On Sunday morning, Lorenzo awoke refreshed. After returning from his trip at night, he slept like a log. He had opened one eye when the two monks who shared the bunk with him got up to go to the chapel to say their prayers laude. But he immediately plunged back into sleep. The sun was shining when he descended to the dining hall: Perrinet the custody of martel was eating soup.
- "Skinny" he pointed to Lorenzo "Brother Pasquet left us and disappeared after drinking a cup of water. As for the aldermen who had to leave at dawn, they are still sleeping "In My added with a laugh. "You will find a bowl in the dresser." Lorenzo went to serve the soup in the pot hanging from the rack in the fireplace.
He remained a good three miles to go before reaching Cressanges. Unlike his companions the night before, Perrinet The Martel was a busy man. And little to say. Lorenzo, who was to meet with the vicar before the great mass for announce his mission was a little worried the train passed by the two aldermen who seemed to want to extend as much as possible their walk in the countryside and the forest and seemed to know all the stops when it was good to drink a wine country . During the trip, both Babblers had taught him many things. And Lorenzo, a little surprised at the beginning of such a verbal barrage, but eager for knowledge, had quickly been interested in what they said. He brought a hand to paper to write down the poems he concocted usually in his head, but had already used also noted several slips for his comments. He intended to return to observe plants with medicinal properties that his fellow passengers had reported to his attention. Unlike his uncle Giuseppe, who took him for a child irresponsible adults he had met since arriving in the duchy of Bourbonnais treated him as an equal. He was perhaps the confidence that had manifested in the master Péant investing a mission as important as that of auditing the accounts of the parish and to organize small grammar schools ... ....
Perrinet the Martel had left the reservation praise him for the work of foresters. Work of several generations had achieved a wood of tall trees, ideal for use in strengthening the fortifications of cities, but especially vital to the maintenance of bridges and the free movement of goods in a prosperous country. Among the monks, who administered the officers, the sergeants who supervised foresters who cut the wood, but also of replanted seedlings, cutters, farmers are allowed to come take a bit of game for food, and coal, forest was far from deserted ... During a stop, and Lorenzo Perrinet had seen happen so many people came to inquire the news.
Lorenzo was then, this forest, much less alarming than he had expected. At the convent where her mother lived, he read a copy of the Gallic Wars of Julius Caesar, which featured the Gaulish forest and impregnable as a hostile environment. And his first contact with pine woods and crossed between Charlieu The Palisse, rain and strong wind, had confirmed her fears. It came with two ambassadors of the Duke of Florence, naturally accompanied by armed men ... The little band had spent two nights at the castle Counts of Chabannes, where she was greeted warmly. The ancestor of the present Earl was dead before Pavia (1). Since much of the best nobility of France, who sixty years, was partly an attempt to make war and adventure beyond the Alps, he had experienced a great fascination for Italy. He had built a new pavilion, decorated in the style of Tuscan palace. In this haven of peace, the travelers had learned that a convoy of merchant was attacked by bandits and one of them was critically wounded. Lorenzo was not surprised that in this cut throat it happened. Legends recounted to him by the brother Jeannin, who was very attracted by things more or less magical, especially with regard to coal, it had therefore raised concerns that forests are a refuge bourbonnaisese for hordes of savages. Before his departure from Mills, he was so careful to sharpen his knife and stood ready to fight ...
He was surprised, after his meeting with Mary, she shares his interest in observing the sky and it may have at its disposal an object so sophisticated to watch. And she had suggested that his father was not content to use this object, but in addition to turning wood into charcoal powder, he blew the glass and tried to improve the technique of magnifying lenses ... Lorenzo was anxious to meet him.
Now, the forest was more frequently interrupted by clearings amidst which ended up being consumed by fire emerging from round huts of branches. Perrinet saluted in passing the men who watched as it was feared the fire. Marie Lorenzo looked around but did not notice. They led
good train to arrive before the time of the Mass: Lorenzo pranced on his mule proves that be an excellent mount. He turned several times to verify that the cage in which the pigeons dozed was well secured to his saddle.
The path they had followed since the priory borrowed actually a ridge line and even though he had nothing to do with those in his native Tuscany allowed access to villages perched on the steeple of which Cressanges emerged between two trees with a hedge surpombait the surrounding countryside.
They arrived before the third hour ... Lorenzo was a recoil from the monumental pile of wood erected in the square at the entrance of the village ...
- "Brother Pasquet has persuaded the vicar Lours to develop a stake in Cressanges? "
-" Tomorrow, Monday is the Brandons, reassured Perrinet ... .. It is a custom in our campaigns to light fires and "brandouner at the foot of fruit trees for good crops. Late at night, youth dance around the embers. You will be welcome: the villagers are very hospitable. "
He accompanied her to the sacristy and the priest offered him Bear. One of his ancestors came from Germany and the name was a translation of an unpronounceable surname had entrusted the Perrinet Martel Lorenzo, who found that the name stuck well to his clumsy appearance! Physically he looked like he had admired the miniature with Margaret in a copy of the book hunting Gaston de Foix preserved in the library of Castle Mills. They all agreed that Lorenzo was scheduled to speak after the Mass to contact parents of young children and convince them to send them follow the course that would be exempt from the month of May in the small schools. He also informed that he had the task of checking accounts: compile recognition of revenues owed to the cure and receipts relating to work on buildings, which apparently were common and accounted for the smallest share Péant returning to the father. Admittedly, it did not expect to derive great benefits, but he was curious to know why.
hearing this, the vicar, who had already demonstrated little enthusiasm to the school project, it looked black.
- "Well, I'm ringing the bells. I'll be late for the great mass "
the middle peasants who were waiting outside the porch, Lorenzo saw Mary and the great red-haired man he had noticed the day before at his side, and he supposed to be his father. The girl went settle the women's side after sending a discreet friendly wave to Lorenzo. The man noticed, however, and they exchanged a few words. But he did not enter the church with her.
- "Skinny" he pointed to Lorenzo "Brother Pasquet left us and disappeared after drinking a cup of water. As for the aldermen who had to leave at dawn, they are still sleeping "In My added with a laugh. "You will find a bowl in the dresser." Lorenzo went to serve the soup in the pot hanging from the rack in the fireplace.
He remained a good three miles to go before reaching Cressanges. Unlike his companions the night before, Perrinet The Martel was a busy man. And little to say. Lorenzo, who was to meet with the vicar before the great mass for announce his mission was a little worried the train passed by the two aldermen who seemed to want to extend as much as possible their walk in the countryside and the forest and seemed to know all the stops when it was good to drink a wine country . During the trip, both Babblers had taught him many things. And Lorenzo, a little surprised at the beginning of such a verbal barrage, but eager for knowledge, had quickly been interested in what they said. He brought a hand to paper to write down the poems he concocted usually in his head, but had already used also noted several slips for his comments. He intended to return to observe plants with medicinal properties that his fellow passengers had reported to his attention. Unlike his uncle Giuseppe, who took him for a child irresponsible adults he had met since arriving in the duchy of Bourbonnais treated him as an equal. He was perhaps the confidence that had manifested in the master Péant investing a mission as important as that of auditing the accounts of the parish and to organize small grammar schools ... ....
Perrinet the Martel had left the reservation praise him for the work of foresters. Work of several generations had achieved a wood of tall trees, ideal for use in strengthening the fortifications of cities, but especially vital to the maintenance of bridges and the free movement of goods in a prosperous country. Among the monks, who administered the officers, the sergeants who supervised foresters who cut the wood, but also of replanted seedlings, cutters, farmers are allowed to come take a bit of game for food, and coal, forest was far from deserted ... During a stop, and Lorenzo Perrinet had seen happen so many people came to inquire the news.
Lorenzo was then, this forest, much less alarming than he had expected. At the convent where her mother lived, he read a copy of the Gallic Wars of Julius Caesar, which featured the Gaulish forest and impregnable as a hostile environment. And his first contact with pine woods and crossed between Charlieu The Palisse, rain and strong wind, had confirmed her fears. It came with two ambassadors of the Duke of Florence, naturally accompanied by armed men ... The little band had spent two nights at the castle Counts of Chabannes, where she was greeted warmly. The ancestor of the present Earl was dead before Pavia (1). Since much of the best nobility of France, who sixty years, was partly an attempt to make war and adventure beyond the Alps, he had experienced a great fascination for Italy. He had built a new pavilion, decorated in the style of Tuscan palace. In this haven of peace, the travelers had learned that a convoy of merchant was attacked by bandits and one of them was critically wounded. Lorenzo was not surprised that in this cut throat it happened. Legends recounted to him by the brother Jeannin, who was very attracted by things more or less magical, especially with regard to coal, it had therefore raised concerns that forests are a refuge bourbonnaisese for hordes of savages. Before his departure from Mills, he was so careful to sharpen his knife and stood ready to fight ...
He was surprised, after his meeting with Mary, she shares his interest in observing the sky and it may have at its disposal an object so sophisticated to watch. And she had suggested that his father was not content to use this object, but in addition to turning wood into charcoal powder, he blew the glass and tried to improve the technique of magnifying lenses ... Lorenzo was anxious to meet him.
Now, the forest was more frequently interrupted by clearings amidst which ended up being consumed by fire emerging from round huts of branches. Perrinet saluted in passing the men who watched as it was feared the fire. Marie Lorenzo looked around but did not notice. They led
good train to arrive before the time of the Mass: Lorenzo pranced on his mule proves that be an excellent mount. He turned several times to verify that the cage in which the pigeons dozed was well secured to his saddle.
The path they had followed since the priory borrowed actually a ridge line and even though he had nothing to do with those in his native Tuscany allowed access to villages perched on the steeple of which Cressanges emerged between two trees with a hedge surpombait the surrounding countryside.
They arrived before the third hour ... Lorenzo was a recoil from the monumental pile of wood erected in the square at the entrance of the village ...
- "Brother Pasquet has persuaded the vicar Lours to develop a stake in Cressanges? "
-" Tomorrow, Monday is the Brandons, reassured Perrinet ... .. It is a custom in our campaigns to light fires and "brandouner at the foot of fruit trees for good crops. Late at night, youth dance around the embers. You will be welcome: the villagers are very hospitable. "
He accompanied her to the sacristy and the priest offered him Bear. One of his ancestors came from Germany and the name was a translation of an unpronounceable surname had entrusted the Perrinet Martel Lorenzo, who found that the name stuck well to his clumsy appearance! Physically he looked like he had admired the miniature with Margaret in a copy of the book hunting Gaston de Foix preserved in the library of Castle Mills. They all agreed that Lorenzo was scheduled to speak after the Mass to contact parents of young children and convince them to send them follow the course that would be exempt from the month of May in the small schools. He also informed that he had the task of checking accounts: compile recognition of revenues owed to the cure and receipts relating to work on buildings, which apparently were common and accounted for the smallest share Péant returning to the father. Admittedly, it did not expect to derive great benefits, but he was curious to know why.
hearing this, the vicar, who had already demonstrated little enthusiasm to the school project, it looked black.
- "Well, I'm ringing the bells. I'll be late for the great mass "
the middle peasants who were waiting outside the porch, Lorenzo saw Mary and the great red-haired man he had noticed the day before at his side, and he supposed to be his father. The girl went settle the women's side after sending a discreet friendly wave to Lorenzo. The man noticed, however, and they exchanged a few words. But he did not enter the church with her.
(1) Marshal Lapalisse died at Pavia in 1525. It was he who "quarter of an hour before his death was still alive" or rather, "was still wanted," original lyrics of the song written in his honor.
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