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Caen. Modern criticism has selected four only as undoubtedly his. These are⁠—(1) Les Aventures d’Adhelmar de Nointel, a metrical romance, plainly of youthful composition, containing some seven thousand verses; (2) Le Roy Amaury, well known to English students in Watson’s spirited translation; (3) Le Roman de Lusignan, a re-handling of the Melusina myth, most of which is wholly lost; (4) Le Dizain des Reines, a collection of quasi-historical novellino interspersed with lyrics. Six other romances are known to have been written by Nicolas, but these have perished; and he is credited with the authorship of Le Cocu Rouge, included by Hinsauf, and of several Ovidian translations or imitations still unpublished. The Satires formerly attributed to him BĂŒlg has shown to be spurious compositions of 17th century origin.

—E. Noel Codman, Handbook of Literary Pioneers.

Nicolas de Caen est un reprĂ©sentant agrĂ©able, naĂŻf, et expressif de cet Ăąge que nous aimons Ă  nous reprĂ©senter de loin comme l’ñge d’or du bon vieux temps⁠ ⁠
 Nicolas croyait Ă  son Roy et Ă  sa Dame, il croyait surtout Ă  son Dieu. Nicolas sentait que le monde Ă©tait semĂ© Ă  chaque pas d’obscuritĂ©s et d’embĂ»ches, et que l’inconnu Ă©tait partout; partout aussi Ă©tait le protecteur invisible et le soutien; Ă  chaque souffle qui frĂ©missait, Nicolas croyait le sentir comme derriĂšre le rideau. Le ciel par-dessus ce Nicolas de Caen Ă©tait ouvert, peuplĂ© en chaque point de figures vivantes, de patrons attentifs et manifestes, d’une invocation directe. Le plus intrĂ©pide guerrier alors marchait dans un mĂ©lange habituel de crainte et de confiance, comme un tout petit enfant. A cette vue, les esprits les plus Ă©mancipĂ©s d’aujourd’hui ne sauraient s’empĂȘcher de crier, en tempĂ©rant leur sourire par le respect: Sancta simplicitas!

—Paul Verville, Notice sur la vie de Nicolas de Caen.

The Argument

“Of how, through Woman-Worship, knaves compound
With honoure; Kings reck not of their domaine;
Proud Pontiffs sigh; & War-men world-renownd,
Toe win one Woman, all things else disdaine:
Since Melicent doth in herselfe contayne
All this world’s Riches that may farre be found.

“If Saphyres ye desire, her eies are plaine;
If Rubies, loe, hir lips be Rubyes sound;
If Pearles, hir teeth be Pearles, both pure & round;
If Yvorie, her forehead Yvory weene;
If Gold, her locks with finest Gold abound;
If Silver, her faire hands have Silver’s sheen.

“Yet that which fayrest is, but Few beholde,
Her Soul adornd with vertues manifold.”

—⁠Sir William Allonby Domnei A Comedy of Woman-Worship

The romance of Lusignan of that forgotten maker in the French tongue, messire Nicolas de Caen. Here begins the tale which they of Poictesme narrate concerning dame Melicent, that was daughter to the great count Manuel.

Part I Perion

How Perion, that stalwart was and gay,
Treadeth with sorrow on a holiday,
Since Melicent anon must wed a king:
How in his heart he hath vain love-longing,
For which he putteth life in forfeiture,
And would no longer in such wise endure;
For writhing Perion in Venus’ fire
So burneth that he dieth for desire.

I How Perion Was Unmasked

Perion afterward remembered the two weeks spent at Bellegarde as in recovery from illness a person might remember some long fever dream which was all of an intolerable elvish brightness and of incessant laughter everywhere. They made a deal of him in Count Emmerick’s pleasant home: day by day the outlaw was thrust into relations of mirth with noblemen, proud ladies, and even with a king; and was all the while half lightheaded through his singular knowledge as to how precariously the self-styled Vicomte de Puysange now balanced himself, as it were, upon a gilded stepping-stone from infamy to oblivion.

Now that King Theodoret had withdrawn his sinister presence, young Perion spent some seven hours of every day alone, to all intent, with Dame Melicent. There might be merry people within a stone’s throw, about this recreation or another, but these two seemed to watch aloofly, as royal persons do the antics of their hired comedians, without any condescension into open interest. They were together; and the jostle of earthly happenings might hope, at most, to afford them matter for incurious comment.

They sat, as Perion thought, for the last time together, part of an audience before which the Confraternity of St. MĂ©dard was enacting a masque of The Birth of Hercules. The Bishop of Montors had returned to Bellegarde that evening with his brother, Count Gui, and the pleasure-loving prelate had brought these mirth-makers in his train. Clad in scarlet, he rode before them playing upon a lute⁠—unclerical conduct which shocked his preciser brother and surprised nobody.

In such circumstances Perion began to speak with an odd purpose, because his reason was bedrugged by the beauty and purity of Melicent, and perhaps a little by the slow and clutching music to whose progress the chorus of Theban virgins was dancing. When he had made an end of harsh whispering, Melicent sat for a while in scrupulous appraisement of the rushes. The music was so sweet it seemed to Perion he must go mad unless she spoke within the moment.

Then Melicent said:

“You tell me you are not the Vicomte de Puysange. You tell me you are, instead, the late King Helmas’ servitor, suspected of his murder. You are the fellow that stole the royal jewels⁠—the outlaw for whom half Christendom is searching⁠—”

Thus Melicent began to speak at last; and still he could not intercept those huge and tender eyes whose purple made the thought of heaven comprehensible.

The man replied:

“I am that widely hounded Perion of the Forest. The true vicomte is the wounded rascal over whose delirium we marvelled only last Tuesday. Yes, at the door of your home I attacked him, fought him⁠—hah, but fairly, madame!⁠—and stole his brilliant garments and with them his papers. Then in my desperate necessity I dared

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