The Knight Of Malta - Prose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D C D D E D C CFC G C H F I I C C C J K D H F L D D D D D D D D C D M K N C C K H K H O K C F F F| To the Editor of the Knickerbocker | A |
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| Sir In the course of a tour which I made in Sicily in the days of my juvenility I passed some little time at the ancient city of Catania at the foot of Mount tna Here I became acquainted with the Chevalier L an old Knight of Malta It was not many years after the time that Napoleon had dislodged the knights from their island and he still wore the insignia of his order He was not however one of those reliques of that once chivalrous body who had been described was a few worn out old men creeping about certain parts of Europe with the Maltese cross on their breasts on the contrary though advanced in life his form was still light and vigorous he had a pale thin intellectual visage with a high forehead and a bright visionary eye He seemed to take a fancy to me as I certainly did to him and we soon became intimate I visited him occasionally at his apartments in the wing of an old palace looking toward Mount tna He was an antiquary a virtuoso and a connoisseur His rooms were decorated with mutilated statues dug up from Grecian and Roman ruins old vases lachrymals and sepulchral lamps He had astronomical and chemical instruments and black letter books in various languages I found that he had dipped a little in chimerical studies and had a hankering after astrology and alchymy He affected to believe in dreams and visions and delighted in the fanciful Rosicrucian doctrines I cannot persuade myself however that he really believed in all these I rather think he loved to let his imagination carry him away into the boundless fairy land which they unfolded | B |
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| In company with the chevalier I took several excursions on horseback about the environs of Catania and the picturesque skirts of Mount tna One of these led through a village which had sprung up on the very tract of an ancient eruption the houses being built of lava At one time we passed for some distance along a narrow lane between two high dead convent walls It was a cut throat looking place in a country where assassinations are frequent and just about midway through it we observed blood upon the pavement and the walls as if a murder had actually been committed there | C |
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| The chevalier spurred on his horse until he had extricated himself completely from this suspicious neighborhood He then observed that it reminded him of a similar blind alley in Malta infamous on account of the many assassinations that had taken place there concerning one of which he related a long and tragical story that lasted until we reached Catania It involved various circumstances of a wild and supernatural character but which he assured me were handed down in tradition and generally credited by the old inhabitants of Malta | D |
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| As I like to pick up strange stories and as I was particularly struck with several parts of this I made a minute of it on my return to my lodgings The memorandum was lost with several others of my travelling papers and the story had faded from my mind when recently in perusing a French memoir I came suddenly upon it dressed up it is true in a very different manner but agreeing in the leading facts and given upon the word of that famous adventurer the Count Cagliostro | C |
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| I have amused myself during a snowy day in the country by rendering it roughly into English for the entertainment of a youthful circle round the Christmas fire It was well received by my auditors who however are rather easily pleased One proof of its merits is that it sent some of the youngest of them quaking to their beds and gave them very fearful dreams Hoping that it may have the same effect upon your ghost hunting readers I offer it Mr Editor for insertion in your Magazine I would observe that wherever I have modified the French version of the Story it has been in conformity to some recollection of the narrative of my friend the Knight of Malta | D |
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| Your obt servt | D |
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| GEOFFREY CRAYON | E |
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| The Grand Prior of Minorca | D |
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| A Veritable Ghost Story | C |
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| Keep my wits heaven They say spirits appear | C |
| To melancholy minds and the graves open | F |
| FLETCHER | C |
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| ABOUT the middle of the last century while the Knights of Saint John of Jerusalem still maintained something of their ancient state and sway in the Island of Malta a tragical event took place there which is the groundwork of the following narrative | G |
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| It may be as well to premise that at the time we are treating of the order of Saint John of Jerusalem grown excessively wealthy had degenerated from its originally devout and warlike character Instead of being a hardy body of monk knights sworn soldiers of the cross fighting the Paynim in the Holy Land or scouring the Mediterranean and scourging the Barbary coasts with their galleys or feeding the poor and attending upon the sick at their hospitals they led a life of luxury and libertinism and were to be found in the most voluptuous courts of Europe The order in fact had become a mode of providing for the needy branches of the Catholic aristocracy of Europe A commandery we are told was a splendid provision for a younger brother and men of rank however dissolute provided they belonged to the highest aristocracy became Knights of Malta just as they did bishops or colonels of regiments or court chamberlains After a brief Residence at Malta the knights passed the rest of their time in their own countries or only made a visit now and then to the island While there having but little military duty to perform they beguiled their idleness by paying attentions to the fair | C |
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| There was one circle of society however into which they could not obtain currency This was composed of a few families of the old Maltese nobility natives of the island These families not being permitted to enroll any of their members in the order affected to hold no intercourse with its chevaliers admitting none into their exclusive coteries but the Grand Master whom they acknowledged as their sovereign and the members of the chapter which composed his council | H |
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| To indemnify themselves for this exclusion the chevaliers carried their gallantries into the next class of society composed of those who held civil administrative and judicial situations The ladies of this class were called honorate or honorables to distinguish them from the inferior orders and among them were many of superior grace beauty and fascination | F |
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| Even in this more hospitable class the chevaliers were not all equally favored Those of Germany had the decided preference owing to their fair and fresh complexions and the kindliness of their manners next to these came the Spanish cavaliers on account of their profound and courteous devotion and most discreet secrecy Singular as it may seem the chevaliers of France fared the worst The Maltese ladies dreaded their volatility and their proneness to boast of their amours and shunned all entanglement with them They were forced therefore to content themselves with conquests among females of the lower orders They revenged themselves after the gay French manner by making the honorate the objects of all kinds of jests and mystifications by prying into their tender affairs with the more favored chevaliers and making them the theme of song and epigram | I |
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| About this time a French vessel arrived at Malta bringing out a distinguished personage of the order of Saint John of Jerusalem the Commander de Foulquerre who came to solicit the post of commander in chief of the galleys He was descended from an old and warrior line of French nobility his ancestors having long been seneschals of Poitou and claiming descent from the first counts of Angouleme | I |
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| The arrival of the commander caused a little uneasiness among the peaceably inclined for he bore the character in the island of being fiery arrogant and quarrelsome He had already been three times at Malta and on each visit had signalized himself by some rash and deadly affray | C |
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| As he was now thirty five years of age however it was hoped that time might have taken off the fiery edge of his spirit and that he might prove more quiet and sedate than formerly The commander set up an establishment befitting his rank and pretensions for he arrogated to himself an importance greater even than that of the Grand Master His house immediately became the rallying place of all the young French chevaliers They informed him of all the slights they had experienced or imagined and indulged their petulant and satirical vein at the expense of the honorate and their admirers The chevaliers of other nations soon found the topics and tone of conversation at the commander's irksome and offensive and gradually ceased to visit there The commander remained the head of a national clique who looked up to him as their model If he was not as boisterous and quarrelsome as formerly he had become haughty and overbearing He was fond of talking over his past affairs of punctilio and bloody duel When walking the streets he was generally attended by a ruffling train of young French cavaliers who caught his own air of assumption and bravado These he would conduct to the scenes of his deadly encounters point out the very spot where each fatal lunge had been given and dwell vaingloriously on every particular | C |
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| Under his tuition the young French chevaliers began to add bluster and arrogance to their former petulance and levity they fired up on the most trivial occasions particularly with those who had been most successful with the fair and would put on the most intolerable drawcansir airs The other chevaliers conducted themselves with all possible forbearance and reserve but they saw it would be impossible to keep on long in this manner without coming to an open rupture | C |
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| Among the Spanish cavaliers was one named Don Luis de Lima Vasconcellos He was distantly related to the Grand Master and had been enrolled at an early age among his pages but had been rapidly promoted by him until at the age of twenty six he had been given the richest Spanish commandery in the order He had moreover been fortunate with the fair with one of whom the most beautiful honorata of Malta he had long maintained the most tender correspondence | J |
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| The character rank and connexions of Don Luis put him on a par with the imperious Commander de Foulquerre and pointed him out as a leader and champion to his countrymen The Spanish chevaliers repaired to him therefore in a body represented all the grievances they had sustained and the evils they apprehended and urged him to use his influence with the commander and his adherents to put a stop to the growing abuses | K |
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| Don Luis was gratified by this mark of confidence and esteem on the part of his countrymen and promised to have an interview with the Commander de Foulquerre on the subject He resolved to conduct himself with the utmost caution and delicacy on the occasion to represent to the commander the evil consequences which might result from the inconsiderate conduct of the young French chevaliers and to entreat him to exert the great influence he so deservedly possessed over them to restrain their excesses Don Luis was aware however of the peril that attended any interview of the kind with this imperious and fractious man and apprehended however it might commence that it would terminate in a duel Still it was an affair of honor in which Castilian dignity was concerned beside he had a lurking disgust at the overbearing manners of De Foulquerre and perhaps had been somewhat offended by certain intrusive attentions which he had presumed to pay to the beautiful honorata | D |
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| It was now Holy Week a time too sacred for worldly feuds and passions especially in a community under the dominion of a religious order it was agreed therefore that the dangerous interview in question should not take place until after the Easter holidays It is probable from subsequent circumstances that the Commander de Foulquerre had some information of this arrangement among the Spanish chevaliers and was determined to be beforehand and to mortify the pride of their champion who was thus preparing to read him a lecture He chose Good Friday for his purpose On this sacred day it is customary in Catholic countries to make a tour of all the churches offering up prayers in each In every Catholic church as is well known there is a vessel of holy water near the door In this every one on entering dips his fingers and makes therewith the sign of the cross on his forehead and breast An office of gallantry among the young Spaniards is to stand near the door dip their hands in the holy vessel and extend them courteously and respectfully to any lady of their acquaintance who may enter who thus receives the sacred water at second hand on the tips of her fingers and proceeds to cross herself with all due decorum The Spaniards who are the most jealous of lovers are impatient when this piece of devotional gallantry is proffered to the object of their affections by any other hand on Good Friday therefore when a lady makes a tour of the churches it is the usage among them for the inamorato to follow her from church to church so as to present her the holy water at the door of each thus testifying his own devotion and at the same time preventing the officious services of a rival | H |
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| On the day in question Don Luis followed the beautiful honorata to whom as has already been observed he had long been devoted At the very first church she visited the Commander de Foulquerre was stationed at the portal with several of the young French chevaliers about him Before Don Luis could offer her the holy water he was anticipated by the commander who thrust himself between them and while he performed the gallant office to the lady rudely turned his back upon her admirer and trod upon his feet The insult was enjoyed by the young Frenchmen who were present it was too deep and grave to be forgiven by Spanish pride and at once put an end to all Don Luis' plans of caution and forbearance He repressed his passion for the moment however and waited until all the parties left the church then accosting the commander with an air of coolness and unconcern he inquired after his health and asked to what church he proposed making his second visit To the Magisterial Church of Saint John Don Luis offered to conduct him thither by the shortest route His offer was accepted apparently without suspicion and they proceeded together After walking some distance they entered a long narrow lane without door or window opening upon it called the Strada Stretta or narrow street It was a street in which duels were tacitly permitted or connived at in Malta and were suffered to pass as accidental encounters Every where else they were prohibited This restriction had been instituted to diminish the number of duels formerly so frequent in Malta As a farther precaution to render these encounters less fatal it was an offence punishable with death for any one to enter this street armed with either poniard or pistol It was a lonely dismal street just wide enough for two men to stand upon their guard and cross their swords few persons ever traversed it unless with some sinister design and on any preconcerted duello the seconds posted themselves at each end to stop all passengers and prevent interruption | F |
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| In the present instance the parties had scarce entered the street when Don Luis drew his sword and called upon the commander to defend himself | L |
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| De Foulquerre was evidently taken by surprise he drew back and attempted to expostulate but Don Luis persisted in defying him to the combat | D |
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| After a second or two he likewise drew his sword but immediately lowered the point | D |
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| Good Friday ejaculated he shaking his head one word with you it is full six years since I have been in a confessional I am shocked at the state of my conscience but within three days that is to say on Monday next | D |
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| Don Luis would listen to nothing Though naturally of a peaceable disposition he had been stung to fury and people of that character when once incensed are deaf to reason He compelled the commander to put himself on his guard The latter though a man accustomed to brawl in battle was singularly dismayed Terror was visible in all his features He placed himself with his back to the wall and the weapons were crossed The contest was brief and fatal At the very first thrust the sword of Don Luis passed through the body of his antagonist The commander staggered to the wall and leaned against it | D |
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| On Good Friday ejaculated he again with a failing voice and despairing accents Heaven pardon you added he take my sword to T tefoulques and have a hundred masses performed in the chapel of the castle for the repose of my soul With these words he expired | D |
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| The fury of Don Luis was at an end He stood aghast gazing at the bleeding body of the commander He called to mind the prayer of the deceased for three days' respite to make his peace with heaven he had refused it had sent him to the grave with all his sins upon his head His conscience smote him to the core he gathered up the sword of the commander which he had been enjoined to take to T tefoulques and hurried from the fatal Strada Stretta | D |
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| The duel of course made a great noise in Malta but had no injurious effect upon the worldly fortunes of Don Luis He made a full declaration of the whole matter before the proper authorities the Chapter of the Order considered it one of those casual encounters of the Strada Stretta which were mourned over but tolerated the public by whom the late commander had been generally detested declared that he had deserved his fate It was but three days after the event that Don Luis was advanced to one of the highest dignities of the Order being invested by the Grand Master with the priorship of the kingdom of Minorca | D |
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| From that time forward however the whole character and conduct of Don Luis underwent a change He became a prey to a dark melancholy which nothing could assuage The most austere piety the severest penances had no effect in allaying the horror which preyed upon his mind He was absent for a long time from Malta having gone it was said on remote pilgrimages when he returned he was more haggard than ever There seemed something mysterious and inexplicable in this disorder of his mind The following is the revelation made by himself of the horrible visions or chimeras by which he was haunted | D |
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| When I had made my declaration before the Chapter said he and my provocations were publicly known I had made my peace with man but it was not so with God nor with my confessor nor with my own conscience My act was doubly criminal from the day on which it was committed and from my refusal to a delay of three days for the victim of my resentment to receive the sacraments His despairing ejaculation 'Good Friday Good Friday ' continually rang in my ears 'Why did I not grant the respite ' cried I to myself 'was it not enough to kill the body but must I seek to kill the soul ' | - |
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| On the night of the following Friday I started suddenly from my sleep An unaccountable horror was upon me I looked wildly around It seemed as if I were not in my apartment nor in my bed but in the fatal Strada Stretta lying on the pavement I again saw the commander leaning against the wall I again heard his dying words 'Take my sword to T tefoulques and have a hundred masses performed in the chapel of the castle for the repose of my soul ' | - |
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| On the following night I caused one of my servants to sleep in the same room with me I saw and heard nothing either on that night or any of the nights following until the next Friday when I had again the same vision with this difference that my valet seemed to be lying at some distance from me on the pavement of the Strada Stretta The vision continued to be repeated on every Friday night the commander always appearing in the same manner and uttering the same words 'Take my sword to T tefoulques and have a hundred masses performed in the chapel of the castle for the repose of my soul ' On questioning my servant on the subject he stated that on these occasions he dreamed that he was lying in a very narrow street but he neither saw nor heard any thing of the commander | C |
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| I knew nothing of this T tefoulques whither the defunct was so urgent I should carry his sword I made inquiries therefore concerning it among the French chevaliers They informed me that it was an old castle situated about four leagues from Poitiers in the midst of a forest It had been built in old times several centuries since by Foulques Taillefer or Fulke Hackiron a redoubtable hard fighting Count of Angouleme who gave it to an illegitimate son afterward created Grand Seneschal of Poitou which son became the pro genitor of the Foulquerres of T tefoulques hereditary Seneschals of Poitou They farther informed me that strange stories were told of this old castle in the surrounding country and that it contained many curious reliques Among these were the arms of Foulques Taillefer together with all those of the warriors he had slain and that it was an immemorial usage with the Foulquerres to have the weapons deposited there which they had wielded either in war or in single combat This then was the reason of the dying injunction of the commander respecting his sword I carried this weapon with me wherever I went but still I neglected to comply with his request | D |
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| The visions still continued to harass me with undiminished horror I repaired to Rome where I confessed myself to the Grand Cardinal penitentiary and informed him of the terrors with which I was haunted He promised me absolution after I should have performed certain acts of penance the principal of which was to execute the dying request of the commander by carrying the sword to T tefoulques and having the hundred masses performed in the chapel of the castle for the repose of his soul | M |
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| I set out for France as speedily as possible and made no delay in my journey On arriving at Poitiers I found that the tidings of the death of the commander had reached there but had caused no more affliction than among the people of Malta Leaving my equipage in the town I put on the garb of a pilgrim and taking a guide set out on foot for T tefoulques Indeed the roads in this part of the country were impracticable for carriages | K |
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| I found the castle of T tefoulques a grand but gloomy and dilapidated pile All the gates were closed and there reigned over the whole place an air of almost savage loneliness and desertion I had understood that its only inhabitant were the concierge or warder and a kind of hermit who had charge of the chapel After ringing for some time at the gate I at length succeeded in bringing forth the warder who bowed with reverence to my pilgrim's garb I begged him to conduct me to the chapel that being the end of my pilgrimage We found the hermit there chanting the funeral service a dismal sound to one who came to perform a penance for the death of a member of the family When he had ceased to chant I informed him that I came to accomplish an obligation of conscience and that I wished him to perform a hundred masses for the repose of the soul of the commander He replied that not being in orders he was not authorized to perform mass but that he would willingly undertake to see that my debt of conscience was discharged I laid my offering on the altar and would have placed the sword of the commander there likewise 'Hold ' said the hermit with a melancholy shake of the head 'this is no place for so deadly a weapon that has so often been bathed in Christian blood Take it to the armory you will find there trophies enough of like character It is a place into which I never enter ' | - |
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| The warder here took up the theme abandoned by the peaceful man of God He assured me that I would see in the armory the swords of all the warrior race of Foulquerres together with those of the enemies over whom they had triumphed This he observed had been a usage kept up since the time of Mellusine and of her husband Geoffrey a la Grand dent or Geoffrey with the Great tooth | N |
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| I followed the gossiping warder to the armory It was a great dusty hall hung round with Gothic looking portraits of a stark line of warriors each with his weapon and the weapons of those he had slain in battle hung beside his picture The most conspicuous portrait was that of Foulques Taillefer Fulke Hackiron Count of Angouleme and founder of the castle He was represented at full length armed cap pie and grasping a huge buckler on which were emblazoned three lions passant The figure was so striking that it seemed ready to start from the canvas and I observed beneath this picture a trophy composed of many weapons proofs of the numerous triumphs of this hard fighting old cavalier Beside the weapons connected with the portraits there were swords of all shapes sizes and centuries hung round the hall with piles of armor placed as it were in effigy | C |
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| On each side of an immense chimney were suspended the portraits of the first seneschal of Poitou the illegitimate son of Foulques Taillefer and his wife Isabella de Lusignan the progenitors of the grim race of Foulquerres that frowned around They had the look of being perfect likenesses and as I gazed on them I fancied I could trace in their antiquated features some family resemblance to their unfortunate descendant whom I had slain This was a dismal neighborhood yet the armory was the only part of the castle that had a habitable air so I asked the warder whether he could not make a fire and give me something for supper there and prepare me a bed in one corner | C |
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| 'A fire and a supper you shall have and that cheerfully most worthy pilgrim ' said he 'but as to a bed I advise you to come and sleep in my chamber ' | - |
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| 'Why so ' inquired I 'why shall I not sleep in this hall ' | - |
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| 'I have my reasons I will make a bed for you close to mine ' | - |
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| I made no objections for I recollected that it was Friday and I dreaded the return of my vision He brought in billets of wood kindled a fire in the great overhanging chimney and then went forth to prepare my supper I drew a heavy chair before the fire and seating myself in it gazed muzingly round upon the portraits of the Foulquerres and the antiquated armor and weapons the mementos of many a bloody deed As the day declined the smoky draperies of the hall gradually became confounded with the dark ground of the paintings and the lurid gleams from the chimney only enabled me to see visages staring at me from the gathering darkness All this was dismal in the extreme and somewhat appalling perhaps it was the state of my conscience that rendered me peculiarly sensitive and prone to fearful imaginings | K |
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| At length the warder brought in my supper It consisted of a dish of trout and some crawfish taken in the fosse of the castle He procured also a bottle of wine which he informed me was wine of Poitou I requested him to invite the hermit to join me in my repast but the holy man sent back word that he allowed himself nothing but roots and herbs cooked with water I took my meal therefore alone but prolonged it as much as possible and sought to cheer my drooping spirits by the wine of Poitou which I found very tolerable | H |
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| When supper was over I prepared for my evening devotions I have always been very punctual in reciting my breviary it is the prescribed and bounden duty of all chevaliers of the religious orders and I can answer for it is faithfully performed by those of Spain I accordingly drew forth from my pocket a small missal and a rosary and told the warder he need only designate to me the way to his chamber where I could come and rejoin him when I had finished my prayers | K |
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| He accordingly pointed out a winding stair case opening from the hall 'You will descend this stair case ' said he 'until you come to the fourth landing place where you enter a vaulted passage terminated by an arcade with a statue of the blessed Jeanne of France you cannot help finding my room the door of which I will leave open it is the sixth door from the landing place I advise you not to remain in this hall after midnight Before that hour you will hear the hermit ring the bell in going the rounds of the corridors Do not linger here after that signal ' | - |
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| The warder retired and I commenced my devotions I continued at them earnestly pausing from time to time to put wood upon the fire I did not dare to look much around me for I felt myself becoming a prey to fearful fancies The pictures appeared to become animated If I regarded one attentively for any length of time it seemed to move the eyes and lips Above all the portraits of the Grand Seneschal and his lady which hung on each side of the great chimney the progenitors of the Foulquerres of T tefoulque regarded me I thought with angry and baleful eyes I even fancied they exchanged significant glances with each other Just then a terrible blast of wind shook all the casements and rushing through the hall made a fearful rattling and clashing among the armor To my startled fancy it seemed something supernatural | H |
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| At length I heard the bell of the hermit and hastened to quit the hall Taking a solitary light which stood on the supper table I descended the winding stair case but before I had reached the vaulted passage leading to the statue of the blessed Jeanne of France a blast of wind extinguished my taper I hastily remounted the stairs to light it again at the chimney but judge of my feelings when on arriving at the entrance to the armory I beheld the Seneschal and his lady who had descended from their frames and seated themselves on each side of the fire place 'Madam my love ' said the Seneschal with great formality and in antiquated phrase 'what think you of the presumption of this Castilian who comes to harbor himself and make wassail in this our castle after having slain our descendant the commander and that without granting him time for confession ' | - |
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| 'Truly my lord ' answered the female spectre with no less stateliness of manner and with great asperity of tone 'truly my lord I opine that this Castilian did a grievous wrong in this encounter and he should never be suffered to depart hence without your throwing him the gauntlet ' I paused to hear no more but rushed again down stairs to seek the chamber of the warder It was impossible to find it in the darkness and in the perturbation of my mind After an hour and a half of fruitless search and mortal horror and anxieties I endeavored to persuade myself that the day was about to break and listened impatiently for the crowing of the cock for I thought if I could hear his cheerful note I should be reassured catching in the disordered state of my nerves at the popular notion that ghosts never appear after the first crowing of the cock | O |
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| At length I rallied myself and endeavored to shake off the vague terrors which haunted me I tried to persuade myself that the two figures which I had seemed to see and hear had existed only in my troubled imagination I still had the end of the candle in my hand and determined to make another effort to re light it and find my way to bed for I was ready to sink with fatigue I accordingly sprang up the stair case three steps at a time stopped at the door of the armory and peeped cautiously in The two Gothic figures were no longer in the chimney corners but I neglected to notice whether they had reascended to their frames I entered and made desperately for the fire place but scarce had I advanced three strides when Messire Foolques Taillefer stood before me in the centre of the hall armed cap pie and standing in guard with the point of his sword silently presented to me I would have retreated to the stair case but the door of it was occupied by the phantom figure of an esquire who rudely flung a gauntlet in my face Driven to fury I snatched down a sword from the wall by chance it was that of the commander which I had placed there I rushed upon my fantastic adversary and seemed to pierce him through and through but at the same time I felt as if something pierced my heart burning like a red hot iron My blood inundated the hall and I fell senseless | K |
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| When I recovered consciousness it was broad day and I found myself in a small chamber attended by the warder and the hermit The former told me that on the previous night he had awakened long after the midnight hour and perceiving that I had not come to his chamber he had furnished himself with a vase of holy water and set out to seek me He found me stretched senseless on the pavement of the armory and bore me to this room I spoke of my wound and of the quantity of blood that I had lost He shook his head and knew nothing about it and to my surprise on examination I found myself perfectly sound and unharmed The wound and blood therefore had been all delusion Neither the warder nor the hermit put any questions to me but advised me to leave the castle as soon as possible I lost no time in complying with their counsel and felt my heart relieved from an oppressive weight as I left the gloomy and fate bound battlements of T tefoulques behind me | C |
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| I arrived at Bayonne on my way to Spain on the following Friday At midnight I was startled from my sleep as I had formerly been but it was no longer by the vision of the dying commander It was old Foulques Taillefer who stood before me armed cap pie and presenting the point of his sword I made the sign of the cross and the spectre vanished but I received the same red hot thrust in the heart which I had felt in the armory and I seemed to be bathed in blood I would have called out or have arisen from my bed and gone in quest of succor but I could neither speak nor stir This agony endured until the crowing of the cock when I fell asleep again but the next day I was ill and in a most pitiable state I have continued to be harassed by the same vision every Friday night no acts of penitence and devotion have been able to relieve me from it and it is only a lingering hope in divine mercy that sustains me and enables me to support so lamentable a visitation | F |
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| The Grand Prior of Minorca wasted gradually away under this constant remorse of conscience and this horrible incubus He died some time after having revealed the preceding particulars of his case evidently the victim of a diseased imagination | F |
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| The above relation has been rendered in many parts literally from the French memoir in which it is given as a true story if so it is one of those instances in which truth is more romantic than fiction | F |
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