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OUR LADY'S TUMBLER.




A Twelfth Century Legend Transcribed for Lady Day. MDCCCXCIV. [By P. H. Wicksteed.] from The Bibelot Vol V., edited by Thomas Mosher; William H. Wise & Co., New York, 1909; pp. 341 -364

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OUR LADY'S TUMBLER

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A TWELFTH CENTURY LEGEND.

TRANSLATED BY P. H. WICKSTEED



NOTES — The text of this Legend, in French of the end of the Twelfth Century, was published by Foerster in the "Romanis," Vol. II., 1872, from a MS. in the Arsenal. Nothing is known of its origin. Gröber published the variants of two other MSS. in the "Zeitschrift für Romanische Philologie" for 1880. The Transcriber has occasionally availed himself of these alternative readings. The Legend is written in lines of eight syllables, rhymed in couplets.



P. H. WICKSTEED.

Mildly Modernized by S. Rhoads, with original following



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OUR LADY'S TUMBLER.



IN the lives of the ancient fathers, where is store of goodly matter, is told a certain tale. Now I will not say that others full as fair may not be heard — ay! many a one — but I say that this is not to be so scorned but it is worth narrating. I will therefore tell you and relate of what befell a certain minstrel.

He wandered so far to and fro, over so many a plot and place, that he grew a-weary of the world and gave himself up to a Holy Order. Horses and robes and money, and whatsoever he had he straight surrendered to it, and clean dismissed himself from the world, resolved never again to set teeth in it.

Therefore he entered that Holy Order — as folk say — in Clairvaux. And when this dancer had given himself to it, although he was well adorned and beauteous, comely and well made, he knew no trade that he could ply therein. For all his life he had spent in tumbling and leaping and dancing. How to trip and spring he understood, but naught beside, for he had conned no other lesson — nor pater noster, nor chant, nor credo, nor 344 ave, nor anything that might make for his salvation.

When he had entered the Order, he saw those folk high-shorn converse by signs, while no sound passed their lips; and he supposed for sure that they could speak no other way. But presently he learned the truth, and knew that for penance they were forbidden to speak, therefore sometimes they were silent; so it came into his mind that he too ought often to keep his silence; and he held his peace so meekly and so long, he had not spoken all the day had they not bidden him to do it; so there was no little laughter many a time. The man was all abashed amongst them, for he knew not to do or say anything with which they were busied there, and he was sore grieved and sad at this.

He beheld the monks and the converts, as each one served God here and there according to such office as he held. He saw the priests at the altar, for such was their duty, the deacons at the gospels, the sub-deacons at the vigils, while the acolytes stood ready for the epistles, in due time. One recites verses, and another a lesson, and the choristers are at the psalters, 345 and the converts at the misereres — for so they order their lamentings — and even the simplest at pater nosters. Through offices and cloisters he gazes everywhere, up and down, and sees in remote recesses here five, here three, here two, here one. He looks fixedly, if he may, at every one. The one has to lament, the other weep, a third to groan and sigh. Much he wonders what ails them.

"Holy Mary!" he says, "what ails these folk that they bear them thus and show such grief? Methinks they are perturbed indeed, that they all make such lamentations."

Then he added, "Holy Mary! — ah! woe is me, what have I said! I trow they are praying God for mercy. But, O wretched me! what am I doing? For there is none here so caitiff but who vies with all the rest in serving God after his trade; but I had no business here, for I now not what to do or say. A very wretch was I when I gave myself to the Order, for I know nor prayer, nor anything that is good. I see them — one before and another behind — while I only walk with nose in air and consume victuals for nothing. If I am found out in this I shall foully fail, 346 for they will thrust me out to the dogs. And here am I, a strong villain, doing naught but eat. Verily I am wretched in a high degree."

Then in despite he wept for woe, and for his part wished he were dead.

"Holy Mary, mother!" he said, " do pray your Sovereign Father that he hold me in his pleasure, and send me his good counsel, that I may have power to serve him and you, and may earn the victuals that I take" for I know well that I misreceive them."



Thus maddened with grief he went his way, till, searching through the monastery, he came upon a crypt, and crouched down by an altar, pressing up as close to it as might be. Above the altar was the form of my lady, the Holy Mary.

He had not lost his way when he came to that place! No, verily, for God, who well knows how to call his own to him, led him there. When he heard them sound for Mass he leapt up, all dismayed.

"Ah!" he cried, "how am I betrayed! Now each one will say his stave, and here am I like a tethered ox, doing nothing but browse, and spoiling victuals for no good. — Shall I say it? Shall I do it? 347 By the mother of God I will! I shall ne'er be blamed for it, if I do what I have learned, and served the mother of God in her monastery according to my trade. The rest serve in chanting, and I will serve in tumbling.



He removes his cloak and strips himself and lays his clothes beside the altar; but that his flesh be not all naked, he keeps on an under-coat, right fine and thin, scarce more than a shift. Then he stood, just in his body, well girt and adorned. He girds his coat and takes his stand, turns towards the image right humble, and looks upon it.

"Lady," says he, "to your protection I commend my body and my soul. Sweet queen, sweet lady, despise not what I know: for I would fain essay to serve you in good faith, if God aid me, without guile. I can not chant, nor read to you; but, surely, I would pick for you a choice of all my finest feats. Now, may I be like the bull-calf that leaps and bounds before his mother. Lady, who are not bitter to such as serve you truly, whatsoever I am, may it be for you."

Then he began his leaps before her, low and small, great and high, first under and then over. 348 Then he threw himself on his knees again before the image, and saluted it.

"Ah!" he says, "all-sweet Queen! of your pity and of your frankness, despise not my service."

Then he tumbled and leapt, and made, in festal guise, the vault of Metz around his head. He saluted the image and adored it, and honoured it with all his might. Then he did the French vault and then the vault of Champagne, and then he did the Spanish vault and then the vaults they do in Brittany, and then the vault of Lorraine, and strained him self to do the best of all his power. Then he did the Roman vault, and put his hand before his brow and danced so featly, as he gazed right humbly at the image of the Mother of God.

"Lady," he said, "this is a choice performance. I do it for no other but for you; so aid me God, I do not — for you and for your son! And this I dare avouch and boast, that for me it is no playwork. But I am serving you, and that pays me. The others serve, and so do I. Lady, despise not your slave, for I serve you for your disport. Lady, you are the mon-joie that kindles all the world.š

Then he tumbled with his feet up in the air, walked and 349 went on his two hands that he might journey closer to the ground. He twists with his feet and weeps with his eyes.

„Lady,š he says, „I adore you with heart and body, feet and hands, for I can nor more nor less. Henceforth I will ever be your minstrel. They shall sing in there together, and I will come here to entertain you. Lady, you can guide me. For God‚s sake do not despise me.š

Then he beat his breast in penitence, he sighed and wept right tenderly, for he knew not how else to pray. Then he turned back and made a leap.

„Lady,š he said, „so save me God, I ne‚er did that before! This does not rank among inferior feats, and is all new. Lady! what fill of joyance should he have made who might abide with you in your glorious manor. For God‚s sake Lady, receive me therein, for I am yours, and no whit my own.š

Then he did the vault of Metz again, and tumbled and danced right there. And when he heard them raise the chants he laid too in right good earnest, and as long as the Mass lasted his body did not cease to dance and trip and leap, till he waxed so faint he might no longer stand upon his feet, but fell upon the ground and 350 dropped for very weariness. And as blood drips from the spit so the sweat started from him, head to foot, from end to end.

„Lady,š he said, „I can do no more now; but, indeed, I‚ll come again.š

With heat he seemed all burning. He puts on his vestments again, and when he is clothed salutes the image and goes his way.

„Adieu,š he says, „sweetest friend. For God‚s sake be not cast down, for if I can I will come again. At ever hour (1) I would serve you the very best that may be, if it please you, and if I can.š

Then he went away, still looking at the image. „Lady,š he said, „what pity that I know not all those psalters! Right gladly would I say them for love of you, most sweet Lady. To you I commend my body and my soul.



This life he led long time, for at every hour thenceforth he went to render his service and his homage before the image; for he took marvellous delight therein, and did it with a right good-will, so that no day was ever so weary but what he did his best 351 therein to entertain the Mother of God; and never did he desire other sport. Now they knew, of course, that he went every day into the crypt, but no man on earth knew, save God, what it was that he did there, nor would he, for all the wealth the world possesses, have had any know his doings save only the Lord God alone. For he well believed that so soon as they should know they would chase him out and force him into the world again, which is all seething with sins, and he would rather die than ever be bitten again with sin.

But God, who knew his meaning, and how great was his compunction, and the love that made him do it, would not have his deed concealed. Rather did the Sire will and decree that the doings of his friend should be known and manifested, for his Mother‚s sake, whom he had fêted, and that all should know and understand and perceive that God rejects no one who comes to him in love, of whatsoever trade he be, if only he love God and do right.



Now, do you suppose that God would have prized his service had he not loved?

352 Not a whit, however much he tumbled! But it was his love that he prized. Do penance and toil all you may, keep fast and vigil all you may, weep all you may and sigh, groan and pray, and give yourself to discipline, and go to Mass and matin, and give all you have, and pay all you owe: yet, if you love not God with all your heart, all these good things are thrown away — be well assured — and avail you naught at all for salvation; for without love and without pity all labour counts for nothing.

God asks not gold nor silver, but only true love in folks‚ hearts. And this man loved God unfeigningly,. and that was why God prized his service.



So went it with the good man long space. I cannot number you the years that the good man was thus at ease; but the time came when he was very ill at ease: for a monk took note of him, and blamed him much in his heart for that he came not to matins. He wondered what became of him, and said that he would never stop till he knew what sort of man this was, and for what he was worth, and how he earned his 353 bread. (2) The monk observed and tracked and spied him out until he plainly saw him plying his trade without disguise, as I have told you.

„In faith,š said he, „here is fine sport! and methinks greater doings than all the rest of ours put together! There are the others at their orisons, and toiling for the houses, while he is dancing as proudly as if he had a hundred marks of silver. He does his business in good style, and verily he pays us all he owes. It is a goodly way of doing it — for us to chant for him and him to tumble for us! We pay for him and he for us.. If we do weep, he gives us quits. Would all the Convent could see him as I do — if I had to fast till nightfall for it! Not a soul, I trow, could keep from laughing if they saw the fury with which this wretch goes killing himself, as he throws himself into his tumbling and gives himself no mercy. May God count it for penance! for he does it without guile. And, for my part, in sooth, I think no ill of it; for I take it he does according to his lights and in good 354 faith, because he would not fain be idle.š

This the monk saw with his eyes at all the hours of the day, as he worked and rested not. Much did he laugh and much rejoice, and felt delight and pity.



He went to the Abbot and told him. From end to end he related it just as you have heard.

Whereon the Abbot rose to his feet and said to the monk: „Now hold your peace, and do not scandalise him; I bid you, on the vows of your Order. And observe my command to speak of it to no one, save to me. And we will go and see it this day. We will find out what it may mean. And we will pray the Celestial King and his most sweet dear Mother, who is so precious and bright, to beg, in her sweetness, her Son, her Father, her Lord, to let me see this thing to-day, if it be his pleasure; that God be the more loved thereby and the good man, be not blamed, if it likewise please him.š

Then they went all quietly and hid themselves without more ado hard by the altar in a nook where he could not see them. The Abbot and the monk witnessed all the convert‚s office, and all the 355 divers vaults he made, and his leaping and dancing and saluting the image, and tripping and bounding, until he came to faint. He worked himself into such weariness that he needs must fall, and down he sat all worn out. The sweat all over him, for very toil, dropped down upon the floor of the crypt. But in short time, in little space, his sweet Lady succours him, her whom he serves without deceit. Well knew she how to come at need!



The Abbot looked and straightway saw a Dame so glorious descend from the vault that none e‚er saw one so precious and so richly arrayed, nor was one so beauteous e‚er born. Her garments were very costly with gold and precious stones. With her were the angels from heaven above, and the archangels, who came around the minstrel and solaced and sustained him. When they were ranged around him all his hear was assuaged. Then they pressed to serve him, because they longed to repay the service that he did their Lady, who is so precious a gem. And the sweet frank Queen held a white napkin, and fanned her minstrel with 356 it right sweetly before the altar. The Dame, frank and meek, fans his neck and body and face to cool him. Well does she undertake to aid him. The Dame abandons herself to the task. The good man does not turn a glance to her, for he sees her not, nor knows a whit that he has such fair company.



The holy angels do him great honour, albeit they remain no longer with him, and the Lady sojourns there no more. She makes the sign of God on him and turns away, and the holy angels make him an escort: for they find a marvellous delight in gazing on their companion, and only wait the hour when God shall cast him from this life and they shall have snatched his soul.

And this the Abbot saw without let, and his monk, a good four times, for at every hour it came to pass that the Mother of God came to aid and succour her man, for she well knows to rescue her own. The Abbot had exceeding joy, for he had longed sore to know the truth of it. But now God had shewn him verily that the service pleased him which his poor man had rendered.

The monk was all confused, as though 357 burnt with anguish. To the Abbot he said: „Have mercy, sire! This is a holy man that I see here. If I have said aught concerning him amiss ‚t is meet my body make it good. Lay on me my penance, for beyond all doubt this is a good man. We have seen it all right through, and cannot ever be deceived about it.š

Said the Abbot: „You speak truth, God has made us know right well that he loves him with a love all tender. Now I command you straightway, in virtue of obedience, and on pain of falling under sentence, that you speak to no man of what you have seen, if it be not to God and to me.š

„And I,š said he, „give you my promise, sire.š

With these words they withdraw, and make no longer stay in the crypt; nor did the good man delay, but put on his garments again, and when he had done all his task, he went to disport himself in the monastery.



And so the time came and went until a little afterwards if came to pass that the Abbot sent for the man that had so much good in him. When he heard that he was sent for and that the Abbot was asking for 358 him, his heart was so full of sorrow, that he knew not what he should say.

„Ah me!š he cried, „I am accused. Never shall I be a day without misery and toil and shame, for my service comes to naught. It is not pleasing to God, as I take it. Ah me! nay, rather, it displeases him: for the truth of it has come to light. Did I suppose that such a deed as mine and such sport were fit to please the Lord God? Not a whit. I ne‚er did any good. Alas, what shall I do, what shall I say? Fair, sweetest God, what will become of me? Now shall I be slain and shamed, now shall I be banished from hence, now shall I become a target out there in the world with all its evil. Sweet Lady, holy Mary, how far astray was that idea of mine! And I know not whom to take to counsel. Lady, come you to guide me! Do not delay nor linger. And do bring you Mother with you. For God‚s sake come not without her. Come both of you to help me, for I know not what to plead. They will say straightway, at the first word, őBe off with you!‚ Oh me! 359 what answer can I make when I have not a word to say? What does it matter, for I shall have to go.š

Weeping, so that his face was wet, he came before the Abbot; weeping, he knelt before him.

„Sire,š he cried, „for the mercy of God, will you chase me out from here? Say what you will command. W ill do all you will.š

The Abbot said, „I will to know, and will that you should tell me true — you have been long time here, winter and summer — I will to know what is your worth, and how you earn your bread.š

„Alas!š said he, „I knew it well, that I should be sent upon my way soon as my doing should be known: that they would have no more to do with me. Sire,š he said, „I go my way. Wretched I am and wretched I shall be, and I never made a farthing‚s worth of any goods.š

The Abbot answered, „Far am I from saying that, but I require and demand, and moreover I command you in virtue of obedience, that you tell me all you know, and at what trade you serve us in our monastery.š

„Sire!š he said, „how have you slain me! How this command kills me!š

Then he tells him, with whatever grief, all his doings, 360 from end to end, so that he did not leave a word to say but told it all at a breath, just as I have related it. And now he has told it all and narrated it to him with clasped hands, weeping, kissing his feet and sighing.



The holy Abbot turned to him, and, weeping, raised him up, and kissed both his two eyes.

„Brother,š said he, „now hold thy peace, for I accord, in very truth, that you shall be of our convent. God grant that we may be of yours; in guerdon of service done in our own. I and you will be good friends. Fair, sweet brother, pray for me, and I will pray again for you. And I pray you, my sweet friend, and command you without feigning, that you do this service frankly, even as you have done it — ay, and yet better if you have the skill.š

„Sire,š said he, „is this in verity?š

„Yes,š said the Abbot, „‚t is in verity.š

He charged him, on pain of penance, to doubt it no more; whereat the good man was so overjoyed, as says the ditty, that he scarce knew what had become of him, and he must needs sit down, and he turned all pale. When his heart came back to him his bosom leapt 361 with joy, so sore that an ill assailed him, whereof in right short space he died.

But very meekly he did his service without repose, morning, and evening, night and day, never missing an hour until he was smitten sick; and so great was the ill that held him that he could not stir from his bed. Then it was grievous shame to him that he might not pay his dues; and therefor chiefly was he troubled, for he complained not a whit of his ill, save that he stood in sore doubt of losing his penance, in that he toiled not at that toil that was his wont. It seemed him he was all too slothful; and since slothful he must be henceforth, the good man prayed to God to receive him e‚er he were undone by sloth. For he felt such utter grief about this matter, whereof some knew, that his heart might not endure it; yet needs but he lie and could not stir.

The holy Abbot honours him much; he and his monk at every hour come to chant at his couch. And he took such great delight in what they sang to him of God that he would not have had Poitou in lieu of it, but would have given all in quittance, such joy had he in hearing. Well did he confess and 362 repent; yet withal was he in doubt. What need of more? At the last it behooved him to meet his end.



The Abbot was there and all his monks, many a priest and many a canon, who gazed at him right humbly, and saw all openly a miracle most marvellous.

For they all saw with their eyes that his end were the angels present, and the Mother of God and the archangels, ranged all around him. And on the other side were the furious ones, the enemies and the devils, to have his soul — it is no fable! But in vain had they waited, and hastened and strained so far, for they shall have no part in his soul. Albeit his soul departs from his body it falls not at all, for the Mother of God has received it. And the angels who are there sing for joy and go their way, and carry him to heaven, as was decreed.

And this all the convent saw, and all the rest who were there. Now they all knew and were aware that God would no longer hide is love of his bachelor, but rather would that each and all should know and recognise the good in him. Great joy and great marvel had they thereat.

High 363 honour did they render to his body, which they bore into their monastery, rendering high service to God. Nor was there [missing several words] chanted or read in the choir of the [ditto] church.



With right great honour do they bury him, and look upon him as a holy corse. And then without disguise the Abbot told them all the tale of him and of his way of life even as you have heard it, and of all that he saw in the crypt.

The convent listened gladly. „Verily,š they said, „we must needs believe you, for the truth bears witness. It is well proved at need; nor is there place for doubt that he has made his penance.š

Great joy had they amongst themselves thereat.

Thus ends The Minstrel. In happy hour he tumbled; in happy hours he served; for thereby he won high honour such that none may compare therewith. This is what the holy fathers relate concerning what befell this minstrel. Now pray we to God, who has no like, that he grant us so to serve him that we may earn his love.

NOTES

1 I.e., the canonical hours of matins, nones, vespers and compline. So throughout the story.

2 I.e., what (spiritual) service he was rendering to the corporation in return for the bread he ate. So throughout.

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Original Translation of Our Lady's Tumbler

IN the lives of the ancient fathers, where is store of goodly matter, is told a certain tale. Now I will not say that others full as fair may not be heard — ay! many a one — but I say that this is not to be so scorned but it is worth narrating. I will therefore tell you and relate of what befell a certain minstrel.

He wandered so far to and fro, over so many a plot and place, that he grew a-weary of the world and gave himself up to a Holy Order. Horses and robes and money, and whatsoever he had he straight surrendered to it, and clean dismissed himself from the world, resolved never again to set teeth in it. Wherefore he entered that Holy Order — as folk say — in Clairvaux. And when this dancer had given himself to it, albeit he was well adorned and beauteous, comely and well made, he knew no trade that he could ply therein. For all his life he had spent in tumbling and leaping and dancing. How to trip and spring he understood, but naught beside, for he had conned no other lesson — nor pater noster, nor chant, nor credo, nor 344 ave, nor aught that might make for his salvation.

When he had entered the Order, he saw those folk high-shorn converse by signs, while no sound passed their lips; and he supposed for sure that they could speak no otherwise. But presently he learned the truth, and knew that for penance they were forbidden to speak, therefore somewhiles they were silent; whereat it came into his mind that he too ought often to keep his silence; and he held his peace so meekly and so long, he had not spoken all the day had they not bidden him to do it; whereat there was no little laughter many a time. The man was all abashed amongst them, for he knew not to do or say aught with which they were busied there, and he was sore grieved and sad thereat. He beheld the monks and the converts, as each one served God here and there according to such office as he held. He saw the priests at the altar, for such was their duty, the deacons at the gospels, the sub-deacons at the vigils, while the acolytes stood ready for the epistles, in due time. One recites verses, and another a lesson, and the choristers are at the psalters, 345 and the converts at the misereres — for so they order their lamentings — and even the simplest at pater nosters. Through offices and cloisters he gazes everywhere, up and down, and sees in remote recesses here five, here three, here two, here one. He looks fixedly, if he may, at every one. The one has to lament, the other weep, a third to groan and sigh. Much he wonders what ails them. "Holy Mary!" he says, "what ails these folk that they bear them thus and show such grief? Methinks they are perturbed indeed, that they all make such lamentations." Then he added, "Holy Mary! — ah! woe is me, what have I said! I trow they are praying God for mercy. But, O wretched me! what am I doing? For there is none here so caitiff but who vies with all the rest in serving God after his trade; but I had no business here, for I now not what to do or say. A very wretch was I when I gave myself to the Order, for I know nor prayer, nor aught that is good. I see them — one before and another behind — while I only walk with nose in air and consume victuals for nothing. If I am found out in this I shall foully fail, 346 for they will thrust me out to the dogs. And here am I, a strong villain, doing naught but eat. Verily I am wretched in a high degree." Then in despite he wept for woe, and for his part would he were dead. "Holy Mary, mother!" he said, " do pray your Sovereign Father that he hold me in his pleasure, and send me his good counsel, that I may have power to serve him and you, and may earn the victuals that I take" for I know well that I misreceive them."



Thus maddened with grief he went his way, till, searching through the monastery, he came upon a crypt, and crouched down by an altar, pressing up as close to it as might be. Above the altar was the form of my lady, the Holy Mary. He had not lost his way when he came to that place! No, verily, for God, who well knows how to call his own to him, led him there. When he heard them sound for Mass he leapt up, all dismayed. "Ah!" he cried, "how am I betrayed! Now each one will say his stave, and here am I like a tethered ox, doing naught but browse, and spoiling victuals for no good. — Shall I say it? Shall I do it? 347 By the mother of God I will! I shall ne'er be blamed for it, if I do what I have learned, and served the mother of God in her monastery according to my trade. The rest serve in chanting, and I will serve in tumbling.



He removes his cloak and strips himself and lays his clothes beside the altar; but that his flesh be not all naked, he keeps on an under-coat, right fine and thin, scarce more than a shift. Then he stood, just in his body, well girt and adorned. He girds his coat and takes his stand, turns towards the image right humble, and looks upon it. "Lady," says he, "to your protection I commend my body and my soul. Sweet queen, sweet lady, despise not what I know: for I would fain essay to serve you in good faith, if God aid me, without guile. I can not chant, nor read to you; but, certes, I would pick for you a choice of all my finest feats. Now, may I be like the bull-calf that leaps and bounds before his mother. Lady, who art no whit bitter to such as serve you truly, whatsoever I am, may it be for you." Then he began his leaps before her, low and small, great and high, first under and then over. 348 Then he threw himself on his knees again before the image, and saluted it. "Ah!" he says, "all-sweet Queen! of your pity and of your frankness, despise not my service." Then he tumbled and leapt, and made, in festal guise, the vault of Metz around his head. He saluted the image and adored it, and honoured it with all his might. Then he did the French vault and then the vault of Champagne, and then he did the Spanish vault and then the vaults they do in Brittany, and then the vault of Lorraine, and strained him self to do the best of all his power. Then he did the Roman vault, and put his hand before his brow and danced so featly, as he gazed right humbly at the image of the Mother of God. "Lady," he said, "this is a choice performance. I do it for no other but for you; so aid me God, I do not — for you and for your son! And this I dare avouch and boast, that for me it is no playwork. But I am serving you, and that pays me. The others serve, and so do I. Lady, despise not your slave, for I serve you for your disport. Lady, you are the mon-joie that kindles all the world.š Then he tumbled with his feet up in the air, walked and 349 went on his two hands that he might journey closer to the ground. He twists with his feet and weeps with his eyes. „Lady,š he says, „I adore you with heart and body, feet and hands, for I can nor more nor less. Henceforth I will ever be your minstrel. They shall sing in there together, and I will come here to entertain you. Lady, you can guide me. For God‚s sake do not despise me.š Then he beat his breast in penitence, he sighed and wept right tenderly, for he knew not how else to pray. Then he turned back and made a leap. „Lady,š he said, „so save me God, I ne‚er did that before! This does not rank among inferior feats, and is all new. Lady! what fill of joyance should he have made who might abide with you in your glorious manor. For God‚s sake Lady, receive me therein, for I am yours, and no whit my own.š Then he did the vault of Metz again, and tumbled and danced right there. And when he heard them raise the chants he laid too in right good earnest, and as long as the Mass lasted his body did not cease to dance and trip and leap, till he waxed so faint he might no longer stand upon his feet, but fell upon the ground and 350 dropped for very weariness. And as blood drips from the spit so the sweat started from him, head to foot, from end to end. „Lady,š he said, „I can do no more now; but, indeed, I‚ll come again.š With heat he seemed all burning. He puts on his vestments again, and when he is clothed salutes the image and goes his way. „Adieu,š he says, „sweetest friend. For God‚s sake be not cast down, for if I can I will come again. At ever hour1 I would serve you the very best that may be, if it please you, and if I can.š Then he went away, still looking at the image. „Lady,š he said, „what pity that I know not all those psalters! Right gladly would I say them for love of you, most sweet Lady. To you I commend my body and my soul.



This life he led long time, for at every hour thenceforth he went to render his service and his homage before the image; for he took marvellous delight therein, and did it with a right good-will, so that no day was ever so weary but what he did his best 351 therein to entertain the Mother of God; and never did he desire other sport. Now they knew, of course, that he went every day into the crypt, but no man on earth knew, save God, what it was that he did there, nor would he, for all the wealth the world possesses, have had any know his doings save only the Lord God alone. For he well believed that so soon as they should know they would chase him out and force him into the world again, which is all seething with sins, and he would liefer die than ever be bitten again with sin. But God, who knew his meaning, and how great was his compunction, and the love that made him do it, would not have his deed concealed. Rather did the Sire will and decree that the doings of his friend should be known and manifested, for his Mother‚s sake, whom he had fêted, and that all should know and understand and perceive that God rejects no one who comes to him in love, of whatsoever trade he be, if only he love God and do right.



Now, do you suppose that God would have prized his service had he not loved? 352 Not a whit, however much he tumbled! But it was his love that he prized. Do penance and toil all you may, keep fast and vigil all you may, weep all you may and sigh, groan and pray, and give yourself to discipline, and go to Mass and matin, and give all you have, and pay all you owe: yet, if you love not God with all your heart, all these good things are thrown away — be well assured — and avail you naught at all for salvation; for without love and without pity all labour counts for nothing. God asks not gold nor silver, but only true love in folks‚ hearts. And this man loved God unfeigningly,. and that was why God prized his service.



So went it with the good man long space. I cannot number you the years that the good man was thus at ease; but the time came when he was very ill at ease: for a monk took note of him, and blamed him much in his heart for that he came not to matins. He wondered what became of him, and said that he would never stop till he knew what sort of man this was, and for what he was worth, and how he earned his 353 bread.2 The monk observed and tracked and spied him out until he plainly saw him plying his trade without disguise, as I have told you. „In faith,š said he, „here is fine sport! and methinks greater doings than all the rest of ours put together! There are the others at their orisons, and toiling for the houses, while he is dancing as proudly as if he had a hundred marks of silver. He does his business in good style, and verily he pays us all he owes. It is a goodly way of doing it — for us to chant for him and him to tumble for us! We pay for him and he for us.. If we do weep, he gives us quits. Would all the Convent could see him as I do — if I had to fast till nightfall for it! Not a soul, I trow, could keep from laughing if they saw the fury with which this wretch goes killing himself, as he throws himself into his tumbling and gives himself no mercy. May God count it for penance! for he does it without guile. And, for my part, in sooth, I think no ill of it; for I take it he does according to his lights and in good 354 faith, because he would not fain be idle.š This the monk saw with his eyes at all the hours of the day, as he worked and rested not. Much did he laugh and much rejoice, and felt delight and pity.



He went to the Abbot and told him. From end to end he related it just as you have heard. Whereon the Abbot rose to his feet and said to the monk: „Now hold your peace, and do not scandalise him; I bid you, on the vows of your Order. And observe my command to speak of it to no one, save to me. And we will go and see it this day. We will find out what it may mean. And we will pray the Celestial King and his most sweet dear Mother, who is so precious and bright, to beg, in her sweetness, her Son, her Father, her Lord, to let me see this thing to-day, if it be his pleasure; that God be the more loved thereby and the good man, be not blamed, if it likewise please him.š Then they went all quietly and hid themselves without more ado hard by the altar in a nook where he could not see them. The Abbot and the monk witnessed all the convert‚s office, and all the 355 divers vaults he made, and his leaping and dancing and saluting the image, and tripping and bounding, until he came to faint. He worked himself into such weariness that he needs must fall, and down he sat all worn out. The sweat all over him, for very toil, dropped down upon the floor of the crypt. But in short time, in little space, his sweet Lady succours him, her whom he serves without deceit. Well knew she how to come at need!



The Abbot looked and straightway saw a Dame so glorious descend from the vault that none e‚er saw one so precious and so richly arrayed, nor was one so beauteous e‚er born. Her garments were very costly with gold and precious stones. With her were the angels from heaven above, and the archangels, who came around the minstrel and solaced and sustained him. When they were ranged around him all his hear was assuaged. Then they pressed to serve him, because they longed to repay the service that he did their Lady, who is so precious a gem. And the sweet frank Queen held a white napkin, and fanned her minstrel with 356 it right sweetly before the altar. The Dame, frank and meek, fans his neck and body and face to cool him. Well does she undertake to aid him. The Dame abandons herself to the task. The good man does not turn a glance to her, for he sees her not, nor knows a whit that he has such fair company.



The holy angels do him great honour, albeit they remain no longer with him, and the Lady sojourns there no more. She makes the sign of God on him and turns away, and the holy angels make him an escort: for they find a marvellous delight in gazing on their companion, and only wait the hour when God shall cast him from this life and they shall have snatched his soul. And this the Abbot saw without let, and his monk, a good four times, for at every hour it came to pass that the Mother of God came to aid and succour her man, for she well knows to rescue her own. The Abbot had exceeding joy, for he had longed sore to know the truth of it. But now God had shewn him verily that the service pleased him which his poor man had rendered. The monk was all confused, as though 357 burnt with anguish. To the Abbot he said: „Have mercy, sire! This is a holy man that I see here. If I have said aught concerning him amiss ‚t is meet my body make it good. Lay on me my penance, for beyond all doubt this is a good man. We have seen it all right through, and cannot ever be deceived about it.š Said the Abbot: „You speak truth, God has made us know right well that he loves him with a love all tender. Now I command you straightway, in virtue of obedience, and on pain of falling under sentence, that you speak to no man of what you have seen, if it be not to God and to me.š „And I,š said he, „give you my promise, sire.š With these words they withdraw, and make no longer stay in the crypt; nor did the good man delay, but put on his garments again, and when he had done all his task, he went to disport himself in the monastery.



And so the time came and went until a little afterwards if came to pass that the Abbot sent for the man that had so much good in him. When he heard that he was sent for and that the Abbot was asking for 358 him, his heart was so full of sorrow, that he knew not what he should say. „Ah me!š he cried, „I am accused. Never shall I be a day without misery and toil and shame, for my service comes to naught. It is not pleasing to God, as I take it. Ah me! nay, rather, it displeases him: for the truth of it has come to light. Did I suppose that such a deed as mine and such sport were fit to please the Lord God? Not a whit. I ne‚er did any good. Alas, what shall I do, what shall I say? Fair, sweetest God, what will become of me? Now shall I be slain and shamed, now shall I be banished from hence, now shall I become a target out there in the world with all its evil. Sweet Lady, holy Mary, how far astray was that idea of mine! And I know not whom to take to counsel. Lady, come you to guide me! Do not delay nor linger. And do bring you Mother with you. For God‚s sake come not without her. Come both of you to help me, for I know not what to plead. They will say straightway, at the first word, őBe off with you!‚ Oh me! 359 what answer can I make when I have not a word to say? What does it matter, for I shall have to go.š Weeping, so that his face was wet, he came before the Abbot; weeping, he knelt before him. „Sire,š he cried, „for the mercy of God, will you chase me out from here? Say what you will command. W ill do all you will.š The Abbot said, „I will to know, and will that you should tell me true — you have been long time here, winter and summer — I will to know what is your worth, and how you earn your bread.š „Alas!š said he, „I knew it well, that I should be sent upon my way soon as my doing should be known: that they would have no more to do with me. Sire,š he said, „I go my way. Wretched I am and wretched I shall be, and I never made a farthing‚s worth of any goods.š The Abbot answered, „Far am I from saying that, but I require and demand, and moreover I command you in virtue of obedience, that you tell me all you know, and at what trade you serve us in our monastery.š „Sire!š he said, „how have you slain me! How this command kills me!š Then he tells him, with whatever grief, all his doings, 360 from end to end, so that he did not leave a word to say but told it all at a breath, just as I have related it. And now he has told it all and narrated it to him with clasped hands, weeping, kissing his feet and sighing.



The holy Abbot turned to him, and, weeping, raised him up, and kissed both his two eyes. „Brother,š said he, „now hold thy peace, for I accord, in very truth, that you shall be of our convent. God grant that we may be of yours; in guerdon of service done in our own. I and you will be good friends. Fair, sweet brother, pray for me, and I will pray again for you. And I pray you, my sweet friend, and command you without feigning, that you do this service frankly, even as you have done it — ay, and yet better if you have the skill.š „Sire,š said he, „is this in verity?š „Yes,š said the Abbot, „‚t is in verity.š He charged him, on pain of penance, to doubt it no more; whereat the good man was so overjoyed, as says the ditty, that he scarce knew what had become of him, and he must needs sit down, and he turned all pale. When his heart came back to him his bosom leapt 361 with joy, so sore that an ill assailed him, whereof in right short space he died. But very meekly he did his service without repose, morning, and evening, night and day, never missing an hour until he was smitten sick; and so great was the ill that held him that he could not stir from his bed. Then it was grievous shame to him that he might not pay his dues; and therefor chiefly was he troubled, for he complained not a whit of his ill, save that he stood in sore doubt of losing his penance, in that he toiled not at that toil that was his wont. It seemed him he was all too slothful; and since slothful he must be henceforth, the good man prayed to God to receive him e‚er he were undone by sloth. For he felt such utter grief about this matter, whereof some knew, that his heart might not endure it; yet needs but he lie and could not stir. The holy Abbot honours him much; he and his monk at every hour come to chant at his couch. And he took such great delight in what they sang to him of God that he would not have had Poitou in lieu of it, but would have given all in quittance, such joy had he in hearing. Well did he confess and 362 repent; yet withal was he in doubt. What need of more? At the last it behooved him to meet his end.



The Abbot was there and all his monks, many a priest and many a canon, who gazed at him right humbly, and saw all openly a miracle most marvellous. For they all saw with their eyes that his end were the angels present, and the Mother of God and the archangels, ranged all around him. And on the other side were the furious ones, the enemies and the devils, to have his soul — it is no fable! But in vain had they waited, and hastened and strained so far, for they shall have no part in his soul. Albeit his soul departs from his body it falls not at all, for the Mother of God has received it. And the angels who are there sing for joy and go their way, and carry him to heaven, as was decreed. And this all the convent saw, and all the rest who were there. Now they all knew and were aware that God would no longer hide is love of his bachelor, but rather would that each and all should know and recognise the good in him. Great joy and great marvel had they thereat. High 363 honour did they render to his body, which they bore into their monastery, rendering high service to God. Nor was there [missing several words] chanted or read in the choir of the [ditto] church.



With right great honour do they bury him, and look upon him as a holy corse. And then without disguise the Abbot told them all the tale of him and of his way of life even as you have heard it, and of all that he saw in the crypt. The convent listened gladly. „Verily,š they said, „we must needs believe you, for the truth bears witness. It is well proved at need; nor is there place for doubt that he has made his penance.š Great joy had they amongst themselves thereat.

Thus ends The Minstrel. In happy hour he tumbled; in happy hours he served; for thereby he won high honour such that none may compare therewith. This is what the holy fathers relate concerning what befell this minstrel. Now pray we to God, who has no like, that he grant us so to serve him that we may earn his love.





1 I.e., the canonical hours of matins, nones, vespers and compline. So throughout the story.

2 I.e., what (spiritual) service he was rendering to the corporation in return for the bread he ate. So throughout.

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