As he had the appearance of a poor madman, and nothing more, he was allowed to go without any questioning, and he followed the king for nearly half an hour, repeating the same cry from a distance.

The king was much troubled at this sudden apparition; and his head, which was very weak, was quite turned by it.

Nevertheless the march was continued.

When the forest had been traversed, they came to a great sandy plain, where the rays of the sun were more scorching than ever.

One of the king's pages, overcome by the heat, had fallen asleep, and the lance he carried fell against his helmet, and suddenly caused a loud clash of steel.
"The king shuddered; and then he was observed, rising in his stirrups, to draw his sword, touch his horse with the spur, and make a dash, crying, 'Forward upon these traitors! They would deliver me up to the enemy!' Every one moved hastily aside, but not before some were wounded; it is even said that several were killed, among them a bastard of Polignac.
The king's brother, the Duke of Orleans, happened to be quite close by.
'Fly, my nephew d'Orleans,' shouted the Duke of Burgundy: 'my lord is beside himself.