"In what way, Blanche, have I profited by that odious crime? Does not the son of Lothaire reign to-day? When my ancestors, the Counts of Paris, aspired at the crown they did not assassinate the kings, they dethroned them. Thus Eudes dethroned Charles the Fat, and Rothbert, Charles the Simple. A transmission of crowns is easy." "All of which did not prevent Charles the Simple, the nephew of Charles the Fat from re-ascending the throne, the same as Louis Outer-mer, the son of Charles the Simple, also resumed his crown. On the other hand, King Lothaire, who was poisoned last year, will never reign again. Whence we see, it is better to kill the kings than to dethrone them ... if one wishes to reign in their stead. Not so, Count of Paris?" "Yes, provided one does not care for the excommunications of the bishops, nor for the eternal flames." "Hugh, if perchance my husband, although young, should die?... That might happen." "The will of the Lord is all-powerful," answered Hugh with a contrite air. "There be those who to-day are full of life and youth, and to-morrow are corpses and dust! The designs of God are impenetrable." "So that if perchance the King, my husband, should die," rejoined Blanche, without taking her eyes from the face of the Count of Paris, "in short, if some day or other I become a widow--your scruples will then cease ... my love will no longer be adulterous, would it, Hugh?" "No, you would then be free." "And will you remain faithful to what you have just said ... 'Blanche, I swear to God by the salvation of my soul, if you should become a widow I shall separate from my wife Adelaide of Poitiers, and I shall marry you with a pure and holy joy.' ... Will you be faithful to that oath?" "Blanche, I repeat it," answered Hugh the Capet avoiding the Queen's eyes that remained obstinately fixed upon him. "I swear to God by the salvation of my soul, if you become a widow I shall demand of the Pope permission to divorce Adelaide of Poitiers, and I shall marry you. Our love will then have ceased to be criminal." An interval of silence again followed the words of the Count of Paris, whereupon Blanche resumed slowly: "Hugh, there are strange and sudden deaths." "Indeed, strange and sudden deaths have been seen in royal families." "None is safe from accident. Neither princes nor subjects." "Only the will of heaven disposes of our fates. We must bow before the decrees of God." "My husband, Louis, the Do-nothing, is, like all other people, subject to death and the decrees of Providence." "Indeed, kings as well as subjects." "It may then happen, although he is now barely twenty, that he die suddenly ... within a year ... within six months ... to-morrow ... to-day...." "Man's end is death." "Should that misfortune arrive," the Queen proceeded after a pause, "there is one thing that alarms me, Hugh, and on which I desire your advice." "What, my dear Blanche?"