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5NCOTE:-The text of this Legend, in French of the
end of the Twelfth Century, was published by
Foerster in the “Romania,” Vol. II, 1872, from
a MS. in the Arsenal. Nothing is known of its
origin. Gröber published the variants of two other
MSS. in the “Zeitschrift für Romanische Philo-
/ogie” for 1880. The Transcriber has occasionally
availed himself of these alternative readings. The
Legend is written in lines of eight syllables, rhymed
in couplets. * § sºN
Ps H*WicksTeed.
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£N the lives of the What
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&#3 º ’ the min-
} where is store of strel.
Now I will not say that others full
as fair may not be heard—ay !
many a one—but I say that this
is not to be so scorned but it is
worth narrating. I will therefore
tell you and relate of what befell
a certain minstrel.
He wandered so far to and fro,

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How he over So many a plot and place, that
*nºted he grew a-weary of the world and
º gave himself up to a Holy Order.
Horses and robes and money, and
whatsoever he had he straight
surrendered to it, and clean dis-
missed himself from the world, re-
solved never again to set teeth in it.
Wherefore he entered that Holy
Order—as folk say—in Clairvaux.
And when this dancer had given
himself to it, albeit he was well
adorned and beauteous, comely and
well made, he knew no trade that
he could ply therein. For all his
life he had spent in tumbling and
leaping and dancing. How to trip
and spring he understood, but
naught beside, for he had conned
no other lesson—nor pater noster,
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e ways.
When he had entered the Order,
he saw those folk high-shorn con-
verse by signs, while no Sound
passed their lips; and he supposed
for sure that they could speak no
otherwise. But presently he learned
the truth, and knew that for penance
they were forbidden to speak, there-
fore somewhiles they were silent;
whereat it came into his mind that
he too ought often to keep his
silence; and he held his peace so
meekly and so long, he had not
spoken all the day had they not bid-
den him to do it; whereat there was
no little laughter many a time. The
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each
Jer),es
God.
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man was all abashed amongst them,
for he knew not to do or say aught
with which they were busied there,
and he was sore grieved and sad
thereat. He beheld the monks and
the converts, as each one served
God here and there according to
such office as he held. He saw
the priests at the altars, for such
was their duty, the deacons at the
gospels, the sub-deacons at the
vigils, while the acolytes stood
ready for the epistles, in due time.
One recites verses, and another a
lesson, and the choristers are at
the psalters, and the converts at
the misereres—for so they order
their lamentings—and even the
simplest at pater nosters. Through
offices and cloisters he gazes every-
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where, up and down, and sees in But be
remote recesses here five, here three, haſ no
here two, here one. He looks”
fixedly, if he may, at every one.
The one has to lament, the other
weep, a third to groan and sigh.
Much he wonders what ails them.
“Holy Mary!” he says, “what ails
these folk that they bear them thus
and show such grief? Methinks
they are perturbed indeed, that
they all make such lamentations.”
Then he added, “Holy Maryl—
ahl woe is me, what have I said I
I trow they are praying God for
mercy. But, O wretched me ! what
am I doing? For there is none
here so caitiff but who vies with all
the rest in serving God after his
trade; but I had no business here,
I I
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He for I know not what to do or Say.
#.º A very wretch was I when I gave
Lady myself to the Order, for I know
for nor prayer, nor aught that is good.
tº: * I see them—one before and another
behind—while I only walk with
nose in air and consume victuals
for nothing. If I am found out in
this I shall foully fall, for they will
thrust me out to the dogs. And
here am I, a strong villain, doing
naught but eat. Verily I am
wretched in a high degree.” Then
in despite he wept for woe, and
for his part would he were dead.
“Holy Mary, mother!” he said,
“do pray your Sovereign Father
that he hold me in his pleasure,
and send me his good counsel, that
I may have power to serve him and
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you, and may earn the victuals that He finds
I take: for I know well that I mis- º jºr
receive them.” crypt.
Thus maddened with grief he
went his way, till, searching through
the monastery, he came upon a
crypt, and crouched down by an
altar, pressing up as close to it as
might be. Above the altar was the
form of my lady, the Holy Mary.
He had not lost his way when he
came to that place | No, verily, for
God, who well knows how to call
his own to him, led him there.
When he heard them sound for
Mass he leapt up, all dismayed.
“Ah !” he cried, “how am I be-
trayed Now each one will say
his stave, and here am I like a
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He tethered ox, doing naught but
"ſº browse, and spoiling victuals for
... no good—Shall I say it? Shall
as he I do it? By the mother of God I
*” will I shall ne'er be blamed for
it, if I do what I have learned, and
serve the mother of God in her
monastery according to my trade.
The rest serve in chanting, and I
will serve in tumbling.”
He removes his cloak and strips
himself, and lays his clothes beside
the altar; but, that his flesh be not
all naked, he keeps on an under-
coat, right fine and thin, scarce
more than a shift. Then he stood,
just in his body, well girt and
adorned. He girds his coat and
takes his stand, turns towards the
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image right humbly, and looks How he
upon it. “ Lady." says he, “to #.
your protection I commend my our
body and my soul. Sweet queen, Lady.
Sweet lady, despise not what I
know: for I would fain essay to
serve you in good faith, if God aid
me, without guile. I can nor chant,
nor read to you; but, certes, I would
pick for you a choice of all my
finest feats. Now, may I be like
the bull-calf that leaps and bounds
before his mother. Lady, who art
no whit bitter to such as serve you
truly, whatsoever I am, may it be
for you.” Then he began his leaps
before her, low and small, great
and high, first under and then over.
Then he threw himself on his knees
again before the image, and saluted
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dipers
Vaults
he made.
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it. “Ah!” he says, “all-sweet
Queen l of your pity and of your
frankness, despise not my service.”
Then he tumbled and leapt, and
made, in festal guise, the vault of
Metz around his head. He saluted
the image and adored it, and
honoured it with all his might.
Then he did the French vault and
then the vault of Champagne, and
then he did the Spanish vault and
then the vaults they do in Brittany,
and then the vault of Lorraine, and
strained himself to do the best of
all his power. Then he did the
Roman vault, and put his hand
before his brow and danced so
featly, as he gazed right humbly at
the image of the Mother of God.
“Lady,” he said, “this is a choice
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performance. I do it for no other He will
but for you; so aid me God, I do :
not—for you and for your son I Lady
And this I dare avouch and boast, as her
that for me it is no playwork. *
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But I am serving you, and that
pays me. The others serve, and
So do I. Lady, despise not your
slave, for I serve you for your dis-
port. Lady, you are the mon-foie
that kindles all the world.” Then
he tumbled with his feet up in the
air, walked and went on his two
hands that he might journey closer
to the ground. He twists with his
feet and weeps with his eyes.
“Lady,” he says, “I adore you
with heart and body, feet and
hands, for I can nor more nor less.
Henceforth I will ever be your
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How he minstrel. They shall sing in there
** together, and I will come here to
whilst -> º
º, entertain you. Lady, you can guide
sing the me. For God's sake do not despise
* me.” Then he beat his breast in
penitence, he sighed and wept
right tenderly, for he knew not
how else to pray. Then he turned
back and made a leap. “Lady,”
he said, “So save me God, I
ne'er did that before 1 This does
not rank among inferior feats, and
is all new. Lady what fill of joy-
ance should he have who might
abide with you in your glorious
manor. For God's sake, Lady, re-
ceive me therein, for I am yours,
and no whit my own.” Then he
did the vault of Metz again, and
tumbled and danced right there.
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And when he heard them raise the He
chants he laid too in right good ºute'
earnest, and as long as the Mass fº,
lasted his body did not cease to andgoes
dance and trip and leap, till “”.
he waxed so faint he might no
longer stand upon his feet, but
fell upon the ground and dropped
for very weariness. And as blood
drips from the spit so the sweat
started from him, head to foot, from
end to end. “Lady,” he said, “I
can do no more now ; but, indeed,
I’ll come again.” With heat he
seemed all burning. He puts on
his vestments again, and when he
is clothed salutes the image and
goes his way. “Adieu,” he says,
“sweetest friend. For God's sake
be not cast down, for if I can I will
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come again. At every hour * I
would serve you the very best that
may be, if it please you, and if I
can.” Then he went away, still
looking at the image. “Lady,” he
said, “what pity that I know not
all those psalters | Right gladly
would I say them for love of you,
most Sweet Lady. To you I com-
mend my body and my soul.”
This life he led long time, for at
every hour thenceforth he went to
render his service and his homage
before the image; for he took mar-
vellous delight therein, and did it
with a right good-will, so that no
day was ever so weary but what he
* Ze., the canonical hours of matins, nones,
vespers and compline. So throughout the story.
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did his best therein to entertain the god
Mother of God; and never did he lº.
desire other sport. Now they knew, º, *
of course, that he went every day con-
into the crypt, but no man on earth **
knew, save God, what it was that
he did there, nor would he, for all
the wealth the world possesses, have
had any know his doings save only
the Lord God alone. For he well
believed that so soon as they should
know they would chase him out
and force him into the world again,
which is all seething with sins, and
he would liefer die than ever be
bitten again by sin. But God, who
knew his meaning, and how great
was his compunction, and the love
that made him do it, would not
have his deed concealed. Rather
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without
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naught.
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did the Sire will and decree that
the doings of his friend should be
known and manifested, for his
Mother's sake, whom he had feted,
and that all should know and
understand and perceive that God
rejects no one who comes to him
in love, of whatsoever trade he be,
if only he love God and do right.
Now, do you suppose that God
would have prized his service had
he not loved 2 Not a whit, how-
ever much he tumbled ! But it
was his love that he prized. Do
penance and toil all you may, keep
fast and vigil all you may, weep all
you may and sigh, groan and pray,
and give yourself to discipline, and
go to Mass and matin, and give all
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you have, and pay all you owe : He is
yet, if you love not God with all ºamed
your heart, all these good things º:
are thrown away — be well as- ing
sured—and avail you naught at ”
all for salvation; for without love
and without pity all labour counts
for nothing. God asks not gold
nor silver, but only true love in
folks' hearts. And this man loved
God unfeigningly, and that was
why God prized his service.
So went it with the good man
long space. I cannot number you
the years that the good man was
thus at ease; but the time came
when he was very ill at ease: for a
monk took note of him, and blamed
him much in his heart for that he
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A monk came not to matins. He wondered
seeing what became of him, and said that
his
tumb-
ling.
he would never stop till he knew
what sort of man this was, and
for what he was worth, and how
he earned his bread.* The monk
observed and tracked and spied
him out until he plainly saw him
plying his trade without disguise,
as I have told you. “In faith,”
said he, “here is fine sport l and
methinks greater doings than all the
rest of ours put together There
are the others at their orisons, and
toiling for the houses, while he is
dancing as proudly as if he had a
hundred marks of silver. He does
* Z.e., what (spiritual) service he was rendering
to the corporation in return for the bread he ate.
So throughout.
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his business in good style, and And
verily he pays us all he owes. It tº
e g -> it with-
is a goodly way of doing it—for ºut
us to chant for him and him to guile.
tumble for us! We pay for him
and he for us. If we do weep,
he gives us quits. Would all
the Convent could see him as I
do—if I had to fast till nightfall
for it ! Not a soul, I trow, could
keep from laughing if they saw the
fury with which this wretch goes
killing himself, as he throws himself
into his tumbling and gives himself
no mercy. May God count it for
penance 1 for he does it without
guile. And, for my part, in sooth,
I think no ill of it; for I take it he
does according to his lights and
in good faith, because he would not
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fain be idle.” This the monk saw
telº, the with his eyes at all the hours of
bbot.
the day, as he worked and rested
not. Much did he laugh and much
rejoice, and felt delight and pity.
He went to the Abbot and told
him. From end to end he related
it just as you have heard. Where-
on the Abbot rose to his feet and
said to the monk: “Now hold your
peace, and do not Scandalise him; I
bid you, on the vows of your Order.
And observe my command to speak
of it to no one, save to me. And
we will go and see it this day. We
will find out what it may mean.
And we will pray the Celestial King
and his most sweet dear Mother,
who is so precious and bright, to
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beg, in her sweetness, her Son, her How
Father, her Lord, to let me see this "k
thing to-day, if it be his pleasure; º,
that God be the more loved thereby watch
and the good man be not blamed, #.
if it likewise please him.” Then jj.
they went all quietly and hid them-
selves without more ado hard by
the altar in a nook where he could
not see them. The Abbot and the
monk witnessed all the convert's
office, and all the divers vaults he
made, and his leaping and dancing
and saluting the image, and trip-
ping and bounding, until he came
to faint. He worked himself into
such weariness that he needs must
fall, and down he sat all worn out.
The sweat all over him, for very
toil, dropped down upon the floor
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How the of the crypt. But in short time,
Queen'ſ in little space, his sweet Lady suc-
Hea) en
tends
him.
cours him, her whom he serves
without deceit. Well knew she how
to come at need
The Abbot looked and straight-
way saw a Dame so glorious de-
scend from the vault that none e'er
saw one so precious and so richly
arrayed, nor was one so beauteous
e'er born. Her garments were
very costly with gold and precious
stones. With her were the angels
from heaven above, and the arch-
angels, who came around the
minstrel and Solaced and Sustained
him. When they were ranged
around him all his heart was as-
Suaged. Then they pressed to
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serve him, because they longed to And the
repay the service that he did their ºf
g i.e. do him
Lady, who is so precious a gem. ...
And the sweet frank Queen held a
white napkin, and fanned her min-
strel with it right sweetly before
the altar. The Dame, frank and
meek, fans his neck and body and
face to cool him. Well does she
undertake to aid him. The Dame
abandons herself to the task. The
good man does not turn a glance to
her, for he sees her not, nor knows
a whit that he has such fair com—
pany.
The holy angels do him great
honour, albeit they remain no longer
with him, and the Lady Sojourns
there no more. She makes the sign
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each
hour.
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of God on him and turns away, and
the holy angels make him an escort:
for they find a marvellous delight
in gazing on their companion, and
only wait the hour when God
shall cast him from this life and
they shall have snatched his soul.
And this the abbot saw without
let, and his monk, a good four
times, for at every hour it came to
pass that the Mother of God came
to aid and succour her man, for
she well knows to rescue her own.
The abbot had exceeding joy, for
he had longed Sore to know the
truth of it. But now God had
shewn him verily that the service
pleased him which his poor man
had rendered. The monk was all
confused, as though burnt with
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anguish. To the Abbot he said : The
“Have mercy, sire I This is a holy mºtº
man that I see here. If I have *.
said aught concerning him amiss
'tis meet my body make it
good. Lay on me my penance,
for beyond all doubt this is a good
man. We have seen it all right
through, and cannot ever be de-
ceived about it.” Said the Abbot :
“You speak truth, God has made
us know right well that he loves
him with a love all tender. Now
I command you straightway, in
virtue of obedience, and on pain of
falling under Sentence, that you
speak to no man of what you
have seen, if it be not to God and
to me.” “And I,” said he, “give
you my promise, sire.” With these
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Abbot
calls the
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bler.
OljR LADY’S TUMBLER
words they withdraw, and make
no longer stay in the crypt; nor
did the good man delay, but put
on his garments again, and when
he had done all his task, he went
to disport himself in the monastery.
And so the time came and went
until a little afterwards it came
to pass that the Abbot sent for
the man that had so much good
in him. When he heard that he
was sent for and that the Abbot
was asking for him, his heart was
so full of sorrow that he knew
not what he should say. “Ah
me!” he cried, “I am accused.
Never shall I be a day without
misery and toil and shame, for my
service comes to naught. It is not
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pleasing to God, as I take it. Ah of the
mel nay, rather, it displeases him: ſº
for the truth of it has come to light. %.!
Did I suppose that such a deed as
mine and that such sport were fit to
please the Lord God? Not a whit.
They pleased him not at all. Ah
me! I ne'er did any good. Alas, what
shall I do, what shall I say? Fair,
Sweetest God, what will become of
me? Now shall I be slain and
shamed, now shall I be banished
from hence, now shall I become a
target out there in the world with
all its evil. Sweet Lady, holy
Mary, how far astray was that idea
of mine ! And I know not whom
to take to counsel. Lady, come
you to guide me. Nay, Sweetest
God, do but succour me! Do not
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the
Abbot
and
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him
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delay nor linger. And do bring your
Mother with you. For God's sake
come not without her. Come
both of you to help me, for I
know not what to plead. They
will say straightway, at the first
word, “Be off with you !’ Oh me !
what answer can I make when I
have not a word to say? What
does it matter, for I shall have to
go.” Weeping, so that his face
was wet, he came before the Abbot;
weeping, he knelt before him.
“Sire,” he cried, “for the mercy of
God, will you chase me out from
here? Say what you command.
I will do all your will.” The Abbot
said: “I will to know, and will
that you should tell me true—you
have been long time here, winter
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and summer—I will to know what The
is your worth, and how you 4*
y } ... will
earn your bread.” “Alas!” said ºw
he, “I knew it well, that I should his
be sent upon my way soon as my "*
doings should be known; that they
would have no more to do with
me. Sire,” he said, “I go my way.
Wretched I am and wretched I
shall be, and I never made a farth-
ing's worth of any goods.” The
Abbot answered : “Far am I from
saying that, but I require and de-
mand, and moreover I Command
you in virtue of obedience, that you
tell me all you know, and at what
trade you serve us in our monas-
tery.” “Sire!” he said, “how have
you slain me! How this command
kills me!” Then he tells him,
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He tells with whatever grief, all his doings,
the
Abbot
all.
from end to end, so that he did
not leave a word to say but told it
all at a breath, just as I have re-
lated it. And now he has told it
all and narrated it to him with
clasped hands, weeping, kissing his
feet and sighing.
The holy Abbot turned to him,
and, weeping, raised him up, and
kissed both his two eyes. “Bro-
ther,” said he, “now hold thy peace,
for I accord, in very truth, that you
shall be of our convent. God grant
that we may be of yours; in
guerdon of Service done in our
own. I and you will be good
friends. Fair, sweet brother, pray
for me, and I will pray again for
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you. And I pray you, my sweet The
friend, and command you without *;
feigning, that you do this service ſº
frankly, even as you have done it— him
ay, and yet better if you have the .>
skill.” “Sire,” said he, “is this in Lady
verity?” “Yes,” said the Abbot, still.
“’tis in verity.” He charged him,
on pain of penance, to doubt it no
more; whereat the good man was
So Overjoyed, as says the ditty, that
he scarce knew what had become of
him, and he must needs sit him
down, and he turned all pale.
When his heart came back to him
his bosom leapt with joy, So Sore
that an ill assailed him, whereof in
right short space he died. But very
meekly he did his service without
repose, morning and evening, night
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him.
until he was smitten sick; and SO
tness great was the ill that held him that
he could not stir from his bed.
Then it was grievous shame to him
that he might not pay his dues;
and therefor chiefly was he trou-
bled, for he complained not a whit
of his ill, save that he stood in Sore
doubt of losing his penance, in
that he toiled not at that toil that
was his wont. It seemed him he
was all too slothful; and since
slothful he must be henceforth,
the good man prayed to God to re-
ceive him e'er he were undone by
sloth. For he felt such utter
grief about this matter, whereof
some knew, that his heart might not
endure it; yet needs must he lie
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and could not stir. The holy Abbot How
honours him much; he and his *
chant to
monk at every hour come to chant in of
at his couch. And he took such God.
great delight in what they sang to
him of God that he would not have
had Poitou in lieu of it, but would
have given all in quittance, such
joy had he in hearing. Well did
he confess and repent; yet withal
was he in doubt. What need of
more? At the last it behoved him
meet his end.
The Abbot was there and all his
monks, many a priest and many a
canon, who gazed at him right
humbly, and saw all openly a
miracle most marvellous. For they
all saw with their eyes that at his
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end were the angels present, and
the Mother of God and the arch-
angels, ranged all around him.
And on the other side were the
furious ones, the enemies and the
devils, to have his soul—it is no
fable ! But in vain had they waited,
and hastened and strained so far,
for they shall have no part in his
soul. Albeit his soul departs from
his body it falls not at all, for the
Mother of God has received it.
And the angels who are there sing
for joy and go their way, and carry
him to heaven, as was decreed.
And this all the convent saw, and
all the rest who were there. Now
they all knew and were aware that
God would no longer hide his love
of his bachelor, but rather would
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that each and all should know and The
recognise the good in him. Great 4%
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joy and great marvel had they there- º
at. High honour did they render
to his body, which they bore into
their monastery, rendering high
service to God. Nor was there one
but chanted or read in the choir of
the great church.
With right great honour do they
bury him, and look upon him as
a holy corse. And then without
disguise the Abbot told them all
the tale of him and of his way
of life even as you have heard
it, and of all that he saw in the
crypt. The convent listened gladly.
“Verily,” they said, “we must
needs believe it, and none should
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misbelieve you, for the truth bears
witness. It is well proved at need;
nor is there place for doubt that
he has made his penance.” Great
joy had they amongst themselves
thereat.
Thus ends The Minstrel. In
happy hour he tumbled; in happy
hour he served ; for thereby he won
high honour such that none may
compare therewith. This is what
the holy fathers relate concerning
what befel this minstrel. Now pray
we to God, who has no like, that
he grant us so to serve him that
we may earn his love.
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