BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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"Gossip Jacques, you enter very abruptly!"
"Sire! sire! there is a revolt!" repeated Gossip Jacques
breathlessly.
The king, who had risen, grasped him roughly by the arm,
and said in his ear, in such a manner as to be heard by him
alone, with concentrated rage and a sidelong glance at the
Flemings,--
"Hold your tongue! or speak low!"
The new comer understood, and began in a low tone to give
a very terrified account, to which the king listened calmly,
while Guillaume Rym called Coppenole's attention to the face
and dress of the new arrival, to his furred cowl, (caputia fourrata),
his short cape, (epitogia curta), his robe of black velvet,
which bespoke a president of the court of accounts.
Hardly had this personage given the king some explanations,
when Louis XI. exclaimed, bursting into a laugh,--
"In truth? Speak aloud, Gossip Coictier! What call is
there for you to talk so low? Our Lady knoweth that we conceal
nothing from our good friends the Flemings."
"But sire..."
"Speak loud!"
Gossip Coictier was struck dumb with surprise.
"So," resumed the king,--"speak sir,--there is a commotion
among the louts in our good city of Paris?"
"Yes, sire."
"And which is moving you say, against monsieur the bailiff of
the Palais-de-Justice?"
"So it appears," said the gossip, who still stammered, utterly
astounded by the abrupt and inexplicable change which had
just taken place in the king's thoughts.
Louis XI. continued: "Where did the watch meet the rabble?"
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