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When he returned, he carne into Gaunt about noon. They of the town knew of his coming, and many were assembled together in the street whereas he should pass. And when they saw him, they began to murmur, and began to run together three heads in one hood and said: `Behold yonder great master, who will order all Flanders after his pleasure, the which is not to be suffered.' Also there were words sown through all the town, how Jaques d'Arteveld had nine year assembled all the revenues of Flanders without any count given, and thereby hath kept his estate, and also sent great riches out of the country into England secretly. These words set them of Gaunt on fire, and as he rode through the street, he perceived that there was some new matter against him, for he saw such as were wont to make reverence to him as he came by, he saw them turn their backs toward him and enter into their houses. Then he began to doubt ; and as soon as he was alighted in his lodging, he closed fast his gates, doors and windows. This was scant done but all the street was full of men, and specially of them of the small crafts : there they assailed his house both behind and before, and the house broken up. He and his within the house defended themselves a long space, and slew and hurt many without; but finally he could not endure, for three parts of the men of the town were at that assault. When Jaques saw that he was so sore oppressed, he came to a window with great humility bare-headed, and said with fair language: `Good people, what aileth you? Why be you so sore troubled against me? In what manner have I displeased you ? Shew me, and I shall make you amends at your pleasures.' Then such as heard him answered all with one voice : 'We will have account made of the great treasure of Flanders, that ye have sent out of the way without any title of reason.' Then Jaques answered meekly and said : `Certainly, sirs, of the treasure of Flanders I never took nothing: withdraw yourselves patiently into your houses and come again to-morrow in the morning, and I shall make you so good account, that of reason ye shall be content.' Then all they answered and said: `Nay, we will have account made incontinent ; ye shall not scape us so : we know for truth that ye have sent great riches into England without our knowledge wherefore ye shall die.' When he heard that word, he joined his hands together, and sore weeping said : `Sirs, such as I am ye have made me, and ye have sworn to me or this to defend me against all persons, and now ye would slay me without reason. Ye may do it an ye will, for I am but one man among you all. For God's sake take better advice, and remember the time past, and consider the great graces and courtesies that I have done to you : ye would now render to me a small reward for the great goodness that I have done to you and to your town in time past. Ye know right well, merchandise was nigh lost in all this country, and by my means it is recovered : also I have governed you in great peace and rest, for in the time of my governing ye have had all things as ye would wish, corn, riches, and all other merchandise.' Then they all cried with one voice: `Come clown to us, and preach not so high, and give us account of the great treasure of Flanders that ye have governed so long without any account making, the which pertaineth not to an officer to do, as to receive the goods of his lord or of a country without account.' When Jaques saw that he could not appease them, he drew in his head and closed his window, and so thought to steal out on the back side into a church that joined to his house: but his house was so broken, that four hundred persons were entered into his house ; and finally there he was taken and slain without mercy, and one Thomas Denis gave him his deathstroke. Thus Jaques d'Arteveld ended his days, who had been a great master in Flanders. Poor men first mounteth up and unhappy men slayeth them at the end.' These tidings anon spread abroad the country : some were sorry thereof and some were glad. In this season the earl Louis of Flanders w



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