From the Memoirs of a Minister of FranceWeyman, Stanley John
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From the Memoirs of a Minister of France
Weyman, Stanley John
Biographical fiction; France -- Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Henry IV, King of France, 1553-1610 -- Fiction
But I declined to be present; partly on the ground that if I were there
the queen might suspect me of inspiring the man, and partly because I
thought that the rogue would entertain a more confident hope of pardon,
and be more likely to confess, if he saw the King alone. I contrived
to keep Sillery also; and Henry giving the word, as he mounted the
steps, that he should be back presently, the whole Court remained in a
state of suspense, aware that something was in progress but in doubt
what, and unable to decide whether I were again in favour or now on my
trial.
Sillery remained talking to me, principally on English matters, until
the dinner hour; which came and went, neglected by all. At length,
when the curiosity of the mass of courtiers, who did not dare to
interrupt us, had been raised by delay to an almost intolerable pitch,
the King returned, with signs of disorder in his bearing; and, crossing
the terrace in half a dozen strides, drew me hastily, along with
Sillery, into the grove of white mulberry trees. There we were no
sooner hidden in part, though not completely, than he threw his arms
about me and embraced me with the warmest expressions. "Ah, my
friend," he said, putting me from him at last, "what shall I say to
you?"
"The queen is satisfied, sire?"
"Perfectly; and desires to be commended to you."
"He confessed, then?"
Henry nodded, with a look in his face that I did not understand. "Yes,"
he said, "fully. It was as you thought, my friend. God have mercy
upon him!"
I started. "What?" I said. "Has he--"
The King nodded, and could not repress a shudder. "Yes," he said; "but
not, thank Heaven, until he had left the closet. He had something
about him."
Sillery began anxiously to clear himself; but the King, with his usual
good nature, stopped him, and bade us all go and dine, saying that we
must be famished. He ended by directing me to be back in an hour,
since his own appetite was spoiled. "And bring with you all your
patience," he added, "for I have a hundred questions to ask you. We
will walk towards Avon, and I will show you the surprise which I am
preparing for the queen."
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