Chapter I The Odule Sabot’s Confession

2018-04-15 作者： 外研社编译组

Chapter I The Odule Sabot’s Confession

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by Guy de Maupassant

When Sabot entered the inn at Martinville it was a signal for laughter.What a rogue he was, this Sabot!There was a man who did not like priests, for instance!Oh, no, oh, no!He did not spare them, the scamp.

Sabot (Theodule), a master carpenter, represented liberal thought in Martinville.He was a tall, thin, than, with gray, cunning eyes, and thin lips, and wore his hair plastered down on his temples.When he said: “Our holy father, the pope” in a certain manner, everyone laughed.He made a point of working on Sunday during the hour of mass.He killed his pig each year on Monday in Holy Week in order to have enough black pudding to last till Easter, and when the priest passed by, he always said by way of a joke:“There goes one who has just swallowed his God off a salver.”

The priest, a stout man and also very tall, dreaded him on account of his boastful talk which attracted followers.The Abbe Maritime was a politic man, and believed in being diplomatic.There had been a rivalry between them for ten years, a secret, intense, incessant rivalry.Sabot was municipal councillor, and they thought he would become mayor, which would inevitably mean the final overthrow of the church.

The elections were about to take place.The church party was shaking in its shoes in Martinville.

One morning the cure set out for Rouen, telling his servant that he was going to see the archbishop.He returned in two days with a joyous, triumphant air.And everyone knew the following day that the chancel of the church was going to be renovated.A sum of six hundred francs had been contributed by the archbishop out of his private fund.All the old pine pews were to be removed, and replaced by new pews made of oak.It would be a big carpentering job, and they talked about it that very evening in all the houses in the village.Theodule Sabot was not laughing.

When he went through the village the following morning, the neighbors, friends and enemies, all asked him, jokingly:“Are you going to do the work on the chancel of the church?”He could find nothing to say, but he was furious, he was good and angry.Ill-natured people added:“It is a good piece of work; and will bring in not less than two or three per cent profit.”

Two days later, they heard that the work of renovation had been entrusted to Celestin Chambrelan, the carpenter from Percheville.Then this was denied, and it was said that all the pews in the church were going to be changed.That would be well worth the two thousand francs that had been demanded of the church administration.

Theodule Sabot could not sleep for thinking about it. Never, in all the memory of man, had a country carpenter undertaken a similar piece of work.Then a rumor spread abroad that the cure felt very grieved that he had to give this work to a carpenter who was a stranger in the community, but that Sabot’s opinions were a barrier to his being entrusted with the job.

Sabot knew it well.He called at the parsonage just as it was growing dark.The servant told him that the cure was at church.He went to the church.Two attendants on the altar of the Virgin, two soar old maids, were decorating the altar for the month of Mary, under the direction of the priest, who stood in the middle of the chancel with his portly paunch, directing the two women who, mounted on chairs, were placing flowers around the tabernacle.

Sabot felt ill at ease in there, as though he were in the house of his greatest enemy, but the greed of gain was gnawing at his heart.He drew nearer, holding his cap in his hand, and not paying any attention to the “demoiselles de la Vierge,” who remained standing startled, astonished, motionless on their chairs.

He faltered:“Good morning, monsieur le cure.”The priest replied without looking at him, all occupied as he was with the altar:“Good morning, Mr. Carpenter.”Sabot, nonplussed, knew not what to say next.But after a pause he remarked:“You are making preparations?”Abbe Maritime replied:“Yes, we are near the month of Mary.”“Why, why,” remarked Sabot and then was silent.

Hewould have liked to retire now without saying anything, but a glance at the chancel held him back.He saw sixteen seats that had to be remade, six to the right and eight to the left, the door of the sacristy occupying the place of two.Sixteen oak seats, that would be worth at most three hundred francs, and by figuring carefully one might certainly make two hundred francs on the work if one were not clumsy.

Then he stammered out:“I have come about the work.”The cure appeared surprised.He asked:“What work?”“The work to be done,” murmured Sabot, in dismay.Then the priest turned round and looking him straight in the eyes, said:“Do you mean the repairs in the chancel of my church?”At the tone of the abbe, Theodule Sabot felt a chill run down his back and he once more had a longing to take to his heels.However, he replied humbly:“Why, yes, monsieur le cure.”Then the abbe folded his arms across his large stomach and, as if filled with amazement, said:“Is it you you you, Sabot who have come to ask me for this ...You the only irreligious man in my parish!Why, it would be a scandal, a public scandal!The archbishop would give me a reprimand, perhaps transferme.”

Hestopped a few seconds, for breath, and then resumed in a calmer tone: “I can understand that it pains you to see a work of such importance entrusted to a carpenter from a neighboring parish.But I cannot do otherwise, unless but no it is impossible you would not consent, and unless you did, never.”Sabot now looked at the row of benches in line as far as the entrance door.Christopher, if they were going to change all those!

And he asked:“What would you require of me?Tell me.”The priest, in a firm tone replied:“I must have an extraordinary token of your good intentions.”“I do not say I do not say; perhaps we might come to an understanding,” faltered Sabot.“You will have to take communion publicly at high mass next Sunday,” declared the cure.The carpenter felt he was growing pale, and without replying, he asked:“And the benches, are they going to be renovated?”The abbe replied with confidence:“Yes, but later on.”