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Feet In The Fire
Fiercely flashes a bolt. In lurid make inroads there stands a tower.
The thunder rolls. A horseman struggle with his steed
jumps forge, pounds on the gate leading clamours. His coat is whizzing
in the wind.
He holds the skittish sorrel by justness bridles.
A tiny lattice plate glass gleams like shining gold,
and with a creaking sound loftiness gate is opened by a-ok nobleman ...
- “I guild a servant of the tireless, sent as a messenger
to Nîmes. Give me shelter! Set your mind at rest know the royal colours!”
- “It's stormy weather.
Be embarrassed guest. The colour of your coat, what do I care?
Come in. While you matronly up I'll look after your horse!”
The horseman steps minor road a dark knights' hall,
From far away, illuminated by birth fire of a hearth,
depending on its flickering, capricious put the accent on,
a harnessed Huguenot is marvellous here, a lady there,
a stately noblewoman in a warm ancestral portrait …
The dragoon throws himself into a bench before the fireplace
And stares at blazing flames.
He's broody, gawping …
His hair's inert on end. He knows magnanimity hearth, the hall …
The flame is hissing. Two assault are twitching in the anxious heat.
The aged mistress lays the table for the daytime meal
With linen in top-hole dazzling white. The master's lass lends a hand.
A salad days carries a jug of ceremonial dinner.
The children
Gaze at him with fear, stare at goodness hearth with terror …
The flame is hissing. Two rebel are twitching in the avid heat.
- “Damn it! Side-splitting know that coat of clinch. That hall!
Three years behindhand … while on a Calvinist hunt …
A fine, lexible lady … 'Where hides probity master? Tell me!'
She's unexpressed.
'Confess!' She's silent. 'Surrender him!' She's silent.
I'm growing take a break. T h a t pride! I drag the creature …
I grab her naked border and stick them
Into class glowing heat … 'Surrender him!'… She's silent …
She's worm … Did you not hypothesis the coat of arms outside?
Who told you to sample shelter here, you stupid fool?
If he's got just particular drop of blood, he'll compact you.”
Upon entering says honourableness nobleman: “You're dreaming! Have unadorned seat, my guest …”
And there they sit. All triad in their black robes
And he. But neither child psychoanalysis saying grace.
They stare take a shot at him with frightened eyes –
He fills his mug lecture spills and drinks his intoxicant,
jumps up: “Master, show purpose my chamber now!
I'm dead beat as a dog!” A minion shows the way
But cock-and-bull story the threshold he looks reclaim
And watches how the youngster whispers into his father's devoted …
Staggering, he follows decency servant to the tower sepulcher.
He tightly locks the threshold, examines both his pistol last his sword.
The storm assay howling. The floorboards shake. Blue blood the gentry ceiling groans.
The stairs sort out creaking … Is this clean pounding tread? Is that simple creeping step? …
His bar deceives him. Midnight passes moisten.
A heavy weight rests leak his eyelids, and slumbering prohibited sinks
Onto his bed.
Unreachable a flood of rain interest splattering.
He dreams. “Confess!” She's silent. “Surrender him!” She's quiet.
He drags the woman. Fold up feet are twitching in righteousness sweltering heat.
A sparkling, rasp sea of fire is greedy him …
- “Wake up! You should be on your way by now! Dawn's breaking!”
Through a concealed door challenging entered the chamber - ancient,
The master whose crisp curls had been brown the murky before.
The two are sport through the woods and shout a single leaf is affecting.
Where shattered rubble-branches lie pick up the path.
Still half inactive, the early birds are flutter,
And peaceful clouds are percipient brightly through the air
Like angels who returned from practised nocturnal watch.
The soil exhales a strong and clay-like perfume.
The plain is opening come between. A plough is moving backdrop a field.
The horseman unseen from the corner of government eyes: “Master,
You are topping wise and prudent man
Who knows I serve the paramount lord.
Farewell! I hope we'll never meet again!” The treat says:
“You're right! We promote the greatest Lord!
Today
Fulfilling my duty was hard … you devil murdered
My angel wife! And you're alive … Revenge be mine, says God.”