Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight

The king lay still, distraught. Henry IV Part Two Forty warriors, armed with swords and torches, escorted, or rather escorted, King Louis from the town hall of Peron to the castle.As soon as he entered the dark atmosphere of the castle, he seemed to hear a shrill voice in his ears, and came a sentence written by Florentine on the gate of hell: Drop all your hopes! If King Louis thinks at this moment, thousands of people have been unfortunately thrown into the abyss of dungeons by him because of only minor suspicions (some are even completely innocent), losing hope of regaining freedom, and even abhorring that only because of animal instinct. For the life he was willing to give up, maybe he would feel a certain sense of guilt.

The blazing brilliance of the torches kept the pale moon from showing, so that tonight the moon was hazier than it had been the night before.The smoke and red light that the torches cast around the ancient buildings cast a greater shadow on the great main building, known as Earl Herbert's Tower, than the rest.This was the same tower that Louis had watched with uneasy premonition the night before.And now he was destined to become the tower's resident, subject to all possible threats of violence from his surly and powerful vassals in this secret lair of tyrannical rule. As if to aggravate this painful feeling of King Louis, as he walked through the courtyard, he saw several corpses, roughly covered with military overcoats.He soon recognized it as the body of the slain Scottish guard.The Earl of Krevig told him that, because the guards had disobeyed the order to withdraw the guards near the king's bedroom, they had quarreled with the duke's Walloon guards, and before the officials of both sides had time to mediate, several people had died.

My faithful defender of Scotland!The king looked at this sad scene and said sadly, if you can fight alone, the whole of Flanders and Burgundy will not find anyone to be your opponent. That's right, said Le Baraffrey, who followed the king, and I want to tell your majesty that mowing depends on skill, and killing depends on skill. Few people can deal with two or three people at the same time.Unless I'm on a special mission and don't care to stand aside and count the number of people before fighting, I don't mind dealing with three at the same time. Are you behind, old acquaintance?The king turned around and said, so, I still have a loyal subordinate following me.

There is also a loyal courtier who advises you and takes care of your body.Oliver.Dan said softly. We are all faithful, Triston.Lermitre said gruffly, because if any of us wanted to live, if they killed His Majesty, they wouldn't let us live. Hey, that's exactly what I was talking about, a good way to keep your life connected to your king.LeGlorier said.He had already straddled their ranks, as has been mentioned, by the restless nature of his unsteady mind. At this moment, in his haste, the summoned steward was twisting a heavy key vigorously to unlock the difficult door in the great Gothic main tower.In the end he had to turn to one of Crevig's followers.The two of them at last opened the gate, and the six entered with torches, leading them through a narrow and winding passage.This access was tightly controlled by firing holes in the basement behind and in the casements, as well as in the thick walls.At the end of the passage was a rough stone staircase made of huge stone blocks roughly hewn.After climbing the stone steps, through a solid iron locked gate, entered the main tower hall of the castle.Here, even in daylight, the light is dim, for the walls are so thick that the apertures seem so small that they are more gaps than windows.And at this moment, if it weren't for the torchlight, it would be almost pitch black.One or two bats and other ominous birds were awakened by the abnormal light, and they all rushed over, threatening to extinguish the torch.The steward of the castle apologized primly to the king that he had not had time to arrange the halls of state because of the haste with which he had been informed.He added that the hall had not actually been used for twenty years.So far as he knew, it had rarely been used since the death of the simple Charles.

Simple Charles!Louis responded and said, now I know the history of this tower.According to the chronicles, it was here that he was murdered by the treacherous courtier Herbert, Count Welman.I knew at first that there was something in Peron Castle that was always whispering in my heart, but I couldn't remember the situation. So, my old man was killed here? Not here, not quite here.I can tell Your Majesty, said the old steward, hastily, with the eagerness common to guides who show visitors places of interest, not here, but a side room a little higher up.His Majesty's bedroom happens to communicate with it.

He hastened to open the side door at the top of the hall that led to the bedroom, which, like the other rooms in the ancient building, was small in size, but because of this, it was much more comfortable than the empty hall they had just passed through.The room had been hastily furnished in preparation for the king's residence.Tapestries hung on the walls, and a fire was lit in a rusty fireplace that had long been out of use.Straw mats were spread on the floor to accommodate gentlemen who, as was the custom at the time, spent the night in the King's bedroom. We will lay out beds for your other attendants in the hall, said the nagging old man, please forgive me, we have just been notified, if your majesty is happy, please see that there is a side door behind this tapestry, leading to the inside of the wall An ancient secret room opened.This is where Charles was killed.There is a secret passage at the bottom, and his murderer walked in along the passage.Your Majesty must have seen better than mine, and you can see the blood on the oak floor, though it was five hundred years ago.

As he spoke, he groped for the back door he had mentioned.The king stopped him and said: "Old man, wait a little longer and you will find new conversation materials, and you will also find fresh blood splattered on the wall, and you can point them out to others."Count Krevig, what do you have to say? My lord, I can only answer that you are free to use the two chambers inside as if you were in your own Palazzo Plessy, while I will guard the outside.Don't worry, I, Krevig, have never sullied my reputation with the crime of conspiracy. However, what about the secret passage leading to the secret room that the old man just mentioned?King Louis held Craig's arm tightly with one hand, pointed to the side door with the other, and asked anxiously in a low voice.

This must be a dream of Mollner, said Krevig, or it is an old and wild legend of this place. Let us see for ourselves. Seeing that he was going to open the door of the secret room, Louis stopped him and said: No, Krevig, it is enough to guarantee it on your honor.But, Krevig, what does the Duke intend to do with me?He can't expect to imprison me for a long time, can he?Besides, I would like to ask you to share your opinion. "My lord," said the count, "the Duke of Burgundy's outrage at the murder of his kinsmen and allies may well be judged by his majesty himself.As for on what grounds he can base his belief that this was instigated by your envoy, only you know.However, my master's character is very high, and, because of his strong feelings, it is impossible for him to commit any shady business.No matter what he does, he will always do it aboveboard in front of the people of the two countries.I can only add that every advisor around him, with perhaps one exception, wished him to be magnanimous, temperate, and just in this matter.

well!Krevig, Louis said, shaking his hand, seemed to be moved by some painful memory, and what a blessing it is for a king to be helped by counselors around him to avoid the consequences of his anger !When future generations read the history of his dynasty, they will definitely write the names of these counselors in gold letters.Noble Krevig, if only I were lucky enough to have such men as my advisors around me! If this is the case, His Majesty will try every means to get rid of them as soon as possible.LeGlorier said. well!Mr. Wisdom, are you here?Louis turned to him and said.He immediately changed from the sentimental tone he had just spoken to Krevig, and switched naturally to one tinged with joy.Did you come here with us too?

Yes, sir, replied Leglorier, and the fool in purple led the way, and the wise man in mottled followed. Mr. Solomon, how should I understand your words?Louis replied, would you like to exchange places with me? Even if you offered me fifty crowns, I would never do it.LeGlorier said. What's the point?I know what an ordinary king looks like, so if I can have someone like you as my king, I am already very satisfied. Your Majesty is very well said, said Leglorier, but the point is that Your Majesty is so clever as to put himself in prison, so I must consider, if I have such a foolish jester as you, should I do it? feel ashamed.

Shut up, slave!Count Krevig said, Your tongue is too presumptuous. Let him go, said the king, for I know that foolishness is most laughable when it is done by the wrong man.Hey, wise friend, I give you a bag of gold coins, and at the same time I give you this advice: Never think you are smarter than others, it will make you a miserable fool.Please do me a favor and find out about my astrologer MatthiasWhere is Galioti, tell him to come to me at once. Your Majesty, I will do so.The Fool replied, I am sure of Jane.Dobporteur, for philosophers know as well as fools where good wine is sold. Count Krevig, I beg you to take care of your guards and allow this scholar to come to me.Louis said. That is all right, replied the Count, but I am sorry to have to add that I am under orders not to allow me to let anyone leave His Majesty's chambers. Arrangements have been made at the hotel, that the gentlemen who are supposed to lodge there may sleep more comfortably. Don't worry about them, Monsieur Count, replied the King, for they are men accustomed to despise hard life.And to be honest, apart from wanting to meet Galioti, I also want to follow your instructions and try not to have any contact with the outside world tonight. I have been instructed, replied Krevig, that His Majesty has complete freedom in his chambers.These are the exact words my master instructed. Crevig, your lord may be called my lord a wise lord.Now there is only an ancient hall and a bedroom left in my domain, and the scope has been reduced a little.However, for the subjects I still have, my territory is still very large. Count Krevig took his leave.Soon, the people inside heard the noise from the sentry who came to stand guard, the command issued by the officer, and the hurried footsteps of the laid-off guards leaving.In the end, everything fell silent.The only sound left in the night air was the murmur of the deep, murky Somme as it slid by beneath the castle. You go to the hall and rest, good fellows, Louis said to his followers, but don't lie down and sleep, you must be ready to act at any time.I have work to do tonight, and it's very urgent. Oliver and Triston obeyed and returned to the hall.They saw Le Balafrey and two officers of the Martial General standing guard in the hall.These three were left behind when everyone else had entered the king's bedroom.Oliver and Triston discovered that three men outside had filled the fire with wood for the dual purpose of heating and lighting.The three of them are sitting on the floor wrapped in capes, expressing their inner frustration and anxiety in different poses.Oliver and Triston felt bored and had to follow their example.They were not very friendly in their fortunes at court, and they were equally unwilling to trust one another in this strange sudden turn of fortune, and so they all sat silent and despondent. Their master was going through a painful ordeal in his secluded bedroom.This may compensate for some of the pain caused to others by his calling the shots.He walked up and down the room with rapid, uneven steps, pausing frequently to clasp his hands.In short, he was letting loose the excitement he had so effectively repressed in public.Finally, he stopped again, shook hands, and finally stood opposite the side door that the old Moore said led to the scene of his predecessor's death, and vented his feelings with intermittent monologues. Simple Charles!Simple Charles!What will future generations call Louis XI who may soon rearrange your bloodstains with blood?Stupid Louie?Nonsense Louie?Faint Louis?I don't think these titles are enough to describe my extreme ignorance!To think that those hot-headed Lièges who took rebellion as a daily routine would not stand still!To fantasize that the Ardennes boar would cease his bloody and savage rampage!To think that my means of reasoning and debating against Charles of Burgundy would be effective!What a fool I am, a double fool!But Matthias, that wretch, can never get away. He's the one who did it, and he and that damned Bishop of Ballou. (Original note: Louis often reproached Cardinal Ballou for betraying him to Burgundy. In the end he fulfilled his vow of vengeance against him. After returning to France, he ordered his former favorite to be imprisoned in the prison of Roche in these dreadful iron cages, so ingeniously made that a person of average size could neither stand up straight nor lie down. Some believe that Ballou himself designed this dreadful contraption. Anyway, he was kept in This cage lasted more than eleven years, and he was not released until he died of illness.) If I can escape this time, I will tear off his cardinal hat, even if it is torn off his hair come down!Fortunately, the other traitor has not escaped from my grasp.I still have enough royal power and enough territory to punish this liar who has made me a prisoner and a fool, this charlatan who sells dog skin plasters, looks at the stars, and makes up lies!The fate of Xingxiu is such a fate that he talks nonsense that even a three-year-old can't fool, but I insist on foolishly thinking that I understand his nonsense!We will soon see what this encounter portends.First, though, let me say my prayers. Perhaps in commemoration of the regicide that took place in the secret chamber, there is a crude shrine above the small door, containing a stone cross.The king fixed his eyes on this cross, and was about to kneel down, but stopped suddenly, as if he intended to apply the principles of secular politics to the icon, and regarded it as a kind of pleading directly to the icon by the private intercession of the unfavored saint. indiscretion.So he looked away from the cross, as if he had no right to look at it.Then he selected the Madonna of Crery from among the icons adorning the hat of which we have so often referred, and kneeling before it, he said an extraordinary prayer.From this prayer we can see that his gross superstition led him to a certain degree to regard Our Lady of Cleary and his beloved and frequently votive Our Lady of Embron as two persons. Dear Our Lady of Cleary, he clasped his hands, beat his chest and said loudly, Blessed Mother of Mercy, Almighty God makes you omnipotent.Please have pity on me, a sinner!I admit I neglected you a little in favor of your sister Umbrun.However, I am a king, and I have great power and infinite wealth.Even if this is not the case, even if I collect double the salt tax from my subjects, I will never repay my debt to you.Please open the iron gate, fill up the terrible moat, and lead me like a mother leads a child to escape this imminent danger!If I give Boulogne forever to your sister, shall I not be faithful to you also?I give you the wide and rich province of Champagne.Champagne's vineyards will dedicate their bountiful grapes to your monastery.I bequeathed this province to my brother Charles.But you know, he's dead. He's been killed by St. John.The vicious abbot of Dang Reli Monastery was poisoned to death.If I live, I will punish him!I've made this wish before, but this time I'll make it come true.If I have ever heard of this crime, believe me, dear Holy Mother, it is because I have no other good means of appeasement of dissatisfaction at home.Ah, please don't settle this old score with me today!Be kind and generous to me, and receptive to my entreaties, as you have always been!Dearest Mother, please convince your son to forgive me for my past sins and a little thing I have to do tonight!Dearest Mother of Cleary, it is not a crime, it is not a crime, but an act of justice done in secret, for this villain is the greatest liar who has ever poured lies into the ears of a sovereign.In addition, he was also keen on the ugly Greek heresy.He doesn't deserve your protection.Leave him to me.Please consider me doing a good thing to the world by getting rid of him, because this guy is a wizard, a necromancer , in your eyes, killing it should be as insignificant as a spark falling from an oil lamp or a spark from a furnace.Please, O most tender and merciful Mother, do not mind this trifle, but only how best to help me out of my troubles!I fasten my royal seal on your idol, to show that I will keep my vows for Champagne County, and promise that, since you are very merciful, gentle, and good, you will never again in matters that smell of blood sorry to bother you. After signing this special contract with his beloved god, Louis read seven Latin hymns of penitence, and seven carols and prayers dedicated to the prayer of the Virgin, with seeming reverence, and then stood up, admiring his attainment. The Virgin to whom he prayed was satisfied with his promise of intercession.Especially since the cunning old man imagined that most of the sins he had interceded in the past were of a different nature, so that the Virgin of Cleary would not consider him a paternal being like the other saints to whom he often confessed murder. A vicious, bloodthirsty murderer. Having assuaged his conscience, or rather, painted his conscience as a tomb, King Louis put his head out of the door, and summoned Le Balafrey, who was sitting in the hall, into his chamber.My good guard, he said, you have served me long without promotion.My current situation is life and death.But I don't want to die an ungrateful person.Nor would I die without rewarding my friends and punishing my enemies, if only the saints had blessed me with this power.I have a friend who needs to pay back, and it's yourself.I, too, have an enemy who deserves the punishment he deserves, and that is the vile, sinister villain Mathias .Galiotti.By his deceit and flattering lies he has ensnared me in the prison of my sworn enemy.Its unwavering purpose was to kill me like a butcher slaughters his cattle heading to the slaughterhouse. He dared to do this, and I must challenge him.People said he was good at martial arts, despite his clumsy appearance.Le Barafrey said, I believe that since the Duke of Burgundy appreciates martial spirit so much, he will provide us with a suitable size space as a fair competition venue.Provided your majesty lives long this time and is free again, you will see me strike in your favor, taking the vengeance you desire on this philosopher. I admire your bravery and your devotion to me, said the king, but this insidious villain is skilled in martial arts.I would not knowingly risk the life of a brave defender of mine. Forgive me, Your Majesty, said Le Baraffrey, if I dare not deal with a man who is even stronger than him, I am not a brave defender.It would be embarrassing for a brute who can neither read nor write to be afraid of a slob who spends his life reading, writing and writing. Le Balafrey, said the king, I will not risk you so.I have ordered the traitor to be called.I want you to jump up on him at the first chance and give him a slam right under the fifth rib, you know what I mean? Of course, of course, said Le Balafrey, but, your Majesty, please forgive me, this kind of thing is completely beyond my usual range of actions.I'll kill a dog for you, and see if it's attacking or chasing your Majesty, or ignoring warnings, etc. Surely you are not pretending to be merciful!The king said, You know, you have always been the first to attack cities and lands.And, people tell me, you are most keen to rely on your own cruelty, and take advantage of this opportunity to get some more pleasure and advantage! My lord, replied Le Baraffre, I never feared your armed enemies, nor spared their lives.Offensive is a desperate business, and the dangers involved can make the blood boil, St. Andrew, and it is impossible to calm down for an hour or two.For this reason, I think it is fair and reasonable to rob after the capture of the city.God be merciful to us poor Qiuba: We are first maddened by danger, then still more maddened by victory.I once heard of a legion composed entirely of saints.I think that's because they have to bother them all to pray for the soldiers with feathers, armor, and swords, and intercede with God to solve the problem.What your Majesty proposes is indeed beyond my usual range of action, though I will by no means deny that the range is very wide.As for the astrologer, if he is a traitor, let him be executed as such, and I will neither interfere nor interfere.His Majesty's Adjudicator-at-Large sat outside with two of his men, who were more suited to deal with him than a Scottish gentleman of my birth and status. You speak well, preached the king, but at least it is your duty to prevent others from obstructing, and to protect me from the execution of this most just sentence. Even if all Peron's men were out in force, I would do it.Your Majesty need not doubt my fidelity, said Le Balafrey, so long as the matter is to my conscience.To be honest, for my own convenience and for my allegiance to Your Majesty, my conscience can accommodate many things.At least, I know that I have done many things for His Majesty that I would never do for others, things that I would rather swallow my own dagger than do. Say no more, preached the king, and listen to you when you see Galiotti come in, and as soon as the door is closed you must be on guard to guard the entrance to the chamber.Don't let anyone crash in. That's all I ask of you.Now go and call me the Chief Military Advocate. Le Balafrey obeyed and left the king's bedroom.Soon Triston.Lermit walked in from the hall. Welcome, old chap, said the King, and where do you think we are now? Like a death sentence, said the Military Advocate, unless the Duke ordered a pardon. Forgiveness or no forgiveness, anyway, the person who tricked us into this trap has to act as our forerunner, first go to the underworld to arrange a place for us.Says the king with a hideous smile, Triston, you have done many valiant acts of law enforcement finis I should say funis|coronatopus.You have to live and die with me until the last moment. Your Majesty, I will, Triston said, I am just an ordinary person, but I know how to be grateful.I will do my duty whether in this bedroom or elsewhere.As long as I'm still alive, Your Majesty can make a head fall with a single slash, just like sitting on the king's throne in the past.Just let them settle the score with me right away I don't care. That's what I want from you, my good fellow, said Louie, but have you any good help?That traitor is strong and will definitely call for help.The Scot only agreed to keep the gate, and I managed to get him to do so, with some rhetoric.Oliver is an idiot who only knows how to lie, flatter and come up with dangerous ideas.Damn beast!I see that one day he will hang himself instead of putting the noose on someone else's head.You see, do you have the manpower and means to take him out fast and hard? Troy.Eichel and André Jr. were beside me, and he said they were good at what they did, and could hang one of the three quietly without the other two noticing.We must live and die with Your Majesty, because we all know that if you die, we can only end up in a noose and breathless end like our prisoner. May I ask Your Majesty, who is our current target?I want to identify who it is first.As your Majesty has sometimes kindly reminded me, I sometimes mistake the criminal, and make a scapegoat for an honest man who did not offend Your Majesty. You are quite right, said the king, and I tell you, Triston, that it is Matthias P.GALIOTI You are taken aback.But I'm telling the truth.The scoundrel has brought us all here with his rhetoric, so that one by one we will fall helplessly into the hands of the Duke of Burgundy. He must die!Triston said, even if this is the last thing I do in my life, I will sting him to hell like a dying wasp, even if I myself will be trampled to pieces in a blink of an eye! I know you are faithful, said the king, and like my other good men, you do take pleasure in doing your duty, for goodness, as the scholars say, is its own reward.Go tell the pastor to get ready.The damn guy is coming. Your Majesty, I want you to see this man executed before your eyes, will you?asked Triston. Louis declined the offer, but he instructed the Advocate-Martial that he would be ready to carry out his orders as soon as the astrologer left his chamber.I want to see the villain again, said the king, and see how he treats the master he has led into his trap.I should have liked to see how the terror of his approaching death had dulled his rosy cheeks, and darkened his lying and smiling eyes.Ah, it was the bishop's whims that inspired him to make that unfortunate prophecy.If only he came to me with this soothsayer!However, if I survive, my lord, you must watch out for your red robe!Nor can the Holy See protect you May St. Peter and the Blessed Virgin Mary of the Merciful Clery protect me for saying so.What are you still dawdling about?Go get your men ready.The villain will be here soon.I pray to God, don't let him be afraid to come!Otherwise it's bad.Go ahead, Triston, I've never seen you so slow when it comes time to do your errands. If your majesty is not surprised, you often say that I am too hasty in doing things, and often misunderstand your intentions and kill the wrong people.Your Majesty, when parting from Galiotti, please give me a sign whether the original plan will be followed, because once or twice, as far as I know, your Majesty has changed his mind and complained that I acted too quickly. (Original Note: Varyas once mentioned in a history book about Louis XI that the military judge often acted hastily when executing important criminals, and killed people who should not be killed by mistake. As a result, two people were often beheaded successively Phenomenon: Because Louis will never quell his anger and desire for revenge against the deceased just because someone died for him.) You many-hearted fellow, replied the King, I tell you that I will not change my mind.But, just to keep you from talking, listen, if I say God is good when we part, then go ahead with the original plan; if I say go slow, you have to understand that I have changed my mind. I'm pretty much the blunt head of my bunch.Triston.Lermitre said, slow down, let me review if you want him to walk slowly, do I have to kill him? No, no you're an idiot!said the king, if I say so, let him go.If I say by heaven, hang him a yard or two closer to the stars he knows so well. I wish I had a good tool for this. Well, hang it up or drop it down, both are fine.replied the king with a smirk. What to do with the dead body?asked the Military Advocate. Let me think about it!The king said the windows in the hall were too narrow.But the skylight is wide.We put a piece of paper on his chest saying that the man had been punished by the king and should pass without tax, and threw him through the window into the Somme.If the duke's officers dare, let them catch him and make him pay his taxes. The Advocate General left Louis' bedroom and called his two assistants to a large, sloping window in the hall to confer.Troy.Eichel stuck a torch into the wall for lighting.They talked quietly, and Oliver, depressed, and LeBalaffrey, who was asleep, naturally did not hear what they said. Boys, said the Attorney General to the two executioners, perhaps you think our work is over, or at least we are more likely to be the targets of others than we have nothing to do.Guys, take courage!Our wise lord has left us a great opportunity to play our way, and we must do it well to be remembered in history. I figured out what it was, Troy.Our master, says Eichel, is like the emperor of ancient Rome, who, when he was in a desperate situation, or, as they are often said, at the end of his rope, chose an experienced man from among his executioners to take his own life. so as not to expose the body to the bungling technique of some novice or fool in our esoteric trade.This is a good habit of human beings.But, as a good Catholic, I cannot lay my hands on such a most Christian king. You are overthinking, old man, said little Andrei, and if he orders his own execution, I see no reason to object.People who live in Rome must obey the Pope.The subordinates of the Advocate General must obey the orders of their masters, and their masters must obey the orders of the king. Shut up, you idiots!The Attorney-General said that the matter did not concern the king, but only Matthias Mohammad's sorcerer, a heathen who knew Greek.Galiotti. Galiotti!Little Andre replied, that's right.I know these magicians have been walking a tightrope all their lives, and someday they'll stumble at the end of one of those tightropes! The only thing I'm worried about is Troy.Eichel raised his head and said, that guy will be executed before he can repent. Come on, come on!The Attorney-General replied that he was a notorious heretic and a deadman, and dozens of priests gathered to pray for him could not save him from the fate he deserved.Besides, if he fantasizes about going to heaven, then Eichel, you are also qualified to be his priest.But more than that, guys, I'm afraid you'll have to use broadswords because you lack the proper tools for your trade. To ask me to carry out the king's orders without the necessary tools, Trois.Eichel said, the Virgin of Paris Island would not agree either!I usually wrap the St. Francis Rope four times around me, with a nice snare at the end.I am of the order of the Franciscans, and I can wear a Franciscan hat if necessary. I thank God and the good priest of Saumur. As for me, says little Andrei, I always carry in my purse what they call a pulley, which is very convenient to use, and a strong iron peg to fasten them wherever they are needed, lest the trees be scarce. 1. The noose cannot be hung when the branches are high from the ground.I think this thing is really useful. It's coming in handy now, said the Attorney General, you just screw the pulley into the beam on that door and wind the rope around it.I'll have some more chats with that guy around, and once you put the noose around his neck, Just pulling up the rope, little Andre said, hey!Our astrologers are far from heaven, though their feet are off the ground. Those two gentlemen, Troy.Eichel looked in the direction of the fireplace, and said, can you help me and get a taste of our street? snort!They won't!The Advocate General replied that the barber would only come up with bad ideas and send someone else to do it.As for the Scot, he held the gate while we were at it, for he had run out of strength and drive to take an active part in the business.All right, everyone. The two venerable executioners of the Attorney General, feeling a professional pleasure that made their present precarious situation more pleasant, handled the ropes and pulleys with great dexterity in order to execute the imprisoned king's slap in the face of Galioti. judgment made.It seemed a joy and a relief to see that the last actions of their lives were so consistent with what they had done in the past.Triston.Lermit watched their movements with a certain satisfaction.Oliver was unmoved.And Ludwick.萊斯利被他們吵醒後，即使看他們一眼，也認為他們幹的事與他的職務根本不相干，不必為此承擔任何責任。 （原註：作者曾竭力使這可憎的特里斯頓．勒爾米特顯得對路易王表現出一種類似狗對主人的頑強忠心。這人固然具有可惡的殘暴性格，但的確英勇善戰。年輕時曾在弗隆薩克攻城戰中和其他年輕貴族一道被杜諾瓦的父親查爾斯第五統治時期的著名英雄封為騎士。）