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Look, master, hand horses original: "chevaux de main"; led horses for the master's use are arriving; and we come to ask you in which stable we must lodge them.
Good heavens! In the one I had prepared; there is no doubt that these are already part of the Princess's retinue.
It is not her name, however, that I read on the horse blankets.
And what name was there?
That of the traveler to whom they belong.
Well then, imbecile! Who is the traveler to whom they belong?
Jean de Paris (he exits).
Jean de Paris!
Yes; since he often takes the fancy to travel the side roads on foot with me, he sends his horses ahead.
His horses! (to Olivier) Put your hat back on, my little friend; put it on. . . . . Could you