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You will soon need it all," said a voice in a low tone. The hunter immediately recognized Barbin, a farmer of Beauport. "What are you doing here?" "No time for questions to-night. You will know later." "And who are those in the thicket yonder?" "My friends and yours." Batoche shook his head dubiously, and muttered something about going forward to satisfy himself by personal inspection.

The royal forces march against the insurgent Princes Indignities offered to the young sovereign Louis XIII and his favourite Arrogance of the Maréchal d'Ancre Indignation of the King Confiscation of the property of the rebel Princes Household of Louis XIII Cabal of De Luynes -Infatuation of the Maréchal d'Ancre An evil counsellor Marie de Medicis resolves to withdraw from the Government, but is dissuaded from her purpose Popular discontent Precautions of Concini Alarm of Louis XIII The Duc de Nevers is declared guilty of lèse-majesté Firmness of the Queen-mother Insolence of Concini and Richelieu Condé is refused permission to justify himself Success of the royal forces Louis XIII consents to the arrest of the Maréchal d'Ancre Bassompierre warns Marie de Medicis of her danger She disregards the warning Concini and Leonora prepare to leave France Old grievances renewed A diplomatic Janus Blindness of Marie and her ministers A new conspirator How to be made a marshal Incaution of De Luynes Treachery of Richelieu A narrow escape A morning mass Singular position of the Court Assassination of Concini Public rejoicings Imprisonment of the Queen-mother Barbin is sent to the Bastille The seals are restored to Du Vair A royal reception Anguish of Marie de Medicis She demands to see the King, and is refused Her isolation A Queen and her favourite A mother and her son Arrest of Madame d'Ancre The Crown jewels Political pillage The Maréchale in the Bastille.

I want to know about your health, your occupations, your inclinations, and let it be in a long enough letter, with moralizing and plenty of affection for your old friend. The news here is that the Count de Grammont is dead, and it fills me with acute sorrow. If you know Barbin, ask him why he prints so many things that are not mine, over my name?

I heard the soft voice of the night, the fall of the snow, the muffled tread of advancing regiments, the low word of command, then all at once a thunderous explosion of cannon, and, finally, silence, defeat and death." Barbin and his two companions stood listening to the old man in rapt wonder.

The Prince, however, who had been lulled into false security by the specious representations of Barbin, treated their caution with contempt, being unable to believe that Marie would venture to attempt any violence towards himself.

The day before yesterday, after landing on the north shore, you deployed your forces on the Plains of Abraham?" Batoche went into this and the following other particulars, which he had learned from Barbin, in order to have them confirmed by the American officers, so that there be no mistake about the conclusion which he drew from them. "We did," was the reply.

All these persons were instructed to excite the suspicions of the King against his mother and her ministers, a task in which it was by no means difficult to succeed; particularly when the treacherous Déageant had placed in his hands a number of forged letters, wherein Barbin, at the pretended instigation of Concini, was supposed to entertain a design against his life, in order not only to prolong the authority of the Queen-mother, but also to ensure the crown to her second and favourite son, Gaston d'Orléans.

In reply she was overheard to say that she had solicited his Majesty to allow Barbin to follow her to Blois, and to continue his duties as superintendent of her household; and that she should consider herself greatly indebted to the kindness of the favourite if he would exert his influence to that effect.

Within an hour not only was the Queen-mother a prisoner in her own apartments, but the seals were restored to M. du Vair, and Barbin was in the Bastille in the most rigorous confinement.

Barbin and two other men, closely wrapped in hoods, stood before him. "Come in," said Batoche, "I expected you." There was no agitation or eccentricity in his manner, but his features were pinched, and his grey eyes shed a sombre light upon the deep shadows of their cavities. "We have come for you, Batoche," said Barbin. "I knew it." "Are you ready?" "I am ready."