the hunchback of notre dame-第113章
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to attach the said cage in place with clamps and nails weighing in all two hundred and eighteen pounds； not reckoning the iron of the trellises for the windows of the chamber wherein the cage hath been placed； the bars of iron for the door of the cage and other things。〃
〃'Tis a great deal of iron；〃 said the king； 〃to contain the light of a spirit。〃
〃The whole amounts to three hundred and seventeen livres； five sols； seven deniers。〃
〃~Pasque…Dieu~！〃 exclaimed the king。
At this oath； which was the favorite of Louis XI。； some one seemed to awaken in the interior of the cage； the sound of chains was heard； grating on the floor； and a feeble voice； which seemed to issue from the tomb was uplifted。 〃Sire！ sire！ mercy！〃 The one who spoke thus could not be seen。
〃Three hundred and seventeen livres； five sols； seven deniers；〃 repeated Louis XI。
The lamentable voice which had proceeded from the cage had frozen all present； even Master Olivier himself。 The king alone wore the air of not having heard。 At his order； Master Olivier resumed his reading； and his majesty coldly continued his inspection of the cage。
〃In addition to this there hath been paid to a mason who hath made the holes wherein to place the gratings of the windows； and the floor of the chamber where the cage is； because that floor could not support this cage by reason of its weight； twenty…seven livres fourteen sols parisis。〃
The voice began to moan again。
〃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。
〃Fourteen years； sire！ Fourteen years now！ since the month of April； 1469。 In the name of the Holy Mother of God； sire； listen to me！ During all this time you have enjoyed the heat of the sun。 Shall I； frail creature； never more behold the day？ Mercy； sire！ Be pitiful！ Clemency is a fine； royal virtue； which turns aside the currents of wrath。 Does your majesty believe that in the hour of death it will be a great cause of content for a king never to have left any offence unpunished？ Besides； sire； I did not betray your majesty； 'twas Monsieur d'Angers； and I have on my foot a very heavy chain； and a great ball of iron at the end； much heavier than it should be in reason。 Eh！ sire！ Have pity on me！〃
〃Olivier；〃 cried the king； throwing back his head； 〃I observe that they charge me twenty sols a hogshead for plaster； while it is worth but twelve。 You will refer back this account。〃
He turned his back on the cage； and set out to leave the room。 The miserable prisoner divined from the removal of the torches and the noise； that the king was taking his departure。
〃Sire！ sire！〃 be cried in despair。
The door closed again。 He no longer saw anything； and heard only the hoarse voice of the turnkey； singing in his ears this ditty；
〃~Ma？tre Jean Balue； A perdu la vue De ses évêchés。 Monsieur de Verdun。 N'en a plus pas un； Tous sont dépêchés~。〃*
* Master Jean Balue has lost sight of his bishoprics。 Monsieur of Verdun has no longer one； all have been killed off。
The king reascended in silence to his retreat； and his suite followed him； terrified by the last groans of the condemned man。 All at once his majesty turned to the Governor of the Bastille；
〃By the way；〃 said he； 〃was there not some one in that cage？〃
〃Pardieu； yes sire！〃 replied the governor； astounded by the question。
〃And who was it？〃
〃Monsieur the Bishop of Verdun。〃
The king knew this better than any one else。 But it was a mania of his。
〃Ah！〃 said he； with the innocent air of thinking of it for the first time； 〃Guillaume de Harancourt； the friend of Monsieur the Cardinal Balue。 A good devil of a bishop！〃
At the expiration of a few moments； the door of the retreat had opened again； then closed upon the five personages whom the reader has seen at the beginning of this chapter； and who resumed their places； their whispered conversations； and their attitudes。
During the king's absence； several despatches had been placed on his table； and he broke the seals himself。 Then he began to read them promptly； one after the other； made a sign to Master Olivier who appeared to exercise the office of minister； to take a pen； and without communicating to him the contents of the despatches； he began to dictate in a low voice； the replies which the latter wrote； on his knees； in an inconvenient attitude before the table。
Guillaume Rym was on the watch。
The king spoke so low that the Flemings heard nothing of his dictation； except some isolated and rather unintelligible scraps； such as；
〃To maintain the fertile places by commerce； and the sterile by manufactures。。。。To show the English lords our four bombards； London； Brabant； Bourg…en…Bresse； Saint… Omer。。。。Artillery is the cause of war being made more judiciously now。。。。To Monsieur de Bressuire； our friend。。。。Armies cannot be maintained without tribute； etc。
Once he raised his voice；
〃~Pasque Dieu~！ Monsieur the King of Sicily seals his letters with yellow wax； like a king of France。 Perhaps we are in the wrong to permit him so to do。 My fair cousin of Burgundy granted no armorial bearings with a field of gules。 The grandeur of houses is assured by the integrity of prerogatives。 Note this； friend Olivier。〃
Again；
〃Oh！ oh！〃 said he； 〃What a long message！ What doth our brother the emperor claim？〃 And running his eye over the missive and breaking his reading with interjection： 〃Surely！ the Germans are so great and powerful； that it is hardly credibleBut let us not forget the old proverb： 'The finest county is Flanders； the finest duchy； Milan； the finest kingdom； France。' Is it not so； Messieurs Flemings？〃
This time Coppenole bowed in company with Guillaume Rym。 The hosier's patriotism was tickled。
The last despatch made Louis XI。 frown。
〃What is this？〃 be said； 〃Complaints and fault finding against our garrisons in Picardy！ Olivier； write with diligence to M。 the Marshal de Rouault：That discipline is relaxed。 That the gendarmes of the unattached troops； the feudal nobles； the free archers； and the Swiss inflict infinite evils on the rustics。That the military； not content with what they find in the houses of the rustics； constrain them with violent blows of cudgel or of lash to go and get wine； spices； and other unreasonable things in the town。That monsieur the king knows this。 That we undertake to guard our people against inconveniences； larcenies and pillage。That such is our will； by our Lady！That in addition； it suits us not that any fiddler； barber； or any soldier varlet should be clad like a prince； in velvet； cloth of silk； and rings of gold。That these vanities are hateful to God。That we； who are gentlemen； content ourselves with a doublet of cloth at sixteen sols the ell； of Paris。That messieurs the camp…followers can v
