BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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Tristan bowed. "'Tis well, sire."
He added, after a silence, "And what shall I do with the
sorceress?"
This question caused the king to meditate.
"Ah!" said he, "the sorceress! Monsieur d'Estouteville,
what did the people wish to do with her?"
"Sire," replied the provost of Paris, "I imagine that since
the populace has come to tear her from her asylum in Notre-
Dame, 'tis because that impunity wounds them, and they
desire to hang her."
The king appeared to reflect deeply: then, addressing Tristan
l'Hermite, "Well! gossip, exterminate the people and hang
the sorceress."
"That's it," said Rym in a low tone to Coppenole, "punish
the people for willing a thing, and then do what they wish."
"Enough, sire," replied Tristan. "If the sorceress is
still in Notre-Dame, must she be seized in spite of the
sanctuary?"
"Pasque-Dieu! the sanctuary!" said the king, scratching
his ear. "But the woman must be hung, nevertheless."
Here, as though seized with a sudden idea, he flung himself
on his knees before his chair, took off his hat, placed it on the
seat, and gazing devoutly at one of the leaden amulets which
loaded it down, "Oh!" said he, with clasped hands, "our
Lady of Paris, my gracious patroness, pardon me. I will only
do it this once. This criminal must be punished. I assure
you, madame the virgin, my good mistress, that she is a
sorceress who is not worthy of your amiable protection.
You know, madame, that many very pious princes have
overstepped the privileges of the churches for the glory
of God and the necessities of the State. Saint Hugues, bishop
of England, permitted King Edward to hang a witch in his
church. Saint-Louis of France, my master, transgressed, with
the same object, the church of Monsieur Saint-Paul; and
Monsieur Alphonse, son of the king of Jerusalem, the very
church of the Holy Sepulchre. Pardon me, then, for this
once. Our Lady of Paris, I will never do so again, and I will
give you a fine statue of silver, like the one which I gave last
year to Our Lady of Ecouys. So be it."
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