A Gallant of Lorraine; vol. 1 of 2: François, Seigneur de Bassompierre, Marquis d'Haronel, Maréchal de France, 1579-1646Williams, H. Noel (Hugh Noel)
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A Gallant of Lorraine; vol. 1 of 2: François, Seigneur de Bassompierre, Marquis d'Haronel, Maréchal de France, 1579-1646
Williams, H. Noel (Hugh Noel)
Bassompierre, François de, 1579-1646; France -- Court and courtiers; France -- History -- Bourbons, 1589-1789
“The King, the Constable, and all the chief personages of the Court
stood around, many weeping, as they thought that I should not live
an hour. Nevertheless, I did not appear cast down, nor did I think
I should die. Many ladies were there and helped to dress my wound,
and, as I insisted on returning to my lodging, the Queen sent me
the chair in which she was carried about, for she was then
pregnant. The people followed me with many marks of sorrow. When I
arrived at my lodging, I lost my sight, which made me think I was
very ill, so that they made me confess and bled me at the same
time. Yet I did not believe I should die, and laughed all the time.
“So soon as I received my wound, the King ordered the tournament to
stop, and never permitted one afterwards. This was the only one in
open field which had taken place in France for one hundred years,
and they were never renewed.”
Youth and a splendid constitution saved him, and the attentions he
received from the ladies of the Court appear to have consoled him for
the pain which he had to endure:
“I cannot say how much I was visited during my illness, and
particularly by ladies. All the princesses were there, and the
Queen sent on three occasions her maids-of-honour, who were brought
by Mlle. de Guise to pass whole afternoons. This lady, who
considered herself obliged to assist in nursing me, as it was her
brother who had given me my wound, was there most of the time. My
sister, Madame de Saint-Luc, who, so long as I was in danger,
always slept at the foot of my bed, received the ladies, and, with
the exception of the day after I was wounded, the King came every
afternoon to see me, and partly also to see my pretty companions.”
After being obliged to keep his bed for about a fortnight, he was
allowed to get up and take the air in a chair, an object of sympathetic
interest to all the ladies of the Court and town. His wound healed
rapidly, and by Easter, though still somewhat lame, he felt sufficiently
recovered to challenge the Marquis de Cœuvres, brother of Gabrielle
d’Estrées, to a duel.
CHAPTER VII
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