BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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Then turning towards the Flemings: "Come, look at this,
gentlemen. Is it not a fire which gloweth yonder?"
The two men of Ghent drew near.
"A great fire," said Guillaume Rym.
"Oh!" exclaimed Coppenole, whose eyes suddenly flashed,
"that reminds me of the burning of the house of the Seigneur
d'Hymbercourt. There must be a goodly revolt yonder."
"You think so, Master Coppenole?" And Louis XI.'s
glance was almost as joyous as that of the hosier. "Will it
not be difficult to resist?"
"Cross of God! Sire! Your majesty will damage many companies
of men of war thereon."
"Ah! I! 'tis different," returned the king. "If I willed."
The hosier replied hardily,--
"If this revolt be what I suppose, sire, you might will in vain."
"Gossip," said Louis XI., "with the two companies of my
unattached troops and one discharge of a serpentine, short
work is made of a populace of louts."
The hosier, in spite of the signs made to him by Guillaume
Rym, appeared determined to hold his own against the king.
"Sire, the Swiss were also louts. Monsieur the Duke of
Burgundy was a great gentleman, and he turned up his nose
at that rabble rout. At the battle of Grandson, sire, he
cried: 'Men of the cannon! Fire on the villains!' and he
swore by Saint-George. But Advoyer Scharnachtal hurled himself
on the handsome duke with his battle-club and his people, and
when the glittering Burgundian army came in contact with
these peasants in bull hides, it flew in pieces like a pane
of glass at the blow of a pebble. Many lords were then
slain by low-born knaves; and Monsieur de Château-Guyon,
the greatest seigneur in Burgundy, was found dead, with his
gray horse, in a little marsh meadow."
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