France -- History -- Louis IX, 1226-1270 -- Juvenile fiction
"There is but one thing, then, to do," exclaimed Raymond, half turning
away. "We must fly to England."
"What?" exclaimed the King; "to England! Fly? What means that?"
"In England," said Louis, his voice half-choked with tears, "the King
does not allow——"
At this point Raymond gave his brother such a pull by the arm that he
instantly stopped speaking, to turn around and see what was the matter,
and then Raymond spoke:
"My Lord King," he said, "we must now make our way with our mother to
England, because there we shall be safe from the power of the
Inquisition. It may be that its trials may be just and right, but we
have heard something of the horrible tortures that its prisoners have to
bear, to prove whether they will tell the truth or not; and, while I
live, my mother, my own dear mother, shall never be dragged from her
home and be made to go through such a trial. I would kill her first
myself."
"And so would I," cried Louis, "if Raymond were dead!"
"Oh, boys!" exclaimed Agnes, imploringly, "do not say such horrible
things!"
The King, apparently, had not heard these latter remarks. For a moment
he seemed in troubled thought, and then he said, half to himself:
"Can it be that a noble lady, and a pious one, I doubt not, must flee my
dominions, to take refuge with Henry of England, because, as it appears,
she is persecuted by enemies, and threatened with the rigors of the
Inquisition, which, whatever they be, may perhaps well frighten the
souls of a gentle dame and these poor children!"
"And they could not certainly save themselves by flight, sire," said the
courtiers, "for the Pope could doubtless order them to be apprehended
and remanded to these shores."
"Is there, then, no place to which we can fly?" cried little Agnes. "For
I am going, too. Father and I will go."
The young King made no reply. He stood, silent and pale. Then, stepping
forward a little, his head held very high, and his eyes sparkling, he
said:
"Do not fly to any land. Leave not France. You are as safe here as in
any spot on earth. Go back to your mother, my brave youth, and tell her
that her own King will protect her from needless molestation, and will
give that opportunity she asks for to show her true faith and sound
belief. I will desire, as a favor to myself, that the Inquisition shall
cease its action against this lady until some wise and learned members
of our clergy, whom I will send to her to inquire into this matter,
shall give their fair and well-considered opinion of it. And now," said
he, turning to his courtiers, his face flushed with youthful pride, "I
feel more like a king of France than I ever felt before."
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CHAPTER XV.
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