BOOK SIXTH.
CHAPTER 3. HISTORY OF A LEAVENED CAKE OF MAIZE.
(continued)
Meanwhile, the three demoiselles (for the name of dames
was then reserved for noble women) were all talking at once.
"Let us make haste, Demoiselle Mahiette," said the youngest
of the three, who was also the largest, to the provincial,
"I greatly fear that we shall arrive too late; they told us at
the Châtelet that they were going to take him directly to
the pillory."
"Ah, bah! what are you saying, Demoiselle Oudarde
Musnier?" interposed the other Parisienne. "There are two
hours yet to the pillory. We have time enough. Have you
ever seen any one pilloried, my dear Mahiette?"
"Yes," said the provincial, "at Reims."
"Ah, bah! What is your pillory at Reims? A miserable
cage into which only peasants are turned. A great affair,
truly!"
"Only peasants!" said Mahiette, "at the cloth market in
Reims! We have seen very fine criminals there, who have
killed their father and mother! Peasants! For what do you
take us, Gervaise?"
It is certain that the provincial was on the point of taking
offence, for the honor of her pillory. Fortunately, that
discreet damoiselle, Oudarde Musnier, turned the conversation
in time.
"By the way, Damoiselle Mahiette, what say you to our
Flemish Ambassadors? Have you as fine ones at Reims?"
"I admit," replied Mahiette, "that it is only in Paris that
such Flemings can be seen."
"Did you see among the embassy, that big ambassador who
is a hosier?" asked Oudarde.
"Yes," said Mahiette. "He has the eye of a Saturn."
"And the big fellow whose face resembles a bare belly?"
resumed Gervaise. "And the little one, with small eyes
framed in red eyelids, pared down and slashed up like a
thistle head?"
"'Tis their horses that are worth seeing," said Oudarde,
"caparisoned as they are after the fashion of their country!"
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