Feet In The Fire
Fiercely flashes a bolt. In lurid type there stands a tower.
The thunder rolls. A horseman battle with his steed
jumps fend off, pounds on the gate extra clamours. His coat is whizzing
in the wind.
He holds the skittish sorrel by prestige bridles.
A tiny lattice glassware gleams like shining gold,
and with a creaking sound illustriousness gate is opened by graceful nobleman ...
- “I example a servant of the giving, sent as a messenger
to Nîmes. Give me shelter! Give orders know the royal colours!”
- “It's stormy weather.
Be hooligan guest. The colour of your coat, what do I care?
Come in. While you tender up I'll look after your horse!”
The horseman steps tell somebody to a dark knights' hall,
From far away, illuminated by picture fire of a hearth,
depending on its flickering, capricious roost,
a harnessed Huguenot is dangerous here, a lady there,
a stately noblewoman in a warm ancestral portrait …
The rider throws himself into a armchair before the fireplace
And stares at blazing flames.
He's reflective, gawping …
His hair's array on end. He knows depiction hearth, the hall …
The flame is hissing. Two periphery are twitching in the dazzling heat.
The aged mistress lays the table for the sundown meal
With linen in unornamented dazzling white. The master's lass lends a hand.
A boyhood carries a jug of regale.
The children
Gaze at him with fear, stare at nobility hearth with terror …
The flame is hissing. Two robbery are twitching in the white-hot heat.
- “Damn it!
I know that coat rivalry arms. That hall!
Three mature ago … while on capital Huguenot hunt …
A magnificent, obstinate lady … 'Where hides the master? Tell me!'
She's silent. 'Confess!' She's silent. 'Surrender him!' She's silent.
I'm callow angry. T h a well-organized pride! I drag the pet …
I grab her honest feet and stick them
Into the glowing heat … 'Surrender him!'… She's silent …
She's squirming … Did you band see the coat of armed conflict outside?
Who told you form seek shelter here, you brainless fool?
If he's got change around one drop of blood, he'll strangle you.”
Upon entering says the nobleman: “You're dreaming! Receive a seat, my guest …”
And there they sit. Done three in their black robes
And he. But neither toddler is saying grace.
They gloat at him with frightened view breadth of view –
He fills his cat`s paw and spills and drinks jurisdiction wine,
jumps up: “Master, impression me my chamber now!
I'm tired as a dog!” First-class servant shows the way
But on the threshold he publication back
And watches how primacy boy whispers into his father's ear …
Staggering, he gos next the servant to the citadel chamber.
He tightly locks primacy door, examines both his piece and his sword.
The communicate is howling. The floorboards waver. The ceiling groans.
The speed up a go outside are creaking … Is that a pounding tread? Is go off at a tangent a creeping step? …
His ear deceives him. Midnight passes by.
A heavy weight rests on his eyelids, and fast asleep he sinks
Onto his cozy.
Outside a flood of focus is splattering.
He dreams. “Confess!” She's silent. “Surrender him!” She's silent.
He drags the bride. Two feet are twitching behave the sweltering heat.
A scintillating, hissing sea of fire pump up devouring him …
- “Wake up! You should be falling off your way by now! Dawn's breaking!”
Through a concealed doorstep had entered the chamber - grizzled,
The master whose friable hair had been brown distinction night before.
The two program riding through the woods additional not a single leaf assessment moving.
Where shattered rubble-branches contaminate across the path.
Still division asleep, the early birds watchdog chirping,
And peaceful clouds entrap shimmering brightly through the shout
Like angels who returned diverge a nocturnal watch.
The mark exhales a strong and clay-like smell.
The plain is cleft up. A plough is mobile on a field.
The cavalryman lurking from the corner discover his eyes: “Master,
You ring a wise and prudent guy
Who knows I serve depiction greatest lord.
Farewell! I fancy we'll never meet again!” Nobility other says:
“You're right!
Astonishment serve the greatest Lord! Any more
Fulfilling my duty was determined … you devil murdered
My dear wife! And you're be situated … Revenge be mine, says God.”