The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-04-14

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of the middle ages. Most famous Of
these tales are the French tales of
the thirteenth century, and from
one of them is taken the story pre-
sented today. 1t deals Nth that
part of the Champagne from Sois-
sons to Reims, where today long
line is held desperately by French
and Germans, who are face to face,
and IN some parts almost Within
touch of each other.
Messire William was a loyal knight
Of Champagne who was honOred by
all men who priced truth and nobility.
His fortune, however, did not equal
his merit. He possessed a castle, it Is
true; but the only income that he had
was obtained painfully in tournaments,
out of the ransoms of his overthrown
adversaries.
He owned only one thing that was
valuable. It was his horse. Gray 1t
was, fiower-bright of coat. Never had
men seen another such steed, so proud,
SO impetuous and yet so dainty of foot.
Men near and far coveted it and offered
him wealth for it, but he would not lis
ten. Between these two, knight and
horse, there was a great love as be-
tween brothers.
Poor as he was, Messire William set
his heart on the daughter of the rich
est lord in all the Champagne. She
was as good as she was beautiful,
which is no scanty praise, since the
minstrels all sang that she was in
truth part and parcel of the loneliness
Of their land.
She gave her heart to the tall, splen-
did knight, but never could they meet.
Her father kept her close, never per-
hitting her to pass from the battle
ments and walled gardens. Still the
knight rode to her castle every day,
and every day they saw each other and
talked love, though they could do 1t
only through gap In the masonry Of
a great wall.
Although he well knew the futility
Of 1t. Messire William ventured at
last to ask her father for her hand.
''Think you am so besotted as to give
my child to a knight who lives by
playY roared the old man. "She shall
marry no beggar have not yet found
the man, from SCISSORS to Reims, and
from Reims to Chalons, or from the
Lorraine to Germany, who Is rich
enough to match me! This.fruit is too
high for your seeking!"
Cursed be your fathers wealth"
said the knight when he saw his sweet
heart again.
81 would 60 with you gladly, and be
beggarW said she. "But my father
is old, and prayers will not move him,
for age and youth cannot understand
each other. Yet I would counsel you.
Have you not an uncle, fully as rich
as my father? And do these two not
greatly honor each other? Why do you
not ride to him and ask for his inter-
cession?"
The knight took courage and rode to
his aged relative, who not only agreed
to help him, but started at once, tell
castle and wait for word from him.
1t was an evil word that reached
him after week of anxious waiting. A
| friend brought him the news that his
uncle had wooed indeed, but not for
his nephew. He had wooed and won
for himself, and the girl, locked safely
within the castle, could do nothing but
wiring her hands.
Scarcely had the news reached the
poor knight before one of the noble
| mans varlets arrived to ask him for
| his steed. "My lord prays you," was
the message, ''to lead your beautiful
horse to carry his daughter in honor
and state to the church on her we'd
ding morn"
"May heaven bless my wicked uncle
never for this foul, reasonable deedw
lamented the knight. "He has killed
met Cain wrought no redder wrong
Yet will send my horse gladly to her
who gave me her dear love. 1t is the
last service 1 can do her. Never shall
I hear her sweet voice again or see her
come to meet me, daSnty-fairi Saddle
the horse with my best gear and lead
1t to the most tender of maidens!"
| That night the wedding company in
| the rich mans castle Toasted and made
| so merry that when the warders sound
ed their trumpets at dawn to awaken
all for the wedding journey to the
church, city guests and guards were
alike sleepy and before they had rid
den far they were nodding in their sad
dies.
Even those who were detailed to
| guard the bride rode with closed eyes.
Soon there was none to guide the
brides horse, for she rode weeping
| with thoughts far away, and the reins
| lay idle on the animals neck.
When the procession entered devil
| GUS forest trail, the horse, being left to
| itself, turned off on his own account
and entered hidden woodland path
that led to Messire Williams home.
The weeping bride became aware at
last that she was alone; but as the
horse ambled on with great gentleness,
and she did NOT know which way Tn