BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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"Ah! here they have only got as far as the bailiffs."
At that instant Olivier le Daim returned. He was followed
by two pages, who bore the king's toilet articles; but what
struck Louis XI. was that he was also accompanied by the
provost of Paris and the chevalier of the watch, who appeared
to be in consternation. The spiteful barber also wore an air
of consternation, which was one of contentment beneath, however.
It was he who spoke first.
"Sire, I ask your majesty's pardon for the calamitous news
which I bring."
The king turned quickly and grazed the mat on the floor
with the feet of his chair,--
"What does this mean?"
"Sire," resumed Olivier le Daim, with the malicious air of
a man who rejoices that he is about to deal a violent blow,
"'tis not against the bailiff of the courts that this popular
sedition is directed."
"Against whom, then?"
"Against you, sire?'
The aged king rose erect and straight as a young man,--
"Explain yourself, Olivier! And guard your head well,
gossip; for I swear to you by the cross of Saint-Lô that, if
you lie to us at this hour, the sword which severed the head
of Monsieur de Luxembourg is not so notched that it cannot
yet sever yours!"
The oath was formidable; Louis XI. had only sworn twice
in the course of his life by the cross of Saint-Lô.
Olivier opened his mouth to reply.
"Sire--"
"On your knees!" interrupted the king violently. "Tristan,
have an eye to this man."
Olivier knelt down and said coldly,--
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