The Infant's Skull; Or, The End of the World. A Tale of the MillenniumSue, Eugène
Philosophy
The Infant's Skull; Or, The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Capetians, 987-1328 -- Fiction
"After all, you are right. It may be another imposture of the tonsured
fraternity. Nor should anything of the sort surprise us when we see
bishops guilty of adultery and poisoning."
"You always come back to those lugubrious thoughts, dear seigneur! Pray
forget those unworthy calumnies regarding your mother.... Just God! Can
a woman be guilty of her husband's murder! Impossible! God would not
permit it!"
"But did I not witness the agony and death of my father! Oh, the effect
of the poison was strange ... terrible!" said the King in somber
meditation. "My father felt his feet growing cold, icy and numb, unable
to support him. By degrees the mortal lethargy invaded his other
members, as if he were being slowly dipped into an ice bath! What a
terrible spectacle that was!"
"There are illnesses so sudden, so strange, my beloved master.... When
such crimes are charged, I am of those who say: 'When I see I believe,
when I do not see I refuse to accept such theories.'"
"Oh, I saw but too much!" cried Louis, and again hiding his face in his
hands he added in a distressful voice: "I know not why these thoughts
should plague me to-day. Oh, God, have pity on me. Remove these fears
from my spirit!"
"Louis, do not weep like that, you tear my heart to pieces. Your sadness
is a wrong done to this beautiful May day. Look out of the window at
that brilliant sun; look at the spring verdure of the forest; listen to
the gay twittering of the birds. Why, all around us, everything in
nature is lovely and joyous; you alone are sad! Come, now, my beautiful
seigneur," added Blanche taking both the hands of the King. "I am going
to draw you out of this dejection that distresses me as much as it does
you.... I am all the gladder at my project, which is intended to please
and amuse you."
"What is your project?"
"I propose to spend the whole day near you. We shall take our morning
meal here. I have issued orders to that effect, my indolent boy. After
that we shall go to mass. We shall then take a long outing in a litter
through the forest. Finally.... But, no, no, the surprise I have in
store for you shall remain a secret. It shall be the price of your
submission."
"What is the surprise about?"
"You will never have spent such a delightful evening.... You whom
everything tires and whom everything is indifferent to ... you will be
charmed by what I have in store for you, my dear husband."
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