The Queen Pedauque Part 28

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CHAPTER XXI

Death of M. Jerome Coignard

Two days pa.s.sed in cruel alternations. After that my good master became extremely weak.

"There is no more hope," M. Coquebert told me. "Look how his head lies on the pillow, how thin his nose is."

As a fact, my good master's nose, formerly big and red, was nothing now but a bent blade, livid like lead.

"Tournebroche, my son," he said to me in a voice still full and strong but of a sound quite strange to me, "I feel that I have but a short time to live. Go and fetch that good priest, that he may listen to my confession."

The vicar was in his vineyard. There I went.

"The vintage is finished," he said, "and more abundant than I had hoped for; now let's go and help that poor fellow."

I conducted him to my master's bedside and we left him alone with the dying.

An hour later he came out again and said:

"I can a.s.sure you that M. Jerome Coignard dies in admirable sentiments of piety and humility. At his request, and in consideration of his fervour, I'll give him the viatic.u.m. During the time necessary for putting on my holy garments, you, Madame Coquebert, will do me the favour to send to the vestry the boy who serves me at ma.s.s every morning and make the room ready for the reception of G.o.d."

Madame Coquebert swept the room, put a white coverlet on the bed, placed a little table at the bedside, and covered it with a cloth; she put two candlesticks on the table and lit the candles, and an earthenware bowl wherein a sprig of box swam in the holy water.

Soon we heard the tinkling of the little bell, saw the cross coming in, carried by a child, and the priest clad in white carrying the holy vessels. Jahel, M. d'Anquetil, Madame Coquebert and I fell on our knees.

"_Pax huic domui_," said the priest.

"_Et omnibus habiantibus in en_," replied the servitor.

Then the vicar took holy water and sprayed it over the patient and the bed.

A moment longer he meditated and then he said with much solemnity:

"My son, have you no declaration to make?"

"Yes, sir," said M. Abbe Coignard, with a firm voice, "I forgive my murderer."

Then the priest gave him the holy wafer:

"_Ecce Agnus Dei, qui tollit peccata mundi._"

My good master replied with a sigh:

"May I speak to my Lord, I who am naught but dust and ashes? How can I dare to come unto you, I who do not feel any good in me to give me courage? How can I introduce you into me, after having so often wounded your eyes full of kindness?"

And the Abbe Coignard received the holy viatic.u.m in profound silence, interrupted by our sobs and by the great noise Madame Coquebert made blowing her nose.

After having received, my good master made me a sign to come near him, and said with a feeble but distinct voice:

"Jacques Tournebroche, my son, reject, along with the example I gave you, the maxims which I may have proposed to you during my period of lifelong folly. Be in fear of women and of books for the softness and pride accords the little ones a clearer intelligence than the wise one takes in them. Be humble of heart and spirit. G.o.d can give them. 'Tis He who gives all science. My boy, do not listen to those who, like me, subtilise on the good and the evil. Do not be taken in by the beauty and acuteness of their discourses, for the kingdom of G.o.d does not consist of words but of virtue."

He remained quiet, exhausted. I took his hand, lying on the sheet, and covered it with kisses and tears. I told him that he was our master, our friend, our father, and that I could not live without him.

And for long hours I remained waiting at the foot of his bed.

He pa.s.sed so peaceful a night that I conceived a quite desperate hope.

In this state he remained part of the following day. But towards the evening he became agitated and p.r.o.nounced words so indistinctly that they remained a secret between G.o.d and himself.

At midnight he fell into a kind of swoon, and nothing could be heard but the slight scratching of his finger nails on the sheet. He no longer knew me.

About two o'clock the death rattle began. The hoa.r.s.e and rapid breathing which came from his breast was loud enough to be heard far away in the village street, and my ears were so full of it that I fancied I heard it long after that unhappy day. At daybreak he made a sign with his hand which we could not understand, and sighed long and deeply. It was his last. His features took in death a majesty worthy of the genius that had animated him, and the loss of which will never be repaired.

CHAPTER XXII

Funeral and Epitaph

The Vicar of Vallars prepared a worthy funeral for M. Jerome Coignard.

He chanted the death ma.s.s and gave the benediction.

My good master was carried to the graveyard close by the church; and M. d'Anquetil offered supper at Gaulard's to all the people who had a.s.sisted at the funeral. They drank new wine and sang Burgundian songs.

Afterwards I went with M. d'Anquetil to the vicar to thank him for his good offices.

"Ah!" he said, "that priest has given us a grand consolation by his edifying end. I have seldom seen a Christian die in such admirable sentiments, and I think it fit to fix his memory by a suitable inscription on his tombstone. Both of you, gentlemen, are learned enough to do that successfully, and I engage myself to have the epitaph of the defunct engraved on a large white stone, in the manner and style wherein you compose it. But remember, in making the stone speak, to make it proclaim nothing but the praise of G.o.d."

I begged of him to believe that I should apply all my zeal to this work, and M. d'Anquetil promised to give the matter a gallant and graceful turn.

"I will," he said, "try to write French verse in the style of M.

Chapelle."

"That's right!" said the vicar. "But are you not curious to look at my winepress? The wine will be good this year, and I have made enough for my own and my servants' use. Alas! save for the _fleurebers_ we should have had far more."

After supper M. d'Anquetil called for ink, and began the composition of his French verses. But he soon became impatient and threw up in the air the pen, ink and paper.

"Tournebroche," he said, "I've made two verses only, and I am not quite sure that they are good. They run as follows:

'Ci-dessus git monsieur Coignard II faut bien mourir tot ou tard.'"

I replied that the best of it was, that he had noi written a third one.

And I pa.s.sed the night composing the following epitaph in Latin:

D. O. M.

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