Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"The King is easily deceived by those who choose to flatter him,"
answered the Duke; "but his flattery shall avail him but little. Ah! we
are at the palace, and that daring plebeian has arrived before us. We
shall see with what a sneering and bold glance he will front us in the
presence chamber, if he escapes his weak master's anger at his dilatory
appearance. Let him gaze as he will, every glance shall be repaid by a
drop of his life's blood."
While the Duke was thus venting his rage, the Minister, regardless of
the anger he excited, drove rapidly on past all the other carriages, and
descending at the gate of the palace, hastened to the audience chamber,
to kiss the hand of the sovereign, to whose welfare he was devoted.
As he approached, the King's ear was yet ringing with the tones of the
insidious voices of those who had been striving to blast his reputation;
but the eyes of his slanderers, as if conscious that he knew their vile
intent, sank abashed before his steady and confident gaze.
"Senhor Carvalho is late in paying his respects to us," began the King,
as the Minister bent his knee before him.
"I trust that your Majesty will pardon me, your most faithful servant,
when you learn that I was more deeply engaged in your Majesty's affairs,
and the welfare of the state, than those who would poison your gracious
ears with lying tales against my credit;" and drawing up his commanding
figure, which towered above the crowd of courtiers, his eagle glance
ranged over the frowning countenances of those who stood around. "But I
know that your Majesty is too wise and generous to believe them, while I
can prove my devotion to your service. I have detected, and for the
present counteracted, a conspiracy to deprive your Majesty of your
sovereign rights, and to bring your mind under subjection of your most
subtle foes, the Jesuits. While many, who would endeavour to injure me
in your estimation are passing their nights in sleep or dissipation, I
have been consuming the midnight oil in your service, snatching, at
intervals, a few hours of hurried rest. The details of my researches I
will lay before your Majesty at some future period, and, till then, I
trust in your goodness not to condemn me."
"We fully trust to your zeal, my friend, and know you to be a most
loving and faithful servant," answered the King, banishing, in a moment,
all the dark suspicions which had arisen in his mind. "Say no more on
the subject at present; but, when this ceremony is over, we will consult
in private on the affair. See, numbers are pressing forward to pay
their duty to us."
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