Five Fair Ladies
of Picardy, of
Lyons, and of
Paris by Anatole France
ONE day the Capuchin, Brother Jean Chavaray, meeting my good master
the Abbé Coign-ard in the cloister of The Innocents, fell into talk
with him of the Brother Olivier Maillard, whose sermons, edifying and
macaronic, he had lately been reading.
There are good bits to be found in these sermons, said the
Capuchin, notably the tale of the five ladies and the go-between...
You will readily understand that Brother Olivier, who lived in the
reign of Louis XI and whose language smacks of the coarseness of that
age, uses a different word. But our century demands a certain
politeness and decency in speech; wherefore I employ the term I have,
to wit, go-between.
You mean, replied my good master, to signify by the expression a
woman who is so obliging as to play intermediary in matters of love and
love-making. The Latin has several names for her,as lena,
conciliatrix, also internuntia libidinum, ambassadress of
naughty desires. These prudish dames perform the best of services; but
seeing they busy themselves therein for money, we distrust their
disinterestedness. Call yours a procuress, good Father, and have
done with it; 't is a word in common use, and has a not unseemly
So I will, Monsieur l'Abbé, assented Brother Jean Chavaray. Only
don't say mine, I pray, but the Brother Olivier's. A procuress
then, who lived on the Pont des Tournelles, was visited one day by a
knight, who put a ring into her hands. 'It is of fine gold,' he told
her, 'and hath a balass ruby mounted in the bezel. An you know any
dames of good estate, go say to the most comely of them that the ring
is hers if she is willing to come to see me and do at my pleasure.'
The procuress knew, by having seen them at Mass, five ladies of an
excellent beauty,natives the first of Picardy, the second of Poitou,
the third of Touraine, another from the good city of Lyons, and the
last a Parisian, all dwelling in the Cite or its near neighbourhood.
She knocked first at the Picard lady's door. A maid opened, but her
mistress refused to have one word to say to her visitor. She was an
The procuress went next to see the lady of Poitiers and solicit her
favours for the gallant knight. This dame answered her:
'Prithee, go tell him who sent you that he is come to the wrong
house, and that I am not the woman he takes me for.'
She too is an honest woman; yet less honest than the first, in that
she tried to appear more so.
The procuress then went to see the lady from Tours, made the same
offer to her as to the other, and showed her the ring.
'I' faith,' said the lady, 'but the ring is right lovely.'
''T is yours, an you will have it.'
'I will not have it at the price you set on it. My husband might
catch me, and I should be doing him a grief he doth not deserve.'
This lady of Touraine is a harlot, I trow, at bottom of her heart.
The procuress left her and went straight to the dame of Lyons, who
'Alack! my good friend, my husband is a jealous wight, and he would
cut the nose off my face to hinder me winning any more rings at this
This dame of Lyons, I tell you, is a worthless good-for-naught.
Last of all the procuress hurried to the Parisian's. She was a
hussy, and answered brazenly:
'My husband goes Wednesday to his vineyards; tell the good sir who
sent you I will come that day and see him.'
Such, according to Brother Olivier, from Picardy to Paris, are the
degrees from good to evil amongst women. What think you of the matter,
To which my good master made answer:
'T is a shrewd matter to consider the acts and impulses of these
petty creatures in their relations with Eternal Justice. I have no
lights thereanent. But methinks the Lyons dame who feared having her
nose cut off was a more good-for-nothing baggage than the Parisian who
was afraid of nothing.
I am far, very far, from allowing it, replied Brother Jean
Chavaray. A woman who fears her husband may come to fear hell fire.
Her Confessor, it may be, will bring her to do penance and give alms.
For, after all, that is the end we must come at. But what can a poor
Capuchin hope to get of a woman whom nothing terrifies?