BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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"And who was it?"
"Monsieur the Bishop of Verdun."
The king knew this better than any one else. But it was a
mania of his.
"Ah!" said he, with the innocent air of thinking of it for
the first time, "Guillaume de Harancourt, the friend of
Monsieur the Cardinal Balue. A good devil of a bishop!"
At the expiration of a few moments, the door of the retreat
had opened again, then closed upon the five personages whom
the reader has seen at the beginning of this chapter, and who
resumed their places, their whispered conversations, and their
attitudes.
During the king's absence, several despatches had been
placed on his table, and he broke the seals himself. Then he
began to read them promptly, one after the other, made a sign
to Master Olivier who appeared to exercise the office of
minister, to take a pen, and without communicating to him
the contents of the despatches, he began to dictate in a low
voice, the replies which the latter wrote, on his knees, in an
inconvenient attitude before the table.
Guillaume Rym was on the watch.
The king spoke so low that the Flemings heard nothing of
his dictation, except some isolated and rather unintelligible
scraps, such as,--
"To maintain the fertile places by commerce, and the sterile
by manufactures....--To show the English lords our four
bombards, London, Brabant, Bourg-en-Bresse, Saint-
Omer....--Artillery is the cause of war being made more
judiciously now....--To Monsieur de Bressuire, our
friend....--Armies cannot be maintained without tribute, etc.
Once he raised his voice,--
"Pasque Dieu! Monsieur the King of Sicily seals his
letters with yellow wax, like a king of France. Perhaps
we are in the wrong to permit him so to do. My fair cousin
of Burgundy granted no armorial bearings with a field of gules.
The grandeur of houses is assured by the integrity of
prerogatives. Note this, friend Olivier."
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