| BOOK TENTH.
CHAPTER 5. THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS.
 (continued)"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,-- |