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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

trumpeters and drummers and their ilk--jugglers and dancers on ropes (that is, beneath awnings),<br />

and pipers. People should take note that all riffraff of this kind have more envy and hate in their<br />

hearts than any other sort of men, and know only three regular habits: drunkenness, lechery, and<br />

dicing.<br />

One of these minstrels, seeing how Triamides had freed that other minstrel, went to young Troyan,<br />

Anglant’s oldest son, who was very proud. He told him of all that had happened, adding much that<br />

was not true. Troyan sent for the other minstrel and asked him about the matter. The wretched<br />

clown believed that Troyan would behave in the same manner as Triamides, and told him exactly<br />

what he had said in the hall. King Troyan, proud man that he was, having a silver basin by his side,<br />

threw it at his face, breaking his forehead wide open, and rushed to the wall of the room to snatch a<br />

mace with which to kill him. The minstrel took flight and ran to the great hall, where King Anglant<br />

was in session. In his mind, he was saying: “I’m a dead man, and there’s no remedy for my case. But<br />

I will say something that will give me the justice of revenge.”<br />

He arrived where many lords were seated. King Anglant saw him and began to laugh, thinking he<br />

had been squabbling with the other minstrels: “What has happened here?” he asked, laughing in<br />

great merriment. The minstrel, who expected death at King Troyan’s hands, threw himself at King<br />

Anglant’s feet, and cried: “It was your son, King Troyan, who has beaten me and done me wrong,<br />

since I am of low degree, and a wolf may indeed strike at a poor lamb; but he would not in this<br />

manner strike at Charlemagne, whom I praised--that same Charlemagne who killed King Bramant,<br />

his uncle and your brother, and who also overthrew Polynor. But let him strike at the likes of me,<br />

who have no power to gainsay him.” He was speaking like a desperate man, believing himself<br />

already dead: “But you, my lord, who are master here, do not strike at those who have come from<br />

foreign parts to serve you, or at those who are not bound to you by law; rather, if a man of theirs do

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