France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
It was not for Canolles to begin the conversation, and he waited
until he should be spoken to; but as the princess seemed determined
to maintain silence, the young officer concluded that it would be
better for him to disregard the proprieties than to remain in such an
embarrassing position. He was fully alive, however, to the fact that
the storm portended by this disdainful silence would probably burst
forth at the first words which should break it, and that he was about
to be submerged by a second flood of princely wrath, even more to be
feared than the first, in that this princess was younger and more
interesting.
But the extreme nature of the insult put upon him of itself emboldened
the young gentleman, and bowing a third time, in accordance with his
feelings, that is to say, with stiff formality, indicative of the
ill-humor which was brewing in his Gascon brain, he began:--
"Madame, I have had the honor to request, on behalf of her Majesty the
queen regent, an audience of your Highness; your Highness has deigned
to grant my request. Now, may I not beg that your Highness will crown
your gracious reception by letting me know by a word, by a sign, that
you are aware of my presence and are ready to listen to me?"
A movement behind the curtains and beneath the bed-clothes warned
Canolles that he might expect a reply; and a moment later he heard a
voice so choked with emotion as to be almost inaudible.
"Speak, monsieur," said the voice; "I am listening."
Canolles assumed an oratorical tone, and began:--
"Her Majesty the queen sends me to you, madame, to assure your Highness
of her desire to continue upon friendly terms with you."
There was a very perceptible stir in the passage beside the bed, and
the princess, interrupting the orator, said in a broken voice:--
"Monsieur, say no more of her Majesty the queen's friendly feeling for
the family of Condé; there is direct proof of the contrary feeling in
the vaults of the donjon of Vincennes."
"Well, well," thought Canolles, "it seems that they have talked the
matter over, for they all say the same thing."
Meanwhile there was more stir in the passage, which the messenger did
not notice, on account of the embarrassment caused by his peculiar
situation.
"After all, monsieur," the princess continued, "what do you desire?"
"I desire nothing, madame," said Canolles, drawing himself up. "It is
her Majesty the queen who desires that I should come to this château,
that I should be admitted to the honor of your Highness's society,
unworthy as I am, and that I should contribute to the utmost of my
ability to restore harmony between two princes of the blood royal, at
enmity for no cause at such a sad time as this."
"For no cause?" cried the princess; "do you say that there was no cause
for our rupture?"
"I beg pardon, madame," rejoined Canolles. "I say nothing; I am not a
judge, but an interpreter simply."
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