France -- History -- Francis I, 1515-1547 -- Fiction
"My children," said the master, "it is undoubtedly true that I engaged
you to work at the goldsmith's trade, and not to fight. But during the
two months that we have been together we have learned to know one
another so well that, in a serious emergency, I feel that I can count
upon you, as you all and always can count upon me. You know what I have
in contemplation: we are but poorly accommodated here, with but little
air and little space, and our elbows are too cramped to allow us to
undertake great works, or even to use the forge with any degree of
vigor. The king, in the presence of you all, deigned to bestow upon me a
larger and more commodious abode; but, as he has no leisure to bestow
upon trifling details, he left it to me to install myself therein. Now,
the present possessor does not choose to give over to me this property
which his Majesty has so generously presented to me; therefore we must
take it. The Provost of Paris, who retains possession in the face of his
Majesty's order, (it would seem that such things are of common
occurrence in this land,) does not know the man with whom he has to do;
as soon as I am refused, I demand; as soon as I am resisted, I take by
force. Are you disposed to assist me? I do not conceal from you that
there will be danger in so doing: there is a battle to be fought, there
are walls to be scaled, and other harmless amusements to be indulged in.
There is nothing to fear from the police or the patrol, because we act
by his Majesty's authority; but it may mean death, my children.
Therefore, let those who wish to go elsewhere do so without hesitation,
let those who wish to remain here not be ashamed to say as much; I ask
for none but bold and resolute hearts. If you leave me to go alone with
Pagolo and Ascanio, have no fear on our behalf. I know not how I shall
go to work; but I do know this, that I will not be disappointed for
that. But, by the blood of Christ! if you lend me your hearts and your
arms, as I hope you will, woe to the provost and the provostry. Now that
you are fully instructed in the matter, speak: will you follow me?"
They all shouted with one voice:--
"Anywhere, master; wherever you choose to lead us!"
"Bravo, my children! Then you are all in for the sport?"
"All!"
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