BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
(continued)
"Marching from the Grand Truanderie, towards the Pont-aux-
Changeurs. I met it myself as I was on my way hither to
obey your majesty's commands. I heard some of them shouting:
'Down with the bailiff of the palace!'"
"And what complaints have they against the bailiff?"
"Ah!" said Gossip Jacques, "because he is their lord."
"Really?"
"Yes, sire. They are knaves from the Cour-des-Miracles.
They have been complaining this long while, of the bailiff,
whose vassals they are. They do not wish to recognize him
either as judge or as voyer?"*
* One in charge of the highways.
"Yes, certainly!" retorted the king with a smile of satis-
faction which he strove in vain to disguise.
"In all their petitions to the Parliament, they claim to have
but two masters. Your majesty and their God, who is the
devil, I believe."
"Eh! eh!" said the king.
He rubbed his hands, he laughed with that inward mirth
which makes the countenance beam; he was unable to dissimulate
his joy, although he endeavored at moments to compose
himself. No one understood it in the least, not even Master
Olivier. He remained silent for a moment, with a thoughtful
but contented air.
"Are they in force?" he suddenly inquired.
"Yes, assuredly, sire," replied Gossip Jacques.
"How many?"
"Six thousand at the least."
The king could not refrain from saying: "Good!" he went on,--
"Are they armed?"
"With scythes, pikes, hackbuts, pickaxes. All sorts of very
violent weapons."
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