The Wife Discovering Her Husband in The Hood Of Their Serving-maid
The Heptameron - Day 7 - Tale 69 - The Wife Discovering Her Husband in The Hood Of Their Serving-maid
Summary of the Ninth Tale Told on the Seventh of the Heptameron
On finding her husband bolting meal in the garb of her serving-woman, whom he was awaiting in the hope that he would obtain from her what he desired, a certain lady showed such good sense that she was content to laugh and make merry at his folly.
Heptameron Tale 69
At the castle of Odoz (1) in Bigorre, there dwelt one Charles, equerryto the King and an Italian by birth, who had married a very virtuousand honourable woman. After bearing him many children, she was nowgrown old, whilst he also was not young. And he lived with her in allpeacefulness and affection, for although he would at times speak withhis serving-women, his excellent wife took no notice of this, butquietly dismissed them whenever she found that they were becoming toofamiliar in her house.
One day she hired a discreet and worthy girl, telling her of herhusband's temper and her own, and how she was wont to turn away suchgirls whom she found to be wantons. This maid, wishing to continue inher mistress's service and esteem, resolved to remain a virtuous woman;and although her master often spoke to her, she on her part gave no heedto his words save that she repeated them to her mistress, and they thusboth derived much diversion from his folly.
One day the maid was in a back room bolting meal, and wearing her"sarot," a kind of hood which, after the fashion of that country, notonly formed a coif but covered the whole of the back and shoulders. Hermaster, finding her in this trim, came and urged her very pressingly,and, although she would not have done such a thing even to save herlife, she pretended to consent, and asked leave to go first and seewhether her mistress was engaged in some such manner that they might notbe surprised together. To this he agreed; whereupon she begged him toput her hood upon his head and to continue bolting whilst she was away,in order that her mistress might still hear the noise of the bolter. Andthis he gladly did, in the hope of obtaining what he sought.
The maid, who was by no means inclined to melancholy, ran off to hermistress and said to her—
"Come and see your good husband, whom I have taught to bolt in order tobe rid of him."
The wife made all speed to behold this new serving-woman, and when shesaw her husband with the hood upon his head and the bolter in his hands,she began to laugh so exceedingly, clapping her hands the while, thatshe was scarce able to say to him—
"How much dost want a month, wench, for thy labour?"
The husband, on hearing this voice, realised that he had been deceived,and, throwing down both what he was holding and wearing, he ran at thegirl, calling her a thousand bad names. Had his wife not set herself infront of the maid, he would have given her wage enough for her quarter;but at last all was settled to the content of the parties concerned, andthenceforward they lived together without quarrelling. (2)
"What say you, ladies, of this wife? Was she not sensible to make sportof her husband's sport?"
"'Twas no sport," said Saffredent, "for the husband who failed in hispurpose."
"I believe," said Ennasuite, "that he had more delight in laughing withhis wife, than at killing himself at his age with his serving-woman."
"Still, I should be sorely vexed," said Simontault, "to be discovered sobravely coifed."
"I have heard," said Parlamente, "that it was not your wife's fault thatshe did not once discover you in very much the same attire in spite ofall your craft, and that since then she has known no repose."
"Rest content with what befalls your own house," said Simontault,"without inquiring into what befalls mine. Nevertheless, my wife has noreason to complain of me, and even did I act as you say, she would neverhave occasion to notice it through any lack of what she might need."
"Virtuous women," said Longarine, "require nothing but the love oftheir husbands, which alone can satisfy them. Those who seek a brutishsatisfaction will never find it where honour enjoins."
"Do you call it brutish," asked Geburon, "if a wife desires that herhusband should give her her due?"
"I say," said Longarine, "that a chaste woman, whose heart is filledwith true love, is more content to be perfectly loved than to have allthe delights that the body can desire."
"I am of your opinion," said Dagoucin, "but my lords here will neitherhear it nor confess it. I think if mutual love cannot satisfy a woman,her husband alone will not do so; for unless she live in the lovethat is honourable for a woman, she must be tempted by the infernallustfulness of brutes."
"In truth," said Oisille, "you remind me of a lady who was both handsomeand well wedded, but who, through not living in that honourable love,became more carnal than swine and more cruel than lions."
"I ask you, madam," said Simontault, "to end the day by telling us herstory."
"That I cannot do," said Oisille, "and for two reasons. The first isthat it is exceedingly long; and the second, that it does not belong toour own day. It is written indeed by an author worthy of belief; but weare sworn to relate nothing that has been written."
"That is true," said Parlamente; "but I believe I know the story youmean, and it is written in such old language that methinks no onepresent except ourselves has ever heard of it. It will therefore belooked upon as new."
Upon this the whole company begged her to tell it without fear for itslength, seeing that a full hour was yet left before vespers. So, attheir request, the Lady Oisille thus began:—
This is the Heptameron of Marguerite de Navarre
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