Chapter 3 third chapter

Charlemagne was at the head of the Frankish army.They are getting into position.The situation was not urgent, they walked unhurriedly.The guards surrounded the emperor in a dense circle, one by one holding on to the bit and driving the fierce war horse.Their silver shields opened and closed like gills in the bumps and bumps of their elbows.The procession resembled a long, shiny scaled fish, an eel. Peasants, shepherds, and townspeople ran to both sides of the road. "That's the king, that's Charlie!" So people fell to the ground and knelt down one after another. They didn't recognize the emperor from the unfamiliar crown, but recognized his beard.Then they quickly stood up and pointed to the generals: "That's Orlando! No, that's Ulivieri!" They didn't get any of them right, but that didn't matter, because whether it was the Or the general, they were all in the ranks, and the common people swore with all their might, which one they saw:

Ajilulfou rode among the guards on horseback. Sometimes he ran forward for a short distance, surpassing others, then stopped and waited, sometimes turned back to check whether the procession was in line, or looked up at the sun, as if according to the sun. The height above the horizon is used to judge the time.He is anxious, he is the only one in the team, and he is still obsessed with the order of driving, the distance, and the place he should arrive before dark.The other samurai knew their way and went to the front line, no matter whether they were walking fast or slowly, they were always getting closer. Whenever they came across a hotel, they used the excuse that the emperor was old and tired, and stopped for a while to drink.Along the way, they only looked at the hotel's signboard and the round buttocks of the maids, looking for an opportunity to say a few foul words. For other things, they seemed to be shrunk into a suitcase and couldn't see them at all:

Charlemagne was still a very curious man, always and everywhere interested in everything he encountered. "Oh, Duck, Duck Farm!" he yelled. A flock of ducks staggered along the grass beside the road. Among the ducks was a man, no one could see what he was doing, and he walked crouching, With his hands folded behind his back, he raised his soles like a webbed animal, stretched his neck, and called, "Quack...quack...quack..." Those ducks didn't mind him at all, as if they had regarded him as their own. The same kind, because the earthy brown thing he was wearing (which looked mainly made of sack pieces) was dyed with a large number of gray-green spots that looked like duck feathers, and there were some patches of various colors , rotten cloth and stains, like the colorful markings on the body of a bird.

"Hey, do you think this is bowing to the emperor?" shouted the guards, who had been waiting for an opportunity to provoke. The man didn't turn his head, but the ducks were frightened by the sound, and they flapped their wings and flew together.The man saw them fly up, and after a while, with his nostrils facing the sky, he stretched out his arms and took a step forward, flapping his arms full of fragments like this, while jumping, he laughed and shouted: "Ga! Ga!" happily Follow the ducks.There is a pond in front.Those ducks swooped over, retracted their wings, floated lightly on the water, and swam away in a line.The man walked to the edge of the pond, jumped into the navel-deep water, splashed a large amount of water, swayed back and forth, still screaming desperately: "Ga! Ga!" Then the cry turned into a gurgle. The sound of spitting water as he walked into deep water.He emerged from the water, tried to paddle, but sank again.

"Is he a duck-herder? That guy?" the soldiers asked a village girl, who was walking towards here with a long pole in her hand. "No, I saw the duck, it's mine. It's none of his business, his name is Guerdu..." the village girl replied. "What is he doing with your ducks?" "Nothing, he does it a lot. He sees them, he's dazed, he thinks he's..." "Think he's a duck himself?" "He thinks he's a bunch of ducks... You know what's going on with Gulduru: he doesn't care..." "Where has he gone now?"

The guards approached the pond, and Gulduru disappeared.The ducks have swam across the mirrored water and are running through the grass with their webbed feet.Around the pond a chorus of frogs rose from the ferns.Suddenly, the man poked his head out of the water, as if remembering to take some air.He stared blankly, as if wondering what those ferns mirrored in the water were near the tip of his nose.On every fern leaf lay a small, slippery green animal, staring at him and screaming with all his might, "Cack, croak, croak!" "Quack! Quack! Quack," Guldulu happily responded.With his shouts.All the frogs on the blade jumped into the water at once, and all the frogs in the water jumped ashore.Guldulu yelled loudly: "Crack!" and jumped up.Jumped onto the shore.He lay down like a frog, yelled "croak" again, and plunged into the water again. His body was heavy, crushing a piece of reeds and water plants.

"Will he not drown?" the guards asked a fisherman. "Hey, Omobo is sometimes forgetful and sometimes confused... Drowning is not a problem... The trouble is that he falls into the net with the fish... It happened to him one day when he was fishing ...He throws the net into the water and sees a fish that's about to swim in and he thinks he's the fish and jumps in the water and gets in the net... You don't know that's what he is, Omobo... ..." "Omobo? Isn't his name Gulduru?" "We call him Omobo." "But that girl..." "Oh, she's not from our place, maybe that's what they call him there"

"Where is he from?" "Well, he's wandering around..." The cavalry team walked next to a pear grove.The fruit is ripe.The warriors poked pears with spears, fed them into the mouth holes in their helmets, and spit out the pear pits.Who did they see in a row of pear trees? Gurduru-Omobo.He held up his arms crookedly like twigs, and there were pears on his hands, mouth, head, and holes in his clothes. "Look, he's turned into a pear tree," exclaimed Charlemagne excitedly. "I'll shake him!" Orlando said, giving him a push. Guldulu let all the pears on his body fall down at the same time, and rolled down on the slope grass. Watching the pears rolling, he couldn't help but roll up along the grass slope like a pear, and rolled out of people's sight ,Disappeared.

"Your Majesty, please forgive him!" said an old man who looked after the orchard. "Sometimes Martinzur does not understand that he should live not among grass or soulless fruit trees, but among your faithful subjects, Your Majesty!" "You call him the lunatic Martinzur, what is he thinking?" the emperor asked kindly. "I don't think he knows what's going on in his head either!" "How do we know? Your Majesty!" the old man replied with common sense, "Maybe he cannot be said to be a lunatic. He is just a living person who does not know his existence."

"What a coincidence! Here the commoner lives and doesn't know he exists, and over there my guard thinks he's alive and doesn't exist. I say, they're just a couple!" The pommel horse is tired, and Charlemagne is exhausted.He shook his beard and panted, muttering, "Poor Frank!" and got off the horse, holding the groom on the shoulders.As soon as the emperor's feet touched the ground, as if sending out a signal, the whole army stopped immediately and prepared to camp.People set up marching pots and lighted fires to cook. "Bring me that Gul Gul...what's his name?" the emperor commanded.

"It depends on where he goes," said the wise old gardener, "whether he follows an army of Christians or an army of infidels. They call him Gulduru, Gudi-Yusuf, Ben-wa Yusuf, Ben-Stanbul, Bestanzour, Bertinzour, Martin Bong, Omoben, Omobestiya or call him the ugly ghost of the mountain, and Jean Bachaso , Peer Baciugo. It is possible that in a remote pasture they would have given him a name different from that of other places. I have found that his name also changes with the seasons in various places. It may be said that, The name just slipped on him and never stuck. It was the same thing to him no matter what you called him. You called him and he thought you called a sheep; and you said 'cheese' or 'river water' , but he said: 'I'm here.'' Two guards—Sansonetto and Dudone—dragged Gurduru like a sack.They pushed him to stand before Charlemagne. "Look up, you bastard! Don't you know that the emperor is in front of you!" Gulduru's face was revealed.It was a broad, sweaty face, a mixture of Frankish and Moorish, with red freckles on an olive skin; blue eyes above a snub nose, and a thick The mouth of the lips; the hair is yellow and curly, interspersed with some erect fine hairs like oat stalks; the beard is thick and straight. He prostrated himself on the ground and began to chatter.The aristocrats had only heard him make animal noises before, and now they were amazed.He spoke rapidly, inarticulately, and incoherently; at times he seemed to switch from one dialect to another, and even from one language to another, as if incessantly, from Christian to Moorish. language spoken.In his incomprehensible and erroneous words, he said roughly as follows: "I touch the ground with the tip of my nose and kneel at your knees, I am a respectful servant of your humble Majesty, command me , I will obey!" He waved a spoon hanging on his trousers waist, "...When your Majesty said, 'I order, I order, I demand', you waved the scepter like this, just like I waved the scepter , do you see? You say as I do: 'I order, I order, I demand!' You lowly lackeys, obey me, or I'll stake you, and kill you first This white-haired, red-faced old man!" "I shall cut off his head with a single blow, my lord, shall I not?" asked Orlando, drawing his sword. "I implore you to show mercy on his behalf, Your Majesty." The old man watching the garden said, "He has always been so crazy. When he was talking to the emperor, his mind became confused, and he couldn't figure out who the emperor was, himself or the person opposite him." The smell of food wafts from the steaming military pot. "Give him a box of porridge!" said Charlemagne graciously. Guldulu nodded and bowed, grimaced, said some inexplicable words, and retreated to a tree to eat. "What is he doing here?" He stuck his head into the lunch box on the ground, as if trying to get inside.The well-meaning old gardener walked over and shook his shoulders: "Martin Zuhr, when did you realize that it is you who eat porridge, not porridge that eats you! You don't remember! You should put it in your mouth with a spoon... ..." Gulduru began to pour spoonfuls into his mouth, eating greedily.He is impatient and quick, and sometimes he misses the destination.The tree next to him had a hollow in its trunk that was just at the height of his head.Gulduru poured spoonfuls of porridge into the tree hole. "That's not your mouth! It's the tree's open mouth!" Ajilulfo has been watching every move of this fleshy body from the very beginning, he looks very carefully, and he seems rather embarrassed, seeing him rolling in food, like a head that likes others to scratch its back Ma Juzi was so comfortable that he couldn't help feeling dizzy and nauseous. "Cavalier Agilulfo!" said Charlemagne, "know what I want to say to you? I'll send this man as your squire! Will you? Isn't that a good idea?" The guards smiled knowingly, ironically.Ajiluerfu was serious about everything (not to mention that it was the emperor's order!), he turned to his new attendant, trying to give him the first instructions, but Guerdulu had already collapsed on the tree after eating the porridge and rice. fell asleep under the shade of a tree.He lay on the grass, snoring with his mouth open, his chest, stomach, and belly heaving like a blacksmith's bellows.The greasy lunch box rolled to one of his fat bare feet.A porcupine, perhaps attracted by the scent, emerged from the grass, approached the lunch box, and began to lick the last few drops of porridge.While eating, it shot arrows at the soles of Guldulu's bare feet. It licked along a thin line of porridge on the ground, and the more it walked, the more it shot arrows at the bare feet.The tramp finally opened his eyes.He looked around, wondering where the pain that woke him was coming from.He saw the bare foot sticking up in the grass like a prickly pear, and reached out to touch it, as if he had touched a hedgehog. "Foot," Gurduru began to scold, "feet, hey, I'm talking to you! What are you doing standing there like a fool? Don't you see that beast stabbing you? Foot Oh, you're stupid! Why don't you pull back? Don't you feel pain? A stupid foot! You just move it like this! Just move it a little bit, what can you do with being so stupid! Foot, listen to me Say. You see how to avoid harm! You shrink back here, idiot! How can I tell you! You pay attention, watch what I do, now I will show you what you should do..." He said, Lift your thighs, bring your feet back, and move away from the porcupine, "Okay: it's so simple, you'll learn it as soon as I teach you. Stupid foot, why did you let it stick for so long?" He rubbed his feet with some pain-relieving herbs, then jumped up, whistled, ran, jumped into the bushes, farted a few times, and then ran away without a trace. Ajilulfo was in a hurry to find him.But where has he gone? The lush oat fields, the tree walls of bayberry trees and privet trees divide the valley into a chessboard, the breeze blows slowly, and occasionally a gust of wind brings pollen and butterflies. Wisps of white clouds fluttered in the sky.The sun moved, painting shifting patches of light and shadow on the slopes where Gulduru had disappeared. An out-of-key song came out of nowhere: "Walking over the Bayonne Bridge..." Ajilulf's white armor stood high on the ridge, with his arms crossed. "Hey, when will the new servant start working?" His colleagues booed to him. Ajilulfo said mechanically in a toneless voice: "Once the emperor speaks out, it will immediately take legal effect." "Passing over the Bayonne bridge..." The singing faded away, but could still be heard.