the benign intervention of the very venerated majesty of the King of France, of whom I am, or have been, chamberlain and marshal, as may be proved by my letters patent duly enregistered in the parliament at Paris"
"This is no affair of the King of France," interrupted Pierre de l'Hospital; "if you were chamberlain and marshal of his Majesty, you are also vassal of his grace the Duke of Brittany."
"I do not deny it; but, on the contrary, I trust to his Grace of Brittany to allow me to retire to a convent of Carmelites, there to repent me of my sins."
"That is as may be; will you confess, or must I send you to the rack?"
"Torture me not!" exclaimed Gilles de Retz; "I will confess all. Tell me first, what have Henriet and Pontou said?"
"They have confessed. M. le Lieutenant du Procureur shall read you their allegations."
"Not so," said the lieutenant, who continued to show favour to the accused; "I pronounce them false, unless Messire de Retz confirms them by oath, which God forbid!"
Pierre de l'Hospital made a motion of anger to check
