"Do you think you are carrying out my will by performing all the mummeries you have taken part in to-day, while your heart is full of the things of this world?"
"Well said!" cried Chicot; "you touched him there!"
The King's hands shook as he clasped them, and Chicot went up to him.
"Well," murmured Henri, "are you convinced now?"
"Wait a bit," answered Chicot.
"What do you want more?"
"Hush! listen to me. Creep softly out of bed, and let me take your place."
"Why?"
"Because then the anger of the Lord will fall first upon me."
"And do you think I shall escape?"