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The emperor seemed to be entirely absorbed in his grief, but suddenly
recovering command of himself and with a noble generosity, so
characteristic of him, he forgot the death of his son, and, sacrificing
his grief and revenge, these words fell from his lips:
“I pardon you,” said he to the condemned. “Can you appreciate the
sentiments that dictate my conduct to you? Resume your titles and
your dignities, everything shall be forgotten and the past shall be
effaced—this time do not forget your oaths of fidelity, or else you
cannot hope for my forgiveness.”
A thrill of admiration ran through all the spectators. Mute with
surprise at first, there finally arose an explosion of joy from the
hearts of those who, an instant previous, had been torn with fear and
sorrow. Loud acclaims arose on every hand and the soldiers of the two
armies embraced each other in a transport of joy.
D’Aigremont and his brothers were stricken dumb with surprise. They
could hardly comprehend the greatness of soul and generosity of the
emperor and stood silent. They then solemnly promised never to do
anything again contrary to the wishes of their master, and renewed
their oaths of fidelity.
The Duke de Naimes, the most devoted friend of the emperor, could not
contain his satisfaction.
“Sire,” exclaimed he, “you are the greatest king the world has ever
known. This act of generosity, which does you honor, will be an
imperishable monument to you. You have commended your friends and your
people to God and you will never have cause to regret your action.”
After some moments, when the enthusiasm had become calmed, Charlemagne
caused all the arms and equipments of the three brothers, their knights
and soldiers, to be returned to them, and when they had received them
they cried to be led against the foes of the emperor and promised
to use all efforts to aid him. The princes and their men that night
encamped with the royal army.
CHAPTER III.
All being restored to order and the war between himself and subjects
having been terminated, Charlemagne returned to Paris, after having
made an appointment with the Duke d’Aigremont to meet him at the
capital.
The duke was pledged to come immediately with two hundred men, also
to raise six thousand men additional, and the same were to report at
Paris in good order as soon as possible to join the king’s army. Gerard
and Nanteuil, the brothers of d’Aigremont, the emperor commanded, were
to proceed with him as an escort, and were to march in advance with
himself.
Agreeable to this arrangement, some time afterward, when the Duke
d’Aigremont had proceeded toward Paris, until he was nearly at
Soissons, he perceived an army of about four thousand men advancing to
meet him. He was much puzzled to account for this movement and deemed
it prudent to stop.
The forgiveness that Charlemagne had solemnly accorded the duke had,
it seems, created a profound jealousy in the hearts of many of the
courtiers, one of whom in particular regarded his noble action simply
as an act of cowardice. He was jealous of the emperor and jealous of
the duke. His cowardly mind prompted him to dishonor the former and
get rid of the latter, if he could only contrive some means to attack
him, for he was possessed of considerable force and had great courage
besides. He decided that to disgrace him would be the better plan. This
is why he then proceeded to represent insinuatingly to the emperor
that he had been hasty and inconsiderate in his pardon of the princes,
even though they had taken a new oath of fidelity. There could be no
doubt that it was their plan to surround the king when a favorable
opportunity came with a force he could not resist. This traitor further
represented to the king that allowing himself to be so encompassed by
these princes was an inconsistent act amounting to temerity and that
it would have been infinitely better to have immediately gotten rid of
them in some indirect manner than to allow them an opportunity to form
new relations in the royal army.
This tempter also worked on the royal mind by bringing up past
injuries, and he cunningly brought up the cruel death of Lothaire,
until he felt certain of obtaining, if not an order, at least a tacit
consent to the carrying out of his evil designs. That was what came
about.
This villainous plotter was Ganelon, who, after this preliminary
poisoning of the emperor’s mind, completed his work by going to him
accompanied by three other knights, when all three represented to the
emperor that if the Duke d’Aigremont was allowed to come to Paris with
an army he might do so with one double the strength he had promised,
which would surely compromise his security; it being the intention of
the duke, they were sure, to raise the standard of revolt at the first
opportunity.
“In effect, sire!” said Ganelon, “it would be quite easy to sow
discord in an army composed of different peoples. Prejudices could be
created by exciting one against the other until a conflict would be
precipitated that would endanger the crown itself.”
“Sire,” said another knight, “to prevent such a dire disaster, there is
only one way.”
“And that is,” queried the now thoroughly enraged emperor.
“To stop his coming and to take him dead or alive and punish him for
having violated his new oath,” cried Ganelon.
“S’ death! I find it ill favors me to believe this,” exclaimed
Charlemagne with darkened brow, “D’Aigremont swore to me his fidelity
and that he should violate it a second time is impossible.”
“But sire!” urged Ganelon, “consider the safety of your majesty and
that of the state.”
“Enough!” thundered the emperor. “I will not believe it. However,
rather than have myself to reproach for a deplorable conflict, such
as would occur by these reports, take four thousand soldiers and go
yourself to meet D’Aigremont and assure yourself of his faithfulness.”
A gleam of triumph lighted the eyes of the perfidious plotter, though
his impassiveness did not betray the feelings of triumph which surged
in his breast, as he, with his three fellow conspirators, left the
royal presence. He had obtained part of what he desired, knowing that
at the same time he had also been able to show every indication of zeal
and profound attachment to the emperor. He hastened to put himself at
the head of his troops and set out on his mission.
It was this body of troops, headed by Ganelon, that barred the progress
of the Duke d’Aigremont toward Paris.
The duke paused in his march with a sinking heart. “Why,” he asked
himself, as the royal banners came into view and apprised him that it
was the king’s forces that faced him, “should the emperor send these
troops to resist me?”
He, however, determined to face the situation boldly and advanced with
his escort toward the royal army.
The duke approached within speaking distance, paused and respectfully
saluted the royal colors.
“May I inquire,” he demanded in a respectful tone, “why this army is
against me?”
“In good sooth, may’st thou!” replied Count Morillon, the lieutenant of
Ganelon, “there can be but one way to meet traitors, but with force,
neither can there be but one way to treat assassins.”
At these insulting words the face of the duke flushed hotly, but with
an effort of will he controlled himself and said with great deference:
“This must be an error, peace has been made and there can be no excuse
for recommencing a conflict that will perhaps prove fatal to each of
us.”
“Traitor!” shouted Morillon in reply. “It may be the emperor has
pardoned thee, but the people have neither forgiven thee nor thy
crimes.”
At these words Ganelon shouted: “_A bas le assassin!_” and at the head
of his troops bore down upon the duke and his small escort. But the
latter was too brave a man to retreat before this threatening movement.
Ganelon thought for a moment that the duke would seek safety in flight
and ordered Morillon to get in his rear. But the brave duke resisted
this movement, for it was his last thought to fly. Even had he so
thought, it was now too late, such were the superior numbers against
him. Morillon succeeded in getting in his rear and he was completely
surrounded.
Then commenced a most desperate battle and in a very short time
the duke had lost half of his people, but the remainder fought with
a determination to die rather than surrender. It was a conflict of
giants. Each sword-stroke claimed its victim and even the horses joined
the men in that frenzied struggle.
The duke slew with one blow of his mighty sword, both Helic and
Godefroy. Morillon would have encountered the same fate but for the
quickness of Griffon de Hautfeuille, who cut down the horse of the Duke
d’Aigremont, who, entangled in the fall, could not recover himself,
and Ganelon ran him through with his sword, while at the same moment
Griffon pierced him to the heart.
Only ten knights now remained of the duke’s escort and they were
speedily disarmed and supplicated for their lives, which Ganelon
granted them on the condition that they bear the body of their master
back to his château.
Thus was a most cruel retaliation visited upon the poor Duke
d’Aigremont. The conquered knights accepted these conditions to save
their lives, but with the secret thought in their hearts to avenge the
death of their master. Covering up the remains, they then left for the
land of D’Aigremont, where they soon arrived.
The poor duchess swooned on seeing the body of her husband, but
collecting herself, she approached the blood-stained bier with her son
Renaud and made him swear upon it to employ all means possible to
avenge the murder of his father, which oath it will be seen he kept
fully.
Ganelon and Griffon, proud of their achievement, in due time arrived in
Paris, and went to the court. But instead of meeting with a favorable
reception, received only words and looks of disapprobation. A man like
Ganelon, however, was not to be rebuked so easily. He appeared before
the emperor and presented, on his knees, the sword with which the Duke
d’Aigremont had killed his son.
“Sire,” said Ganelon humbly, “I know that every one disapproves of me
here. Sire, am I then blamable for having killed the assassin of your
son? Such is my disposition and I cannot help it. I may have disobeyed
my prince in my zeal, but I have obeyed my conscience which would
never permit me to allow such an awful crime to go unpunished. If you
disfavor me, sire, order my death, for I am a man who would willingly
go to death for you, but you would lose one of your most devoted
knights merely because he killed the murderer of your son.”
Charlemagne found himself in a position of strange perplexity. The
court was silent, while with troubled face and bowed head the emperor
answered not the supplicant before him.
“Thou art deserving of severe chastisement,” he thundered. “I like not
the idea of having failed when we have given our royal word. The Duke
d’Aigremont had obtained of me full pardon and I therefore should not
tolerate his assassination.”
The face of Ganelon paled—had he then gone too far?—matters boded ill
for him and a faint murmur of approval rose from the courtiers round
about the vast audience-chamber at the words of the king.
At this moment the Duke de Naimes and several other lords approached,
whom Griffon de Hautfeuille had artfully succeeded in winning over to
their cause, and supplicated Charlemagne for their pardon. At last the
emperor acceded, perhaps influenced by the secret fear of offending so
many powerful nobles by refusing, and the affair was suffered to rest
there.
When the news of the pardon came to the Château d’Aigremont it had the