Adventure stories; France -- History -- Louis XI, 1461-1483 -- Fiction; Paris (France) -- Fiction
There was a brief silence, to allow, no doubt, for a collecting of
thoughts. Where a man is accustomed to have prayers put into his mouth
it is not always easy to draw them fresh from the heart upon an
emergency. But at last the soft voice broke into a murmur.
"Forasmuch, oh holy Saint Eutropius, as it has pleased thee to put into
the heart of thy faithful servant purposes of blessed peace, grant, we
humbly beseech thee, that the consummation he seeks may richly abound
to--to--"
"The greatness of France," interrupted Louis in a loud voice; "make
haste to the end."
"The greatness of France," went on the soft voice submissively, "and
the furtherance of the Lord's eternal Kingdom. Grant, also, we pray
thee, that upon the King, thy servant, may descend with great power
refreshment and strength to body and soul----"
"There, there," said Louis, rising heavily to his feet, "cut it short
at the body and leave the soul for another time. It is not well to
importune the blessed saint by too many requests at once. The body
will do for to-day." And once more taking Monseigneur's arm, he
shuffled back to his seat.
CHAPTER XVI
A MISSION OF PEACE
"Now that we have the blessing of God we may go on," said Louis, biting
his fingernails so closely that the beginnings of what he had next to
say were mumbled through a hand upon his mouth. As words they were
smooth enough, but when I remembered the King's reply to Monseigneur
upon the very altar step the threat behind the flattery could not be
ignored. "I am going to trust you, Monsieur de Helville, even as I
trust the worthy priest who serves me and the Church at the altar
behind us. It is enough for common men that they look no farther than
to-morrow or next year, but nations live by generations, and we who
think for France must think in tens of years. We have prayed for
peace, but through a little seven years' child in Navarre there is a
menace." He paused, slipping a level hand up to shroud his eyes, and
watched me keenly. But this time Monsieur de Commines' lesson had been
better learned and I made no reply. My wisdom was to let the King's
meaning unfold itself beyond doubt. Apparently I stood the test to his
satisfaction, for he went on, suavely--
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