BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
(continued)
"By the way, sire," said Gossip Coictier, "I had forgotten
that in the first agitation, the watch have seized two laggards
of the band. If your majesty desires to see these men, they
are here."
"If I desire to see them!" cried the king. "What! Pasque-
Dieu! You forget a thing like that! Run quick, you, Olivier!
Go, seek them!"
Master Olivier quitted the room and returned a moment
later with the two prisoners, surrounded by archers of the
guard. The first had a coarse, idiotic, drunken and
astonished face. He was clothed in rags, and walked with
one knee bent and dragging his leg. The second had a pallid
and smiling countenance, with which the reader is already
acquainted.
The king surveyed them for a moment without uttering a
word, then addressing the first one abruptly,--
"What's your name?"
"Gieffroy Pincebourde."
"Your trade."
"Outcast."
"What were you going to do in this damnable sedition?"
The outcast stared at the king, and swung his arms with a
stupid air.
He had one of those awkwardly shaped heads where intelligence
is about as much at its ease as a light beneath an extinguisher.
"I know not," said he. "They went, I went."
"Were you not going to outrageously attack and pillage your lord,
the bailiff of the palace?"
"I know that they were going to take something from some one.
That is all."
A soldier pointed out to the king a billhook which he had seized
on the person of the vagabond.
"Do you recognize this weapon?" demanded the king.
"Yes; 'tis my billhook; I am a vine-dresser."
|