It was impossible to get off the fantastic dresses clinging to their bodies.

"Save the king!" shouted one of the poor masquers; but it was not known which was the king.

The Duchess de Berry, his aunt, recognized him, caught hold of him, and wrapped him in her robe, saying, "Do not move; you see your companions are burning." And thus he was saved amidst the terror of all present.

When he was conscious of his mad state, he was horrified; he asked pardon for the injury he had done, confessed and received the communion.

Later, when he perceived his malady returning, he would allude to it with tears in his eyes, ask to have his hunting-knife taken away, and say to those about him, "If any of you, by I know not what witchcraft, be guilty of my sufferings, I adjure him, in the name of Jesus Christ, to torment me no more, and to put an end to me forthwith without making me linger so." He conceived a horror of Queen Isabel, and, without recognizing her, would say when he saw her, "What woman is this?
What does she want?
Will she never cease her importunities?
Save me from her persecution!" At first great care was taken of him.