And Lescot and Thuriot
shuffled in their seats. At length, "I do not know," Lescot muttered
timidly.
"You do not know?"
"What can be done!"
"The people will know!" Father Pezelay retorted "Trust them!"
"But the people will not rise without a leader."
"Then will I lead them!"
"Even so, reverend Father--I doubt," Lescot faltered. And Thuriot nodded
assent. Gibbets were erected in those days rather for laymen than for
the Church.
"You doubt!" the priest cried. "You doubt!" His baleful eyes passed
from one to the other; from them to the rest of the company. He saw that
with the exception of the Cure of St.-Benoist all were of a mind. "You
doubt! Nay, but I see what it is! It is this," he continued slowly and
in a different tone, "the King's will goes for nothing in Angers! His
writ runs not here. And Holy Church cries in vain for help against the
oppressor. I tell you, the sorceress who has bewitched him has bewitched
you also. Beware! beware, therefore, lest it be with you as with him!
And the fire that shall consume her, spare not your houses!"
The two citizens crossed themselves, grew pale and shuddered. The fear
of witchcraft was great in Angers, the peril, if accused of it, enormous.
Even the Canons looked startled.
"If--if my brother were here," the Archdeacon repeated feebly, "something
might be done!"
"Vain is the help of man!" the priest retorted sternly, and with a
gesture of sublime dismissal.
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