she was presently interrupted by the call to prayers.I will say this much for the nobility:that,tyrannical,murderous,rapacious,and morally rotten as they were,they were deeply and enthusiastically religious.Nothing could divert them from the regular and faithful performance of the pieties enjoined by the Church.More than once I had seen a noble who had gotten his enemy at a disadvantage,stop to pray before cutting his throat;more than once I had seen a noble,after ambushing and despatching his enemy,retire to the nearest wayside shrine and humbly give thanks,without even waiting to rob the body.There was to be nothing finer or sweeter in the life of even Benvenuto Cellini,that rough-hewn saint,ten centuries later.All the nobles of Britain,with their families,attended divine service morning and night daily,in their private chapels,and even the worst of them had family worship five or six times a day besides.The credit of this belonged entirely to the Church.

Although I was no friend to that Catholic Church,I was obliged to admit this.And often,in spite of me,I found myself saying,"What would this country be without the Church?"After prayers we had dinner in a great banqueting hall which was lighted by hundreds of grease-jets,and everything was as fine and lavish and rudely splendid as might become the royal degree of the hosts.At the head of the hall,on a dais,was the table of the king,queen,and their son,Prince Uwaine.Stretching down the hall from this,was the general table,on the floor.At this,above the salt,sat the visiting nobles and the grown members of their families,of both sexes,--the resident Court,in effect --sixty-one persons;below the salt sat minor officers of the household,with their principal subordinates:altogether a hundred and eighteen persons sitting,and about as many liveried servants standing behind their chairs,or serving in one capacity or another.It was a very fine show.In a gallery a band with cymbals,horns,harps,and other horrors,opened the proceedings with what seemed to be the crude first-draft or original agony of the wail known to later centuries as "In the Sweet Bye and Bye."It was new,and ought to have been rehearsed a little more.For some reason or other the queen had the composer hanged,after dinner.

After this music,the priest who stood behind the royal table said a noble long grace in ostensible Latin.Then the battalion of waiters broke away from their posts,and darted,rushed,flew,fetched and carried,and the mighty feeding began;no words anywhere,but absorbing attention to business.The rows of chops opened and shut in vast unison,and the sound of it was like to the muffled burr of subterranean machinery.

The havoc continued an hour and a half,and unimaginable was the destruction of substantials.Of the chief feature of the feast --the huge wild boar that lay stretched out so portly and imposing at the start --nothing was left but the semblance of a hoop-skirt;and he was but the type and symbol of what had happened to all the other dishes.

With the pastries and so on,the heavy drinking began --and the talk.

Gallon after gallon of wine and mead disappeared,and everybody got comfortable,then happy,then sparklingly joyous --both sexes,--and by and by pretty noisy.Men told anecdotes that were terrific to hear,but nobody blushed;and when the nub was sprung,the assemblage let go with a horse-laugh that shook the fortress.Ladies answered back with historiettes that would almost have made Queen Margaret of Navarre or even the great Elizabeth of England hide behind a handkerchief,but nobody hid here,but only laughed --howled,you may say.In pretty much all of these dreadful stories,ecclesiastics were the hardy heroes,but that didn't worry the chaplain any,he had his laugh with the rest;more than that,upon invitation he roared out a song which was of as daring a sort as any that was sung that night.

By midnight everybody was fagged out,and sore with laughing;and,as a rule,drunk:some weepingly,some affectionately,some hilariously,some quarrelsomely,some dead and under the table.Of the ladies,the worst spectacle was a lovely young duchess,whose wedding-eve this was;and indeed she was a spectacle,sure enough.Just as she was she could have sat in advance for the portrait of the young daughter of the Regent d'Orleans,at the famous dinner whence she was carried,foul-mouthed,intoxicated,and helpless,to her bed,in the lost and lamented days of the Ancient Regime.

Suddenly,even while the priest was lifting his hands,and all conscious heads were bowed in reverent expectation of the coming blessing,there appeared under the arch of the far-off door at the bottom of the hall an old and bent and white-haired lady,leaning upon a crutch-stick;and she lifted the stick and pointed it toward the queen and cried out:

"The wrath and curse of God fall upon you,woman without pity,who have slain mine innocent grandchild and made desolate this old heart that had nor chick,nor friend nor stay nor comfort in all this world but him!"Everybody crossed himself in a grisly fright,for a curse was an awful thing to those people;but the queen rose up majestic,with the death-light in her eye,and flung back this ruthless command:

"Lay hands on her!To the stake with her!"The guards left their posts to obey.It was a shame;it was a cruel thing to see.What could be done?Sandy gave me a look;I knew she had another inspiration.I said:

"Do what you choose."

She was up and facing toward the queen in a moment.She indicated me,and said: