When Diana recovered herself, she and Remy, without exchanging a single word, continued their route toward Chateau-Thierry. CHAPTER LXXVII. HOW KING HENRI III. DID NOT INVITE CRILLON TO BREAKFAST, AND HOW CHICOT INVITED HIMSELF. The day after the events that we have just related had taken place in the forest of La Fere, the king of France left his bath at about nine in the morning. His valet-de-chambre, after having rolled him in a blanket of fine wool, and sponged him with that thick Persian wadding which looks like the fleece of a sheep, had given him over to the barbers and dressers, who in their turn gave place to the perfumers and courtiers. When these last were gone, the king sent for his maitre d'hotel, and ordered something more than his ordinary bouillon, as he felt hungry that morning. This good news spread joy throughout the Louvre, and the smell of the viands was already beginning to be perceptible, when Crillon, colonel of the French guards, entered to take his majesty's orders. "Ma foi, my good Crillon," said the king, "watch as you please over my safety, but do not force me to play the king. I am quite joyful and gay this morning, and feel as if I weighed but an ounce, and could fly away. I am hungry, Crillon; do you understand that, my friend?" "I understand it very well, sire, for I am very hungry myself." "Oh! you, Crillon," said the king, laughing, "are always hungry." "Not always, sire; your majesty exaggerates--only three times a day." "And I about once a year, when I receive good news." "Harnibleu! it appears that you have received good news, sire? So much the better, for they become every day more rare." "Not at all, Crillon; but you know the proverb." "Ah! yes--'no news are good news.' I do not trust to proverbs, and above all to that one. You have no news from Navarre, then?" "None--a proof that there is nothing to tell." "And from Flanders?" "Nothing." "A proof that they are fighting. And from Paris?" "Nothing." "A proof that they are plotting." "But, Crillon, I believe I am going to have a child, for the queen dreamed so last night." "Well! I am happy to hear that your majesty is hungry this morning. Adieu, sire." "Go, my good Crillon." "Harnibleu! sire, since your majesty is so hungry, you ought to invite me to breakfast with you." "Why so, Crillon?" "Because they say your majesty lives on air, and the air of the times is very bad. Now I should have been happy to be able to say, 'These are all pure calumnies; the king eats like every one else.'" "No, Crillon, no; let me believe as they do. I do not wish to eat like a simple mortal. Remember this, Crillon--a king ought always to remain poetical, and only show himself in a noble position. Thus, for example, do you remember Alexander?" "What Alexander?"