Suddenly a deep flush of anger suffused his countenance, and a fierce curse burst from his lips.

He threw the paper on the table, and struck it with his clenched fist.

"Are all the devils let loose, then ?" yelled he, in wrath.

"Does sedition blaze so wildly in my land, that we have no longer the power to subdue it?
Here a fanatical heretic on the public street has warned the people not to read that holy book which I myself, like a well-intentioned and provident father and guardian, wrote for my people, and gave it them that they might be edified and exalted thereby.

And this book that felon has shown to the people, and said to them: 'You call that the king's book; and you are right; for it is a wicked book, a work of hell, and the devil is the king's sponsor!' Ah, I see well we must again show our earnest and angry face to this miserable, traitorous rabble, that it may again have faith in the king.