He pushed the king from him contemptuously, and the king dropped on the ground a black and helpless heap of fear.
"Can a king be such a cur? Burgundy won't hurt you if you do as he bids you. I won't hurt you if you do as I bid you."
The black figure rocked, a pitiable bundle of terrors, apparently sobbing plaintively. Thibaut sickened at such shameless fear.
"Stop crying," he growled.
René de Montigny, who had been watching keenly the actions of the prisoner, interrupted:
"He seems to be laughing," he said.
Thibaut gave a cry of astonishment and stooped down over the prostrate man, who greeted him with a prolonged and hearty peal of laughter, which staggered the giant like a blow in the face. At that moment the tower door was flung open and Tristan appeared.
"The king!" he cried in a voice of thunder.
In another moment, as if by magic, the little garden space was girdled by the archers of the Scottish Guard, strong hands made sure of the baffled conspirators, and to their astonishment Louis himself made his appearance through the open doorway, his malign face smiling in the moonlight.
