France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction
They remembered, likewise, the good feasts of London—-the profusion of
ale and sherry with which the citizens of London paid their friends the
soldiers;—they looked with terror at the black war bread, at the
troubled waters of the Tweed,—too salt for the glass, not enough so for
the pot; and they said to themselves, “Are not the roast meats kept
warm for Monk in London?” From that time nothing was heard of but
desertion in Lambert’s army. The soldiers allowed themselves to be
drawn away by the force of principles, which are, like discipline, the
obligatory tie in everybody constituted for any purpose. Monk defended
the parliament—Lambert attacked it. Monk had no more inclination to
support parliament than Lambert, but he had it inscribed on his
standards, so that all those of the contrary party were reduced to
write upon theirs “Rebellion,” which sounded ill to puritan ears. They
flocked, then, from Lambert to Monk, as sinners flock from Baal to God.
Monk made his calculations, at a thousand desertions a day Lambert had
men enough to last twenty days; but there is in sinking things such a
growth of weight and swiftness, which combine with each other, that a
hundred left the first day, five hundred the second, a thousand the
third. Monk thought he had obtained his rate. But from one thousand the
deserters increased to two thousand, then to four thousand, and, a week
after, Lambert, perceiving that he had no longer the possibility of
accepting battle, if it were offered to him, took the wise resolution
of decamping during the night, returning to London, and being
beforehand with Monk in constructing a power with the wreck of the
military party.
But Monk, free and without uneasiness, marched towards London as a
conqueror, augmenting his army with all the floating parties on his
way. He encamped at Barnet, that is to say, within four leagues of the
capital, cherished by the parliament, which thought it beheld in him a
protector, and awaited by the people, who were anxious to see him
reveal himself, that they might judge him. D’Artagnan himself had not
been able to fathom his tactics; he observed—he admired. Monk could not
enter London with a settled determination without bringing about civil
war. He temporized for a short time.
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