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occupied, full of anxiety, still watching Saint-Aignan's return, who had
sent out the servants in every direction, to make inquires, and who had
also gone himself, the hour of nine struck, and the king forthwith passed
into his large cabinet.

As the clock was striking nine the ambassadors entered, and as it
finished, the two queens and Madame made their appearance.  There were
three ambassadors from Holland, and two from Spain.  The king glanced at
them, and then bowed; and, at the same moment, Saint-Aignan entered, - an
entrance which the king regarded as far more important, in a different
sense, however, than that of ambassadors, however numerous they might be,
and from whatever country they came; and so, setting everything aside,
the king made a sign of interrogation to Saint-Aignan, which the latter
answered by a most decisive negative.  The king almost entirely lost his
courage; but as the queens, the members of the nobility who were present,
and the ambassadors, had their eyes fixed upon him, he overcame his
emotion by a violent effort, and invited the latter to speak.  Whereupon
one of the Spanish deputies made a long oration, in which he boasted the
advantages which the Spanish alliance would offer.

The king interrupted him, saying, "Monsieur, I trust that whatever is
best for France must be exceedingly advantageous for Spain."

This remark, and particularly the peremptory tone in which it was
pronounced, made the ambassadors pale, and brought the color into the
cheeks of the two queens, who, being Spanish, felt wounded in their pride
of relationship and nationality by this reply.

The Dutch ambassador then began to address himself to the king, and
complained of the injurious suspicions which the king exhibited against
the government of his country.

The king interrupted him, saying, "It is very singular, monsieur, that
you should come with any complaint, when it is I rather who have reason
to be dissatisfied; and yet, you see, I do not complain."

"Complain, sire, and in what respect?"

The king smiled bitterly.  "Will you blame me, monsieur," he said, "if I
should happen to entertain suspicions against a government which
authorizes and protects international impertinence?"


"I tell you," resumed the king, exciting himself by a recollection of his
own personal annoyance, rather than from political grounds, "that Holland
is a land of refuge for all who hate me, and especially for all who
malign me."

"Oh, sire!"

"You wish for proofs, perhaps?  Very good; they can be had easily
enough.  Whence proceed all those vile and insolent pamphlets which
represent me as a monarch without glory and without authority? your
printing-presses groan under their number.  If my secretaries were here,
I would mention the titles of the works as well as the names of the

"Sire," replied the ambassador, "a pamphlet can hardly be regarded as the
work of a whole nation.  Is it just, is it reasonable, that a great and
powerful monarch like your majesty should render a whole nation
responsible for the crime of a few madmen, who are, perhaps, only
scribbling in a garret for a few sous to buy bread for their family?"

"That may be the case, I admit.  But when the mint itself, at Amsterdam,
strikes off medals which reflect disgrace upon me, is that also the crime
of a few madmen?"

"Medals!" stammered out the ambassador.

"Medals," repeated the king, looking at Colbert.

"Your majesty," the ambassador ventured, "should be quite sure - "

The king still looked at Colbert; but Colbert appeared not to understand
him, and maintained an unbroken silence, notwithstanding the king's
repeated hints.  D'Artagnan then approached the king, and taking a piece
of money out of his pocket, he placed it in the king's hands, saying,
"_This_ is the medal your majesty alludes to."

The king looked at it, and with a look which, ever since he had become
his own master, was ever piercing as the eagle's, observed an insulting
device representing Holland arresting the progress of the sun, with this
inscription: "_In conspectu meo stetit sol_."

"In my presence the sun stands still," exclaimed the king, furiously.
"Ah! you will hardly deny it now, I suppose."

"And the sun," said D'Artagnan, "is this," as he pointed to the panels of
the cabinet, where the sun was brilliantly represented in every direction,
with this motto, "_Nec pluribus impar_." (7)

Louis's anger, increased by the bitterness of his own personal
sufferings, hardly required this additional circumstance to foment it.
Every one saw, from the kindling passion in the king's eyes, that an
explosion was imminent.  A look from Colbert kept postponed the bursting
of the storm.  The ambassador ventured to frame excuses by saying that
the vanity of nations was a matter of little consequence; that Holland
was proud that, with such limited resources, she had maintained her rank
as a great nation, even against powerful monarchs, and that if a little
smoke had intoxicated his countrymen, the king would be kindly disposed,
and would even excuse this intoxication.  The king seemed as if he would
be glad of some suggestion; he looked at Colbert, who remained
impassible; then at D'Artagnan, who simply shrugged his shoulders, a
movement which was like the opening of the flood-gates, whereby the
king's anger, which he had restrained for so long a period, now burst
forth.  As no one knew what direction his anger might take, all preserved
a dead silence.  The second ambassador took advantage of it to begin his
excuses also.  While he was speaking, and while the king, who had again
gradually returned to his own personal reflections, was automatically
listening to the voice, full of nervous anxiety, with the air of an
absent man listening to the murmuring of a cascade, D'Artagnan, on whose
left hand Saint-Aignan was standing, approached the latter, and, in a
voice which was loud enough to reach the king's ears, said: "Have you
heard the news?"

"What news?" said Saint-Aignan.

"About La Valliere."

The king started, and advanced his head.

"What has happened to La Valliere?" inquired Saint-Aignan, in a tone
which can easily be imagined.

"Ah! poor girl! she is going to take the veil."

"The veil!" exclaimed Saint-Aignan.

"The veil!" cried the king, in the midst of the ambassador's discourse;
but then, mindful of the rules of etiquette, he mastered himself, still
listening, however, with rapt attention.

"What order?" inquired Saint-Aignan.

"The Carmelites of Chaillot."

"Who the deuce told you that?"

"She did herself."

"You have seen her, then?"

"Nay, I even went with her to the Carmelites."

The king did not lose a syllable of this conversation; and again he could
hardly control his feelings.

"But what was the cause of her flight?" inquired Saint-Aignan.

"Because the poor girl was driven away from the court yesterday," replied

He had no sooner said this, than the king, with an authoritative gesture,
said to the ambassador, "Enough, monsieur, enough."  Then, advancing
towards the captain, he exclaimed:

"Who says Mademoiselle de la Valliere is going to take the religious

"M. d'Artagnan," answered the favorite.

"Is it true what you say?" said the king, turning towards the musketeer.

"As true as truth itself."

The king clenched his hands, and turned pale.

"You have something further to add, M. d'Artagnan?" he said.

"I know nothing more, sire."

"You added that Mademoiselle de la Valliere had been driven away from the

"Yes, sire."

"Is that true, also?"

"Ascertain for yourself, sire."

"And from whom?"

"Ah!" sighed D'Artagnan, like a man who is declining to say anything

The king almost bounded from his seat, regardless of ambassadors,
ministers, courtiers, queens, and politics.  The queen-mother rose; she
had heard everything, or, if she had not heard everything, she had
guessed it.  Madame, almost fainting from anger and fear, endeavored to
rise as the queen-mother had done; but she sank down again upon her
chair, which by an instinctive movement she made roll back a few paces.

"Gentlemen," said the king, "the audience is over; I will communicate my
answer, or rather my will, to Spain and to Holland;" and with a proud,
imperious gesture, he dismissed the ambassadors.

"Take care, my son," said the queen-mother, indignantly, "you are hardly
master of yourself, I think."

"Ah! madame," returned the young lion, with a terrible gesture, "if I am
not mater of myself, I will be, I promise you, of those who do me a
deadly injury; come with me, M. d'Artagnan, come."  And he quitted the
room in the midst of general stupefaction and dismay.  The king hastily
descended the staircase, and was about to cross the courtyard.

"Sire," said D'Artagnan, "your majesty mistakes the way."

"No; I am going to the stables."

"That is useless, sire, for I have horses ready for your majesty."

The king's only answer was a look, but this look promised more than the
ambition of three D'Artagnans could have dared to hope.

Chapter XXIX:

Although they had not been summoned, Manicamp and Malicorne had followed
the king and D'Artagnan.  They were both exceedingly intelligent men;
except that Malicorne was too precipitate, owing to ambition, while
Manicamp was frequently too tardy, owing to indolence.  On this occasion,
however, they arrived at precisely the proper moment.  Five horses were
in readiness.  Two were seized upon by the king and D'Artagnan, two
others by Manicamp and Malicorne, while a groom belonging to the stables
mounted the fifth.  The cavalcade set off at a gallop.  D'Artagnan had
been very careful in his selection of the horses; they were the very
animals for distressed lovers - horses which did not simply run, but
flew.  Within ten minutes after their departure, the cavalcade, amidst a
cloud of dust, arrived at Chaillot.  The king literally threw himself off
his horse; but notwithstanding the rapidity with which he accomplished
this maneuver, he found D'Artagnan already holding his stirrup.  With a

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