BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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He made the sign of the cross, rose, donned his hat once
more, and said to Tristan,--
"Be diligent, gossip. Take Monsieur Châteaupers with
you. You will cause the tocsin to be sounded. You will
crush the populace. You will seize the witch. 'Tis said.
And I mean the business of the execution to be done by you.
You will render me an account of it. Come, Olivier, I shall
not go to bed this night. Shave me."
Tristan l'Hermite bowed and departed. Then the king,
dismissing Rym and Coppenole with a gesture,--
"God guard you, messieurs, my good friends the Flemings.
Go, take a little repose. The night advances, and we are
nearer the morning than the evening."
Both retired and gained their apartments under the guidance
of the captain of the Bastille. Coppenole said to Guillaume Rym,--
"Hum! I have had enough of that coughing king! I have
seen Charles of Burgundy drunk, and he was less malignant
than Louis XI. when ailing."
"Master Jacques," replied Rym, "'tis because wine renders
kings less cruel than does barley water."
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