Froissart's description of the table is simple enough, but he develops into melodrama when he describes how the count killed his own son on the same night--a tragic ending indeed to a brilliant banquet. "'Ha! traitor,' the Comte said in the _patois_, as he entered his sleeping son's chamber; 'why do you not sup with us? He is surely a traitor who will not join at table.' And with a swift, but gentle drawing of his _coutel_ (knife) across his successor's throat he calmly went back to supper." Truly, there were high doings when knights were bold and barons held their sway. They could combat successfully everything but treachery; but the mere suspicion of that prompted them to take time by the forelock and become traitors themselves.
Foix has a fête on the eighth and ninth of September each year, which is the delight of all the people of the country round about. Its chief centre is the Allées de Vilote, a great tree-shaded promenade at the base of the château. It is brilliantly lively in the daytime, and fairy-like at night, with its trees all hung with great globes of light.
A grand ball is the chief event, and the "Quadrille Officiel" is opened with the maire and the préfet at the head. After this comes _la fête générale_, when the happy southrons know no limit to their gaieties. There are three great shaded promenades, and in each is a ball with its attendant music. It is a pandemonium; and one has to be habituated to distinguish the notes of one blaring band from the others. The central park is reserved for the country folk, that on the left for the town folk, and that on the right for the nobility. This, at any rate, was the disposition in times past, and some sort of distinction is still made.
In suburban Foix, out on the road to Pamiers, is the little village of St. Jean-de-Vergues. It has a history, of course, but not much else. It is a mere spot on the map, a mere cluster of houses on the _Grande Route_ and nothing more. In the days of the Comte Roger-Bernard, however, when he would treat with the king of France, and showed his willingness to become a vassal, its inhabitants held out beyond all others for an "_indépendance comtale_." They didn't get it, to be sure, but with the arrival of Henri Quatre on the throne of France, the vassalage became more friendly than enforced.