Post by Alain Andre Durant on Jun 1, 2020 2:28:17 GMT
The wagon came to a stop. "Err, . . . , you awake?"
"Hmm?" came the low tenor voice from from the sacks of grains in the bed of the wagon.
"Wake up. We're here. Paris. Notre Dame's just up that way."
"Hmm. Okay. Merci, monsieur. Um, monsieur?"
"Yes?" The portly man, portly but of good working figure, turned away from the two horses leading his wagon, leaving them at rest for the moment.
"Where are you going now?"
"Have to unload this grain. Market's waiting."
"Could you use a hand? I apologize, but my hunger is greater than my piety at the moment. I'd gladly unload for a bite of mutton and some bread."
The wagon owner thought for a moment while he looked at the young man. He looked strong, able of body, and yet wanting. His eyes sincere. His smile faint and weak. Pity took the man and he acquiesced. "You unload for me, I think I know where you can get some food, and maybe a room. Comment vous appelez-vous?"
"Dumont. Mathieu Dumont."
"Come Dumont, sit up here. You must see Paris."
"Hmm?" came the low tenor voice from from the sacks of grains in the bed of the wagon.
"Wake up. We're here. Paris. Notre Dame's just up that way."
"Hmm. Okay. Merci, monsieur. Um, monsieur?"
"Yes?" The portly man, portly but of good working figure, turned away from the two horses leading his wagon, leaving them at rest for the moment.
"Where are you going now?"
"Have to unload this grain. Market's waiting."
"Could you use a hand? I apologize, but my hunger is greater than my piety at the moment. I'd gladly unload for a bite of mutton and some bread."
The wagon owner thought for a moment while he looked at the young man. He looked strong, able of body, and yet wanting. His eyes sincere. His smile faint and weak. Pity took the man and he acquiesced. "You unload for me, I think I know where you can get some food, and maybe a room. Comment vous appelez-vous?"
"Dumont. Mathieu Dumont."
"Come Dumont, sit up here. You must see Paris."