Near the town of Alencon there lived a gentleman called the Lord of La
Tireliere, who one morning came from his house to the town afoot, both
because the distance was not great and because it was freezing hard. (1)
When he had done his business, he sought out a crony of his, an advocate
named Anthony Bachere, and, after speaking with him of his affairs, he
told him that he should much like to meet with a good breakfast, but at
somebody else's expense. While thus discussing, they sat themselves down
in front of an apothecary's shop, where there was a varlet who listened
to them, and who forthwith resolved to give them their breakfast.
1 The phraseology of this story varies considerably in the
different MSS. of the _Heptameron_. In No. 1520, for
instance, the tale begins as follows: "In the town of
Alencon, in the time of the last Duke Charles, there was an
advocate, a merry companion, fond of breakfasting o'
mornings. One day, whilst he sat at his door, he saw pass a
gentleman called the Lord of La Tilleriere, who, by reason
of the extreme cold, had come on foot from his house to the
town in order to attend to certain business there, and in
doing so had not forgotten to put on his great robe, lined
with fox-skin.
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