When she heard these kind words, Dorigen fell on her knees. She thanked him. Then, with a heart full of happiness, she ran home to her husband.
For the rest of their long life together, Arveragus looked after her like a queen and she was always his true and loving wife.
But poor Aurelius didn't feel very happy. He was a worried man. ' How can I ever pay the magician all that money ?' he thought.' I'll have to sell everything that I own. And, even then, I won't have enough. Perhaps I can pay him a little every year.'
He had five hundred pounds, and he went to see the magician with this money.
' Here's all my money,' he said.' I'll pay you the rest but, please, give me two or three years.'
' But I did what I promised to do. And you promised to pay me a thousand pounds,' shouted the magician angrily.
' Yes, I know. You kept your promise but I can't pay you,' Aurelius answered unhappily.
'Well, have you seen your lady? Does she love you now?' asked the magician when he saw Aurelius's sad face.
' No, she doesn't,' said Aurelius. ' Her husband loves her very much but he told her to keep her promise. He sent her to me but I sent her back to him. She loves her husband and she looked so unhappy. I didn't want to hurt her.'
The magician was pleased to hear this. He said, 'My dear brother, you've done the right thing. And now I'll do the right thing too. I won't take your money.'
And he said goodbye, got on his horse, and rode away.
The franklin finished his story and then asked the pilgrims a question.
'My friends, now you must tell me something. Which of those three men seemed the best to you ? Aurelius ? Arveragus ? Or the magician ?'
The Summoner and the Devil
There was a summoner and a friar on the pilgrimage to Canterbury.
Summoners found people who did bad things. They took them to an important person in the church. People often paid summoners a lot of money to forget those bad things. A friar's job was different. He asked people for money for the church.
The summoner and friar on the pilgrimage were not friends.
The friar said to the pilgrims,' I'm going to tell you a story about summoners.'
Then the summoner said, 'And I'm going to tell you a story about friars.'
'Well, I'm going to tell my story first,' said the friar.
So the friar began.
There was an important man in the church who was very bad. He only wanted people's money. A summoner worked for this man. He watched people quietly. Then he caught them when they did bad things. 'You must leave the church,' he told them. 'But if you give me a lot of money, you can come into the church again.'
One day, the summoner was on his way to see an old woman. He thought that she was a bad woman. He wanted her to give him money.
On the way he met a man. The man was wearing bright red clothes and riding a brown horse.
' Where are you riding to ?' asked the man. Nobody liked the summoner, so he lied.
'I'm just going to get some money from an old woman. She has to pay the money to my lord.'
' Oh, so you're a bailiff,' said the man.
A bailiff is a man who looks after land for rich lords. He takes money from the farmers who use the land.
' Yes, that's right,' answered the summoner.' I'm a bailiff.' ' I've got a farm which I look after for a lord,' said the man. ' Oh, that's interesting,' said the summoner.' Tell me, how do you get your money from people ?'
' I get it in many different ways,' said the man.' I like having a lot of money, but my lord doesn't pay me much.'
' I've got my ways too,' said the summoner.' I don't mind if people are frightened of me or unhappy. I think we're the same, you and I. What's your name?'
The man's answer gave the summoner a surprise. ' I'll tell you who I am. I'm a devil, and I live in hell!' he said. ' Oh, I thought you were an ordinary man like me,' said the summoner.' You look like a man.'
' Devils can look like anything they want to,' laughed the devil. ' There are good reasons for this. Now, let's continue our journey.'
So the man and the devil rode along the road. After a short time, they saw a man with some horses. He was hitting the horses and shouting at them.
' The devil can take you, you lazy animals!' he cried.
'Did you hear that?' the summoner asked the devil. 'Go and take his horses. He says that the devil can take them!'
'You can't believe everything you hear,' answered the devil. 'Wait. Let's see what happens.'
After a few minutes the tired horses started to walk a little faster.' Good horses!' shouted their owner.' Good Brock! Good old Scottie! God will save you all!'
' What did I tell you ?' said the devil.' He said one thing but he meant another thing. There's nothing for me here. Let's continue.'
When the town was far behind them, the summoner said to the devil,' You didn't do very well with the man and his horses, did you? Now I'm going to get some money from this poor old woman. Watch carefully! You can see how I do it.'
He went to the old woman's door.' Come out!' he shouted. ' I'm sure you're doing something bad in there!'
'Who's that?' cried the old woman, coming quickly out of her house.
When she saw the summoner, she looked very frightened. ' Oh, it's you, sir,' she said.
' People are saying some very bad things about you,' said the summoner in a serious voice.' If they're true, you'll have to go to the church. You'll have to pay them a lot of money.'
When she heard this, the old woman began to cry.
' Oh, sir, please be kind to me,' she said.' I'm ill and I can't get to church. Can I pay you the money ?'
' Yes, but you must pay me now,' answered the summoner.' It will cost you twelve pennies. Quickly!'
' Twelve pennies!' cried the old woman.' Oh, God help me! I haven't got twelve pennies! What can I do ?'
' Give me your money!' shouted the summoner angrily.
' But I haven't done anything bad,' said the poor woman.
'Give me your money or I'll take your cooking pot. You were with a man who isn't your husband. You know you were!'
'No, I always loved my husband,' cried the old woman. 'I hope the blackest devil in hell carries you away! And the cooking pot too!'
Then the devil spoke to the old woman.' Do you really mean what you're saying, madam ?'
' Yes I do!' she answered. ' The devil can carry him away — clothes, cooking pot, everything.'
The summoner was still shouting at her. He was very angry.
' What ? Will I get no money from this stupid old woman ?'
'Why are you so angry?' asked the devil. 'You and the cooking pot are mine now. She gave you to me. Tonight you'll be in hell with me. You can learn about devils there and about how we do our work!'
Suddenly the devil jumped on the summoner and caught him. Then he carried him down to hell. There's a place for summoners in hell, and it's always very full!
The friar finished his story and looked at all the pilgrims.
'Think hard about my story,' he said. 'We must hope that God will keep us from the devil!'
Then the summoner told his story about the friar. But it wasn't a very interesting story so I haven't put it in this book.
The Nun's Priest's Tale
Chaunticleer and the Fox
There was a nun on the pilgrimage called Madam Eglantine. A priest was travelling with her to help her on the journey. His name was John.
The knight said, 'We've had enough sad stories. Let's have a happy story now! You, priest — can you tell us a happy story ?'
The nun's priest, John, thought for a minute and then answered, 'I'll try.'
So he told the story of Chaunticleer and Pertelote. Chaunticleer was a cock, and Pertelote was a hen.
This is the story.
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