BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
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"Mercy, sire!  I swear to you that 'twas Monsieur the Cardinal
 d'Angers and not I, who was guilty of treason." 
"The mason is bold!" said the king.  "Continue, Olivier."
 Olivier continued,-- 
"To a joiner for window frames, bedstead, hollow stool, and
 other things, twenty livres, two sols parisis." 
The voice also continued. 
"Alas, sire!  will you not listen to me?  I protest to you
 that 'twas not I who wrote the matter to Monseigneur do
 Guyenne, but Monsieur le Cardinal Balue." 
"The joiner is dear," quoth the king.  "Is that all?" 
"No, sire.  To a glazier, for the windows of the said chamber,
 forty-six sols, eight deniers parisis." 
"Have mercy, sire!  Is it not enough to have given all my
 goods to my judges, my plate to Monsieur de Torcy, my
 library to Master Pierre Doriolle, my tapestry to the governor
 of the Roussillon?  I am innocent.  I have been shivering
 in an iron cage for fourteen years.  Have mercy, sire!
 You will find your reward in heaven." 
"Master Olivier," said the king, "the total?" 
"Three hundred sixty-seven livres, eight sols, three deniers
 parisis. 
"Notre-Dame!" cried the king.  "This is an outrageous cage!" 
He tore the book from Master Olivier's hands, and set to
 reckoning it himself upon his fingers, examining the paper
 and the cage alternately.  Meanwhile, the prisoner could be
 heard sobbing.  This was lugubrious in the darkness, and
 their faces turned pale as they looked at each other. 
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