Oh, my God, Beauchamp shouted, the minister is singing Bellevue. Oh, my God, where are we going?
Mr. Chateau-Renaud went to Maximilian, and Mr. Morel went to the servant to inform two new guests.
Well, it’s time for breakfast now, Beauchamp said, because I seem to remember Albert, you told me you were waiting for two people
Morrel Albert said verbally, Morrel, who is he?
He hasn’t finished yet, Mr. Chateau-Renaud, a handsome young man of about 30 years old, who is full of gentlemanliness, that is to say, he has come to hold Albert’s hand as well as Montema’s wisdom. My dear Albert said, let me introduce you to Mr. Marcelo Morel, a cavalry captain in Arlia. He is my friend and my savior. Pay tribute to my hero. He said, and he gave way to the side. A broad forehead, sharp eyes, dark beard and noble young man have now read. I met him in Marseilles, when the situation was full of drama. I’m sure he won’t forget it. A set of semi-French and semi-oriental styles fully showed his broad chest and strong figure. The young officer bowed with a leisurely, elegant and polite attitude with the Medal of Honor hanging on his chest.
Albert said cordially and sincerely that the Earl of Chateau-Renaud knows how happy it is to introduce me this time. You are his friend and hope to be our friend.
Well said, Chateau-Renaud interjected, I hope he can do it if necessary, just as I do.
He asked Albert, what have you done?
Oh, it’s not worth it, said Morrel. Mr. Chateau-Renaud exaggerated things
It’s not worth it. Chardonnay said that life is not worth it. Honestly, Morrel is not too broad-minded. Maybe it’s not worth it to you because you risk your life every day, but in me, it’s just this once.
I’m sorry, count. It’s obviously Morrel who saved your life.
This is it.
What’s going on? Beauchamp asked
Beauchamp, my dear, you know I’m starving. Debray said, stop leading him to tell long stories, okay
Well, I won’t stop you from coming to the table, Beauchamp replied. Let’s have breakfast and listen to Chateau-Renaud.
Morcerf said it’s only a quarter past ten, and I’m waiting for someone else.
Ah, yes, said Debray, a foreign family
I don’t know whether he is or not. I know that if I entrust him with something, he will give me great satisfaction. If I am the king, I will immediately give him the highest title and give him all my medals. If I can do it, I will even give him the Golden Wool Medal and the Kantai Medal.
Well, since we can’t come to the table yet, Debray said, let’s have a glass of white grape sprinkles and tell us about it.
You all know that I dreamed of going to Africa before.
This is a road that your ancestors have planned for a long time, Albert complimented.
Yes, but I doubt if your goal is to save the holy sepulchre like them.
You’re right. Beauchamp, the noble young man, said that I went to war as a guest. From that time, I chose two accompanying witnesses to force me to hurt my best friend’s arm, so I couldn’t bear to duel with anyone again. You all know my best friend, poor Franz Epinay.
Ah, good. Debray said you had a duel once before. What was it?
If I remember what happened at that time, Chateau-Renaud replied, but I remember one thing very clearly. I really wanted to try my new pistol knot on the Arabs because I was unwilling to let my talent die. I took a boat to Oran and from there to Constantinople. As soon as I got there, I happened to catch the clearance. I retreated with everyone for 40 hours, and I was caught in the rain during the day and was cold at night. But on the third morning, my horse froze to death. Poor thing was used to sleeping in the stable. The Arab horse found that he could not stand the Arabian Ten.
You’re here. That’s why you bought my English Madbray. You said it was probably cold-resistant.
You are wrong, because I have vowed never to go back to Africa.
Then you are frightened, Beauchamp asked
I admit, and I fully replied by Chateau-Renaud, that I retreated on foot because the horse was dead. Six Arabs galloped over to cut off my head. I killed two with my double-barrelled pike and two with my pistol, but at that time, I finished playing, but there were two of them left. One of them grabbed my hair and now it is cut so short, because no one knows what will happen in the future. The other one put a Turkish sword on my neck and this gentleman suddenly attacked them in front of you. The gun killed the one who grabbed my hair, and he cut off another skull with his sword. He came that day to save a life, but it happened that I drove him away. I will make a fortune in the future and must build a statue of fortune from Klagemann or Marotti.
It was Morrel who said with a smile that it was September 5 th, which was an anniversary. My father miraculously saved his life on that day. Every year, I must do something to celebrate it.
Is it a heroic act that Chateau-Renaud interjected that I am always a lucky man, but this is not the case. After saving me from the sword, he saved me from the cold. He didn’t let me share his cloak like Saint Martin, but gave me all his cloaks and then saved me from hunger. Guess what.
A piece of Strasbourg cake, Beauchamp said
Not his horse, we each ate a big piece of horse meat happily, which is very rare.
Horse meat? Albert said with a laugh
Not that kind of sacrifice, Chateau-Renaud replied. Ask Debray if he would sacrifice his English horse for a stranger.
It’s not going to be a complete stranger, Debray said, but a friend, I might.
I predicted that you would become my friend, replied Earl Court Morrel, and I had the good fortune to tell you that it was heroism or sacrifice of spirit. On the contrary, I must fight against bad luck to repay the benefits we had gained before.
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