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They may all fast jangle clatter

 


Capitulo xj. How Grymbert the Dasse warned the Fox that the King was wroth with him, and would slay him.

All these words heard Grymbert the Dasse
who was his brother's son
he was sorry and angry

if it might have profitted
he ran then the highway to Maleperduys
he spared neither bush nor hedge
but he hasted so sore
that he sweat
he sorrowed himself 
for Reynard his uncle
and as he went he said to himself

alas in what danger be ye come in!
where shall ye become?
shall I see you brought from life to death
or else exiled out of the land?

truly I may be well sorrowful
for ye be the head of all our lineage
ye be wise of counsel
ye be ready to help your friends
when they have need
ye can so well show your reasons
that where ye speak
ye win all 

with such manner
wailing
and piteous words
came Grymbert to Maleperduys
and found Reynard his uncle there standing
who had gotten two pigeons
as they came first out of their nest
to assay if they could fly
and because the feathers on their wings were too short
they fell down to the ground
and as Reynard was going out to search for meat
he espied them
and caught them
and was coming home with them

and when he saw Grymbert coming
he tarried and said

welcome
my best beloved nephew
that I know in all my kindred
ye have run fast
ye have sweat
have ye any new tidings

alas

said he

lief uncle
it stands evil with you
ye have lost both life and goods
the King has sworn he shall give you
a shameful death
he has commanded all his folk within vj. days
for to be here
archers
horsemen
and people in wains
and he has guns
bombards
tents and pavilions
and also he has
made funeral tapers

see before you
for ye have need
Ysegrym and Bruyn
are better now with the King
than I am with you
all that they will
is done
Isegrym has brought him to understand
that ye be a thief and a murderer
he has great annoy with you
Lapreel the Cony and Corbant the Rook
have made a great complaint also
I sorrow much for your life
that for dread I am all sick

Puf

said the Fox

dear nephew
is there nothing else
be ye so sore afraid hereof
make good cheer hardily
though the King himself
and all that were in court
had sworn my death
yet shall I be exalted
above them all
they may all fast jangle clatter
and give counsel
but the court may not prosper without me
and my wiles and subtlety



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