BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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Guillaume Rym bowed low, while Coppenole, with his surly
mien, had the air of one of the bears of which his majesty was
speaking. The king paid no heed. He had just dipped his
lips into the goblet, and he spat out the beverage, saying:
"Foh! what a disagreeable potion!" The man who was reading
continued:--
"For feeding a rascally footpad, locked up these six months
in the little cell of the flayer, until it should be determined
what to do with him, six livres, four sols."
"What's that?" interrupted the king; "feed what ought to
be hanged! Pasque-Dieu! I will give not a sou more for
that nourishment. Olivier, come to an understanding about
the matter with Monsieur d'Estouteville, and prepare me this
very evening the wedding of the gallant and the gallows. Resume."
Olivier made a mark with his thumb against the article of
the "rascally foot soldier," and passed on.
"To Henriet Cousin, master executor of the high works of
justice in Paris, the sum of sixty sols parisis, to him assessed
and ordained by monseigneur the provost of Paris, for having
bought, by order of the said sieur the provost, a great broad
sword, serving to execute and decapitate persons who are by
justice condemned for their demerits, and he hath caused the
same to be garnished with a sheath and with all things thereto
appertaining; and hath likewise caused to be repointed and
set in order the old sword, which had become broken and
notched in executing justice on Messire Louis de Luxembourg,
as will more fully appear .
The king interrupted: "That suffices. I allow the sum
with great good will. Those are expenses which I do not
begrudge. I have never regretted that money. Continue."
"For having made over a great cage..."
"Ah!" said the king, grasping the arms of his chair in
both hands, "I knew well that I came hither to this Bastille
for some purpose. Hold, Master Olivier; I desire to see
that cage myself. You shall read me the cost while I am
examining it. Messieurs Flemings, come and see this; 'tis
curious."
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