human
Well, Master Populus, what do you think? he proceeded, smiling, after, pausing a moment.
gpt
Do you wish to continue the holding of the keys of heaven and earth? If so you must do it on _my_ terms. And _my_ terms are these--no more lying, no more false accounts, no more stealing from my poor, no more liberties taken with the property and people in your charge. Do you agree?
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
Another thing. Are you willing to choose my intendancy at a fair profit rather than election to the States-General and glory?
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
Well, then, Monsieur Intendant, we can proceed to business. How much grain have I in the granaries? I have the books here.
human
About four thousand bushels of wheat.
gpt
In the book are entered two thousand.
human
That is my mistake, sir.
gpt
And of barley how much?
human
Seven thousand.
gpt
You entered it four here. Another mistake, no doubt. See that there are no such mistakes in future. My instructions to you then, Monsieur Intendant, are to take the whole of this wheat and distribute it among our starving people under the instructions of the parish priests. Superintend this at once.