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France, and if the king could have got him in his ire, he would have served him as he did sir Oliver of Clisson, who was beheaded the year before at Paris. This sir Godfrey had some friends, who gave him warning secretly how the king was displeased with him. Then he avoided the realm as soon as he might, and went into Brabant to the duke there, who was his cousin, who received him joyfully. And there he tarried a long space and lived of such revenues as he had in Brabant; for out of France he could get nothing: the king had seized all his lands there of Cotentin, and took the profit thereof himself. The duke of Brabant could in no wise get again this knight into the king's favour, for nothing that he could do. This displeasure cost greatly the realm of France after, and specially the country of Normandy; for the tokens thereof remained a hundred year after, as ye shall hear in this history.


Of the death of Jaques d'Arteveld of Gaunt.

IN this season reigned in Flanders in great prosperity and puissance Jaques d'Arteveld of Gaunt, who was as great with the king o� England as he would desire: and he had promised the king to make him lord and heritor of Flanders, and to endow his son the prince of Wales therewith, and to make the county of Flanders a dukedom. For the which cause about the feast of Saint John Baptist, the year of our Lord God MCCCXLV., the king of England was come to Sluys with many lords and knights, and had brought thither with him the young prince his son, on the trust of the promise of Jaques d'Arteveld. The king with all his navy lay in the haven of Sluys, and there he kept his house, and thither came to visit him his friends of Flanders. There were great councils between the king and Jaques d Arteveld on the one party and the counsels of the good towns of Flanders on the other party; so that they of the country were not of the agreement with the king nor with Jaques d'Arteveld, who preached to them that they should disherit the earl Louis their own natural lord, and also his young son Louis, and to enherit the son of the king of England ; the which thing they said surely they would never agree unto. And so the last day of their council, the which was kept in the haven of Sluys in the king's great ship, called the Katherine, there they gave a final answer by common accord, and said ` Sir, ye have desired us to a thing that is great and weighty, the which hereafter may sore touch the country of Flanders and our heirs. Truly we know not at this day no person in the world that we love the preferment of so much as we do yours ; but, sir, this thing we cannot do alone, without that all the commonalty of Flanders accord to the same. Sir, we shall go home, and every man speak with his company generally in every town, and as the most part agree, we shall be content : and within a month we shall be here with you again and then give you a full answer, so that ye shall be content.' The king nor Jaques d'Arteveld could as then have none other answer: they would fain have had a short day, but it would not be. So thus departed that council, and every man went home to their own towns. Jaques d'Arteveld tarried a little season with the king, and still he promised the king to bring them to his intent ; but he was deceived, for as soon as he came to Gaunt, he went no more out again. For such of Gaunt as had been at Sluys at the council there, when they were returned to Gaunt, or Jaques d'Arteveld was come into the town, great and small they assembled in the market-place; and there it was openly shewed what request the king of England had made to them by the setting on of Jaques d'Arteveld. Then every man began to murmur against Jaques, for that request pleased them nothing, and said that by the grace of God there should no such untruth be found in them, as willingly to disherit their natural lord and his issue, to enherit a stranger: and so they all departed from the market-place not content with Jaques d'Arteveld. Now behold and see what fortune fell. If he had been as welcome to Gaunt as he was

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