did not cease to pay court to them, Many of his knights were highly
displeased at seeing themselves mixed up with such fellows. The honest
burgesses began to be less frightened at the threats and more angry at
the excesses of the butchers. The advocate-general, Juvenal des Ursins,
had several times called without being received at the Hotel d'Artois,
but one night the Duke of Burgundy sent for him, and asked him what he
thought of the position. "My lord," said the magistrate, "do not persist
in always maintaining that you did well to have the Duke of Orleans
slain; enough mischief has come of it to make you agree that you were
wrong. It is not to your honor to let yourself be guided by flayers of
beasts and a lot of lewd fellows. I can guarantee that a hundred
burgesses of Paris, of the highest character, would undertake to attend
you everywhere, and do whatever you should bid them, and even lend you
money if you wanted it." The duke listened patiently, but answered that
he had done no wrong in the case of the Duke of Orleans, and would never
confess that he had. "As to the fellows of whom you speak," said he,
"I know my own business." Juvenal returned home without much belief in
the duke's firmness. He himself, full of courage as he was, durst not
yet declare himself openly. The thought of all this occupied his mind
incessantly, sleeping and waking. One night, when he had fallen asleep
towards morning, it seemed to him that a voice kept saying, _Surgite cum
sederitis, qui manducatis panem doloris_ (Rise up from your sitting, ye
who eat the bread of sorrow). When he awoke, his wife, a good and pious
woman, said to him, "My dear, this morning I heard some one saying to
you, or you pronouncing in a dream, some words that I have often read in
my Hours;" and she repeated them to him. "My dear," answered Juvenal,
"we have eleven children, and consequently great cause to pray God to
grant us peace; let us hope in Him, and He will help us." He often saw
the Duke of Berry. "Well, Juvenal," the old prince would say to him,
"shall this last forever? Shall we be forever under the sway of these