Having made confession of all this to the King, his Majesty set him free, granting him, moreover, complete liberty as regarded the execution of his enterprise.

A few days afterwards he begged to have the honour of presenting to his Majesty some of the objects which he had collected during his researches.  I was present, and the following are the funereal curiosities which he showed us: 

Having broken open a tomb, he had extracted therefrom a large alabaster vase, which still contained the ashes of the deceased.  Next this urn, carefully sealed up, there was another vase, containing three gold rings adorned with precious stones, two gold spurs, the bit of a battle-horse, very slightly rusted, and chased with silver and gold, a sort of seal with rough coat-of-arms, a necklace of large and very choice pearls, a stylet or pencil for calligraphy, and a hundred gold and silver coins bearing the effigy of Domitian, a very wicked emperor, who reigned over Rome and over Gaul in those days.

When the King had amused himself with examining these trinkets, he turned to the antiquary and said, “Is that all, sir?  Why, where is Charon’s flask of wine?”

“Here, your Majesty,” replied the old man, producing a small flask.  “See, the wine has become quite clear.”

With great difficulty the flask was opened; the wine it contained was pale and odourless, but by those bold enough to taste it, was pronounced delicious.

When overturning the urn in order to empty out the ashes and bury them, they noticed an inscription, which the King instantly translated.  It ran thus: 

“May the gods who guard tombs punish him who breaks open this mausoleum.  The troubles and misfortunes of Aurelius Silvius have been cruel enough during his lifetime; in this tomb at least let him have peace.”

The worthy antiquary offered me his pearl necklace and one of the antique rings, but I refused these with a look of horror.  He sold the coins to the King, and informed us that his various excavations and researches had brought him in about one hundred thousand livres up to the present time.

The King said to him playfully, “Mind what you are about, monsieur; that sentence which I translated for you is not of a very, reassuring nature.”

“Yet it will not serve to hinder me in my scientific researches,” replied the savant.  “Charon, who by now must be quite a rich man, evidently disdains all such petty hidden treasures as these.  To me they are most useful.”

Next time we passed through Tournai, I made inquiries as to this miser, and afterwards informed the King.  It appears that he was surprised by robbers when despoiling one of these tombs.  After robbing him of all that he possessed, they buried him alive in the very, grave where he was digging, so as to save expense.  What a dismal sort of science!  What a life, and what a death!

CHAPTER LIII.