France -- History -- Louis IX, 1226-1270 -- Juvenile fiction
"My own mother is dead," said Agnes, "and I fear that I ought to be glad
of that, for she, too, was a pious lady, and knew how to read; and all
these things might have been done to her had she lived to see this day."
The King's face grew serious at this, and he was silent for a few
moments. But presently, turning to Raymond, he said:
"Then what you would have me do is to request these proceedings to be
stopped, until some learned and pious man, with mind not prejudiced in
this affair, shall examine into your mother's belief, and shall see if
there be cause or need that she be tried by the Inquisition?"
"That is all, good sire," said Raymond. "That is all we ask."
"I will lay this matter before my royal mother, the Queen," said the
King, "for she has far more knowledge of such subjects, and far more
influence with our clergy, than I have, and I fear me not that what you
desire will be readily obtained. It is a fair and reasonable request you
make, and I am right well pleased you came to me to make it. So be
comforted, my little friends. I will speak with the Queen this very day
in your behalf."
With this he rose, and with a smile and a little wave of the hand
dismissed his young petitioners. They were about to step back, when
Jasto, who had been gradually getting nearer and nearer to the central
group, so that he had heard all that had been said, pulled Louis by the
end of his doublet, and whispered in his ear:
"Ask if you shall come again, or if you may go home with the good news."
Then Louis advanced a little, and spoke up quickly, asking the question.
"Come to-morrow an hour earlier than this time," said the King, who
evidently was much interested in the matter,—the more so, perhaps,
because so little kingly business was submitted to him,—"and you shall
hear exactly what will be done, and who shall be sent to catechise the
Countess." He then walked away, and the children rejoined their elder
companions.
When Sir Charles heard of the suggestion made by Jasto, he slapped him
on the shoulder and said to him:
"You were always a good fellow, Jasto, with ideas suitable to the
occasion, both to speak and to write down with ink. Now I shall be able
to see this great city of Paris, which I have not visited for ten long
years."
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