The Constable De BourbonAinsworth, William Harrison
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The Constable De Bourbon
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Bourbon, Charles, duc de, 1490-1527 -- Fiction
After the lapse of a few minutes Bonnivet reappeared, accompanied by the
two strangers, both of whom were men of middle age, grave deportment,
and plain attire, and presented them to the king as Messieurs Pierre
Cépède and Jean Bègue, deputies from Marseilles.
“I have not waited for permission to bring these brave and loyal
citizens before your majesty,” said Bonnivet, “because I felt certain
you would grant them an immediate audience.”
“You did right,” rejoined François. “Rise, messieurs,” he added to the
kneeling deputies. “You are welcome. You must have run great risk in
coming hither. How did you contrive to elude the vigilance of the foe?”
“Heaven has aided us, sire,” replied Pierre Cépède. “All the approaches
to the city, on the land side, are so strictly guarded, that certain
destruction would have attended any attempt at exit in that direction.
We were, therefore, compelled to pass out at the port; and not without
much difficulty and danger reached the mouth of the Rhône. We came up
the river to Arles, and thence, with as little delay as possible, to
this city.”
“You have done well,” replied François, approvingly. “What tidings do
you bring me of my faithful city of Marseilles?”
“The city still holds out, sire,” said Pierre Cépède; “and its defences
have been so greatly strengthened, that no uneasiness whatever was
felt by the commanders until the enemy obtained possession of the heavy
artillery from Toulon.”
“Ha!” exclaimed François, surprised and angry. “How is this? I did not
know that Toulon had fallen.”
“The news only arrived this morning, sire,” interposed Bonnivet. “I was
unwilling to trouble your majesty by mentioning it.”
“It should not have been kept from me for a single moment,” cried the
king, sharply. “By Saint Denis! this is a great disaster. Where was
my fleet at the time? How came La Fayette and Doria to let Toulon be
taken?”
“Sire, they could not leave the port of Marseilles,” returned Jean
Bègue. “The fall of Toulon is a heavy blow, but the fall of Marseilles
would be still heavier. Listen to the prayers of the citizens, sire, and
come to their relief. You do not know what exertions they have made for
the defence of the city--what heroism they have displayed. No sacrifices
have been too great. Our noblest and fairest dames have formed
themselves into bands, and have worked at the trenches like pioneers.
Oh, madame!” he continued, addressing Diane, “if you could only behold
what they have done, you would be filled with admiration. For three days
and three nights they laboured incessantly. We are proud of our women,
madame.”
“And with good reason,” rejoined Diane. “Oh, sire! you must fly to
the rescue of this devoted city. You will ever reproach yourself if it
should fall.”
Both the deputies looked gratefully at her as these words were uttered.
“Is there immediate danger, messieurs?” demanded the king.
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