Clotilde, kept them with her at Paris; and “their uncle Childebert (king of Paris), seeing that his mother bestowed all her affection upon the sons of Clodomir, grew jealous; so, fearing that by her favor they would get a share in the kingdom, he sent secretly to his brother Clotaire (king of Soissons), saying, ’Our mother keepeth by her the sons of our brother, and willeth to give them the kingdom of their father.  Thou must needs, therefore, cone speedily to Paris, and we must take counsel together as to what shall be done with them; whether they shall be shorn and reduced to the condition of commoners, or slain and leave their kingdom to be shared equally between us.’  Clotaire, overcome with joy at these words, came to Paris.  Childebert had already spread abroad amongst the people that the two kings were to join in raising the young children to the throne.  The two kings then sent a message to the queen, who at that time dwelt in the same city, saying, ’Send thou the children to us, that we may place them on the throne.’  Clotilde, full of joy, and unwitting of their craft, set meat and drink before the children, and then sent them away, saying, ’I shall seem not to have lost my son if I see ye succeed him in his kingdom.’  The young princes were immediately seized, and parted from their servants and governors; and the servants and the children were kept in separate places.  Then Childebert and Clotaire sent to the queen their confidant Arcadius (one of the Arvernian senators), with a pair of shears and a naked sword.  When he came to Clotilde, he showed her what he bare with him, and said to her, ’Most glorious queen, thy sons, our masters, desire to know thy will touching these children:  wilt thou that they live with shorn hair or that they be put to death?’ Clotilde, astounded at this address, and overcome with indignation, answered at hazard, amidst the grief that overwhelmed her, and not knowing what she would say, ’If they be not set upon the throne I would rather know that they were dead than shorn.’  But Areadius, caring little for her despair or for what she might decide after more reflection, returned in haste to the two kings, and said, ’Finish ye your work, for the queen, favoring your plans, willeth that ye accomplish them.’  Forthwith Clotaire taketh the eldest by the arm, dasheth him upon the ground, and slayeth him without mercy with the thrust of a hunting-knife beneath the arm-pit.  At the cries raised by the child, his brother casteth himself at the feet of Childebert, and clinging to his knees, saith amidst his sobs, ’Aid me, good father, that I die not like my brother.’  Childebert, his visage bathed in tears, saith to Clotaire, ’Dear brother, I crave thy mercy for his life; I will give thee whatsoever thou wilt as the price of his soul; I pray thee, slay him not.’  Then Clotaire, with menacing and furious mien, crieth out aloud, ’Thrust him away, or thou diest in his stead:  thou, the instigator of all this work, art thou, then, so quick