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    CHARLEMAGNE was overwhelmed with grief at the loss of so many of his
    bravest warriors at the disaster of Roncesvalles, and bitterly
    reproached himself for his credulity in resigning himself so
    completely to the counsels of the treacherous Count Gan. Yet he soon
    fell into a similar snare when he suffered his unworthy son Charlot to
    acquire such an influence over him, that he constantly led him into
    acts of cruelty and injustice that in his right mind he would have
    scorned to commit. Rinaldo and his brothers, for some slight offence
    to the imperious young prince, were forced to fly from Paris, and to
    take shelter in their castle of Montalban; for Charles had publicly
    said, if he could take them, he would hang them all. He sent numbers
    of his bravest knights to arrest them, but all without success. Either
    Rinaldo foiled their efforts and sent them back, stripped of their
    armor and of their glory, or, after meeting and conferring with him,
    they came back and told the king they could not be his instruments for
    such a work.
    At last Charles himself raised a great army, and went in person to
    compel the paladin to submit. He ravaged all the country round about
    Montalban, so that supplies of food should be cut off, and he
    threatened death to any who should attempt to issue forth, hoping to
    compel the garrison to submit for want of food.
    Rinaldo's resources had been brought so low that it seemed useless
    to contend any longer. His brothers had been taken prisoners in a
    skirmish, and his only hope of saving their lives was in making
    terms with the king.
    So he sent a messenger, offering to yield himself and his castle
    if the king would spare his and his brothers' lives. While the
    messenger was gone, Rinaldo, impatient to learn what tidings he
    might bring, rode out to meet him. When he had ridden as far as he
    thought prudent he stopped in a wood, and, alighting, tied Bayard to a
    tree. Then he sat down, and, as he waited, he fell asleep. Bayard
    meanwhile got loose, and strayed away where the grass tempted him.
    Just then came along some country people, who said to one another,
    "Look, is not that the great horse Bayard that Rinaldo rides? Let us
    take him, and carry him to King Charles, who will pay us well for
    our trouble." They did so, and the king was delighted with his
    prize, and gave them a present that made them rich to their dying day.
    When Rinaldo woke he looked round for his horse, and, finding him
    not, he groaned, and said, "O unlucky hour that I was born! how
    fortune persecutes me!" So desperate was he, that he took off his
    armor and his spurs, saying, "What need have I of these, since
    Bayard is lost?" While he stood thus lamenting, a man came from the
    thicket, seemingly bent with age. He had a long beard hanging over his
    breast, and eyebrows that almost covered his eyes. He bade Rinaldo
    good day. Rinaldo thanked him, and said, "A good day I have hardly had
    since I was born." Then said the old man, "Signor Rinaldo, you must
    not despair, for God will make all things turn to the best." Rinaldo
    answered, "My trouble is too heavy for me to hope relief. The king has
    taken my brothers, and means to put them to death. I thought to rescue
    them by means of my horse Bayard, but while I slept some thief has
    stolen him." The old man replied, "I will remember you and your
    brothers in my prayers. I am a poor man, have you not something to
    give me?" Rinaldo said, "I have nothing to give," but then he
    recollected his spurs. He gave them to the beggar, and said, "Here,
    take my spurs. They are the first present my mother gave me when my
    father, Count Aymon, dubbed me knight. They ought to bring you ten
    The old man took the spurs, and put them into his sack, and said,
    "Noble sir, have you nothing else you can give me?" Rinaldo replied,
    "Are you making sport of me? I tell you truly if it were not for shame
    to beat one so helpless, I would teach you better manners." The old
    man said, "Of a truth, sir, if you did so, you would do a great sin.
    If all had beaten me of whom I have begged, I should have been
    killed long ago, for I ask alms in churches and convents, and wherever
    I can." "You say true," replied Rinaldo, "if you did not ask, none
    would relieve you." The old man said, "True, noble sir, therefore I
    pray if you have anything more to spare, give it me." Rinaldo gave him
    his mantle, and said, "Take it, pilgrim, I give it you for the love of
    Christ, that God would save my brothers from a shameful death, and
    help me to escape out of King Charles's power."
    The pilgrim took the mantle, folded it up, and put it into his
    bag. Then a third time he said to Rinaldo, "Sir, have you nothing left
    to give me in my prayers?" "Wretch!" exclaimed Rinaldo, "do you make
    me your sport?" and he drew his sword, and struck at him: but the
    old man warded off the blow with his staff, and said, "Rinaldo,
    would you slay your cousin, Malagigi?" When Rinaldo heard that he
    stayed his hand, and gazed doubtingly on the old man, who now threw
    aside his disguise, and appeared to be indeed Malagigi, "Dear cousin."
    said Rinaldo, "pray forgive me. I did not know you. Next to God, my
    trust is in you. Help my brothers to escape out of prison, I entreat
    you. I have lost my horse, and therefore cannot render them any
    assistance." Malagigi answered, "Cousin Rinaldo, I will enable you
    to recover your horse. Meanwhile, you must do as I say."
    Then Malagigi took from his sack a gown, and gave it to Rinaldo to
    put on over his armor, and a hat that was full of holes, and an old
    pair of shoes to put on. They looked like two pilgrims, very old and
    poor. Then they went forth from the wood, and, after a little while,
    saw four monks riding along the road. Malagigi said to Rinaldo, "I
    will go meet the monks, and see what news I can learn."
    Malagigi learned from the monks that on the approaching festival
    there would be a great crowd of people at court, for the prince was
    going to show the ladies the famous horse Bayard that used to belong
    to Rinaldo. "What!" said the pilgrim; "is Bayard there?" "Yes,"
    answered the monks; "the king has given him to Charlot, and, after the
    prince has ridden him, the king means to pass sentence on the brothers
    of Rinaldo, and have them hanged." Then Malagigi asked alms of the
    monks, but they would give him none, till he threw aside his pilgrim
    garb, and let them see his armor, when, partly for charity and
    partly for terror, they gave him a golden cup, adorned with precious
    stones that sparkled in the sunshine.
    Malagigi then hastened back to Rinaldo, and told him what he had
    The morning of the feast-day Rinaldo and Malagigi came to the
    place where the sports were to be held. Malagigi gave Rinaldo his
    spurs back again, and said, "Cousin, put on your spurs, for you will
    need them." "How shall I need them," said Rinaldo, "since I have
    lost my horse?" Yet he did as Malagigi directed him.
    When the two had taken their stand on the border of the field
    among the crowd, the princes and ladies of the court began to
    assemble. When they were all assembled, the king came also, and
    Charlot with him, near whom the horse Bayard was led, in the charge of
    grooms, who were expressly enjoined to guard him safely. The king,
    looking round on the circle of spectators, saw Malagigi and Rinaldo,
    and observed the splendid cup that they had, and said to Charlot,
    "See, my son, what a brilliant cup those two pilgrims have got. It
    seems to be worth a hundred ducats." "That is true," said Charlot;
    "let us go and ask where they got it." So they rode to the place where
    the pilgrims stood, and Charlot stopped Bayard close to them.
    The horse snuffed at the pilgrims, knew Rinaldo, and caressed his
    master. The king said to Malagigi, "Friend, where did you get that
    beautiful cup?" Malagigi replied, "Honorable sir, I paid for it all
    the money I have saved from eleven years' begging in churches and
    convents. The Pope himself has blessed it, and given it the power that
    whosoever eats or drinks out of it shall be pardoned of all his sins."
    Then said the king to Charlot, "My son, these are right holy men;
    see how the dumb beast worships them."
    Then the king said to Malagigi, "Give me a morsel from your cup,
    that I may be cleared of my sins." Malagigi answered, "Illustrious
    lord, I dare not do it, unless you will forgive all who have at any
    time offended you. You know that Christ forgave all those who had
    betrayed and crucified him." The king replied, "Friend, that is
    true; but Rinaldo has so grievously offended me, that I cannot forgive
    him, nor that other man, Malagigi, the magician. The two shall never
    live in my kingdom again. If I catch them, I will certainly have
    them hanged. But tell me, pilgrim, who is that man who stands beside
    you?" "He is deaf, dumb, and blind," said Malagigi, Then the king said
    again, "Give me to drink of your cup, to take away my sins."
    Malagigi answered, "My lord king, here is my poor brother, who for
    fifty days has not heard, spoken, nor seen. This misfortune befell him
    in a house where we found shelter, and the day before yesterday we met
    with a wise woman, who told him the only hope of a cure for him was to
    come to some place where Bayard was to be ridden, and to mount and
    ride him; that would do him more good than anything else." Then said
    the king, "Friend, you have come to the right place, for Bayard is
    to be ridden here to-day. Give me a draught from your cup, and your
    companion shall ride upon Bayard." Malagigi, hearing these words,
    said, "Be it so." Then the king, with great devotion, took a spoon,
    and dipped a portion from the pilgrim's cup, believing that his sins
    should be thereby forgiven.
    When this was done, the king said to Charlot, "Son, I request that
    you will let this sick pilgrim sit on your horse, and ride if he
    can, for by so doing he will be healed of all his infirmities."
    Charlot replied, "That will I gladly do." So saying, he dismounted,
    and the servants took the pilgrim in their arms, and helped him on the
    When Rinaldo was mounted, he put his feet in the stirrups, and said,
    "I would like to ride a little." Malagigi, hearing him speak, seemed
    delighted, and asked him whether he could see and hear also. "Yes,"
    said Rinaldo, "I am healed of all my infirmities." When the king heard
    it, he said to Bishop Turpin, "My lord bishop, we must celebrate
    this with a procession, with crosses and banners, for it is a great
    When Rinaldo remarked that he was not carefully watched, he spoke to
    the horse, and touched him with the spurs. Bayard knew that his master
    was upon him, and he started off upon a rapid pace, and in a few
    moments was a good way off. Malagigi pretended to be in great alarm.
    "O noble king and master," he cried, "my poor companion is run away
    with; he will fall and break his neck." The king ordered his knights
    to ride after the pilgrim, and bring him back or help him if need
    were. They did so, but it was in vain. Rinaldo left them all behind
    him, and kept on his way till he reached Montalban. Malagigi was
    suffered to depart, unsuspected, and he went his way, making sad
    lamentation for the fate of his comrade, who he pretended to think
    must surely be dashed to pieces.
    Malagigi did not go far, but, having changed his disguise,
    returned to where the king was, and employed his best art in getting
    the brothers of Rinaldo out of prison. He succeeded; and all three got
    safely to Montalban, where Rinaldo's joy at the rescue of his brothers
    and the recovery of Bayard was more than tongue can tell.

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