"Yes, break off the coronation," said the king. "Let me hear no more about it. I shall have my mind at rest from divers fancies which certain warnings have put into it. To hide nothing from you, I have been told that I was to be killed at the first grand ceremony I should undertake, and that I should die in a carriage." "You never told me that, sir," answered Sully. "I have often been astounded to hear you cry out when in a carriage, as if you had dreaded this petty peril, after having so many times seen you amidst cannon-balls, musketry, lance-thrusts, pike-thrusts, and sword-thrusts, without being a bit afraid. Since your mind is so exercised thereby, if I were you, I would go away to-morrow, let the coronation take place without you, or put it off to another time, and not enter Paris for a long time, or in a carriage. If you please, I will send word to Notre Dame and St. Denys to stop everything and to withdraw the workmen." "I am very much inclined," said the king; "but what will my wife say? She has gotten this coronation marvellously into her head." "She may say what she likes," rejoined Sully. "But I cannot think that, when she knows your opinion about it, she will persist any longer." He did not know Mary de' Medici. She did persist strongly and offensively. For three days the matter was disputed, with high words on both sides. In the end, Henry, weary of the contention, and finding it impossible to convince or silence his obstinate wife, gave way, and the laborers were again set to work to prepare for the coronation. Despite his presentiments Henry remained in Paris, and gave orders for the immediate performance of the ceremony, as if he were anxious to have done with it, and to pass the crisis in his life which he feared. The coronation was proclaimed on the 12th of May, 1610. It took place on the 13th, at St. Denys. The tragical event which he had dreaded did not take place. He breathed easier. On the next day, the 14th, he took it in mind to go to the arsenal to see Sully, who was ill. Yet the same indecision and fear seemed to possess him. He stirred about in an unquiet and irresolute mood, saying several times to the queen, "My dear, shall I go or not?" He went so far as to leave the room two or three times, but each time returned, in the same doubt. "My dear, shall I really go?" he said to the queen; and then, making up his mind, he kissed her several times and bade her adieu. "I shall only go there and back," he said; "I shall be here again almost directly." On reaching his carriage, M. de Praslin, the captain of his guard, proposed to attend him, but he would not permit it, saying,-- "Get you gone; I want nobody; go about your business." Yet that morning, in a conversation with Guise and Bassompierre, he had spoken as if he dreaded quickly coming death.