The lord count sat three hours at table, after which he rose, took up the globe and sceptre, and entering the next chamber, placed himself on a chair raised on a platform, with steps. The two kings were seated on each side the throne, and round them, on the steps, all the barons, knights, and eminent citizens. Then a _jongleur_ approached, and sang a new _sirvente_, which he had composed for this august occasion, entitled—“The Crown, the Sceptre, and the Globe—” “The crown being quite round, and this circle having neither beginning nor end, signifies the great power of God, which he has placed, not on the middle of the body, nor yet on the feet, but on your head, as the symbol of intelligence; and because he has placed it on your head, you ought always to remember this omnipotent God; may you, with this earthly and perishable crown, win the celestial crown of glory in the eternal kingdom. “The sceptre signifies justice, which you ought to maintain and extend to all ranks; and as this sceptre is a long rod with a curve, fit to strike and chastise, thus justice should, in like manner, punish, that the wicked may leave off their bad ways, and the good may become better and better. “The globe signifies, that as you hold the globe in your hand you also hold your country and your power; and since God has confided them to you, it is necessary that you should govern with truth, justice and clemency, that none of your subjects may sustain injury from yourself or any other person.” The lord count appeared to hear this _sirvente_ with pleasure, like a prince who laid the good counsel it contained to heart, and intended to put it in practice. The _sirvente_ was followed by a song in twelve parts, and the song by a poem in three cantos; and when all was said and done, the lord count, who was much fatigued, took up the globe and sceptre, and went into his chamber to get a few minutes’ sleep, of which, indeed, he was much in need. His attendants had scarcely unclasped his mantle of state, before he was informed that a _jongleur_ must speak with him, having affairs of interest to communicate, which would not bear delay. The lord count ordered him to be admitted. The _jongleur_ advanced two steps, and bent his knee to the ground. “Speak!” said the count. “May it please your lordship to order that you should be in private with your servant?” Raymond Beranger made a sign to his people that he wished to be alone with the _jongleur_. “Who are you?” asked he, as soon as the door was shut. “I am,” said the _jongleur_, “the person who answered ‘Amen,’ in the church of St. Saviour, when your lordship vowed, sword in hand, to render justice to the high and low, the rich and poor, to foreigners as well as your own subjects.” “In whose name do you ask justice?”