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StoriesFoolish FearBy Monseigneur Philippe Vignier. _Of a young man of Rouen,... Caught In The Act By Philippe De Laon. _Of the chaplain to a knight of Burgu... Love In Arms By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a knight who made his wife... The Waggoner In The Bear By Monseigneur _Of a goldsmith of Paris who made a waggone... The Search For The Ring By Monseigneur de la Roche _Of the deceit practised by a k... How A Good Wife Went On A Pilgrimage By Messire Timoleon Vignier. _Of a good wife who pretended... The Bagpipe By Monseigneur De Thalemas. _Of a hare-brained half-mad fe... Forced Willingly By Philippe De Saint-Yon. _Of a girl who complained of bei... The Damsel Knight By Monseigneur De Foquessoles. _Of the loves of a young ge... The Obsequious Priest By Philippe De Laon. _Of a priest of Boulogne who twice ra... Between Two Stools By Monseigneur De Waurin. _Of a noble knight who was in lo... The Match-making Priest By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a village priest who found... The Use Of Dirty Water By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a jealous man who recorded... The Pope-maker, Or The Holy Man By Monseigneur de Crequy _Of a hermit who deceived the dau... Beyond The Mark By Monseigneur De Lannoy. _Of a shepherd who made an agree... The Chaste Mouth By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a woman who would not suff... The Duel With The Buckle-strap By Philippe De Laon. _The fifth story relates two judgment... The Butcher's Wife Who Played The Ghost In The Chimney By Michault De Changy. _Of a Jacobin who left his mistress... Difficult To Please (*) There is no author's name to this story in any of th... The Devil's Share By The Marquis De Rothelin. _Of one of his marshals who ma... |
Forced WillinglyBy Philippe De Saint-Yon. _Of a girl who complained of being forced by a young man, whereas she herself had helped him to find that which he sought;--and of the judgment which was given thereon._ The incident on which I found my story happened so recently that I need not alter, nor add to, nor suppress, the facts. There recently came to the provost at Quesnay, a fair wench, to complain of the force and violence she had suffered owing to the uncontrollable lust of a young man. The complaint being laid before the provost, the young man accused of this crime was seized, and as the common people say, was already looked upon as food for the gibbet, or the headsman's axe. The wench, seeing and knowing that he of whom she had complained was in prison, greatly pestered the provost that justice might be done her, declaring that without her will and consent, she had by force been violated and dishonoured. The provost, who was a discreet and wise man, and very experienced in judicial matters, assembled together all the notables and chief men, and commanded the prisoner to be brought forth, and he having come before the persons assembled to judge him, was asked whether he would confess, by torture or otherwise, the horrible crime laid to his charge, and the provost took him aside and adjured him to tell the truth. "Here is such and such a woman," said he, "who complains bitterly that you have forced her. Is it so? Have you forced her? Take care that you tell the truth, for if you do not you will die, but if you do you will be pardoned." "On my oath, provost," replied the prisoner, "I will not conceal from you that I have often sought her love. And, in fact, the day before yesterday, after a long talk together, I laid her upon the bed, to do you know what, and pulled up her dress, petticoat, and chemise. But my weasel could not find her rabbit hole, and went now here now there, until she kindly showed it the right road, and with her own hands pushed it in. I am sure that it did not come out till it had found its prey, but as to force, by my oath there was none." "Is that true?" asked the provost. "Yes, on my oath," answered the young man. "Very good," said he, "we shall soon arrange matters." After these words, the provost took his seat in the pontifical chair, surrounded by all the notable persons; and the young man was seated on a small bench in front of the judges, and all the people, and of her who accused him. '"Now, my dear," said the provost, "what have you to say about the prisoner?" "Provost!" said she, "I complain that he has forced me and violated me against my will and in spite of me. Therefore I demand justice." "What have you to say in reply?" asked the provost of the prisoner. "Sir," he replied, "I have already told how it happened, and I do not think she can contradict me." "My dear!" said the provost to the girl, "think well of what you are saying! You complain of being forced. It is a very serious charge! He says that he did not use any force, but that you consented, and indeed almost asked for what you got. And if he speaks truly, you yourself directed his weasel, which was wandering about near your rabbit-hole, and with your two hands--or at least with one--pushed the said weasel into your burrow. Which thing he could never have done without your help, and if you had resisted but ever so little he would never have effected his purpose. If his weasel was allowed to rummage in your burrow, that is not his fault, and he is not punishable." "Ah, Provost," said the girl plaintively, "what do you mean by that? It is quite true, and I will not deny it, that I conducted his weasel into my burrow--but why did I do so? By my oath, Sir, its head was so stiff, and its muzzle so hard, that I was sure that it would make a large cut, or two or three, on my belly, if I did not make haste and put it where it could do little harm--and that is what I did." You may fancy what a burst of laughter there was at the end of this trial, both from the judges and the public. The young man was discharged,--to continue his rabbit-hunting if he saw fit. The girl was angry that he was not hanged on a high forked tree for having hung on her "low forks" (*). But this anger and resentment did not last long, for as I heard afterwards on good authority, peace was concluded between them, and the youth had the right to ferret in the coney burrow whenever he felt inclined. (*) A play upon words, which is not easily translatable, in allusion to the gallows. ***** Next: The Damsel Knight Previous: Half-booted
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