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Louis; Eginhard, chancellor to Charlemagne; and of later date, Philip de Commines. What we have here is rather an apology for King Francis, against the Emperor Charles V., than history.
The presence of the German and Spanish ambassadors, as well as the arrival of the two new Milanese envoys, excited Commines' suspicions, while the long faces and terror-struck air of the Venetian senators, when the news from Naples arrived, reminded him of the Romans after the defeat of Cannæ.
I am quite sure I am not making any mistake. The King trusts me as he never trusted Monsieur de Commines." "And how well he trusts him we saw last night," she said, with a little bitter irony which surely might be pardoned. "But how can I help being afraid? Are you not all I have in the world?" "Charles?" "Do you think Charles counts for anything now?
Watch him as you tell him, you who are so shrewd a judge of men, and I think you will say that to draw the father to the son will not be difficult." "You believe that, Stephen?" "I know it, Uncle; but here are the horses." With no more words La Mothe assisted Commines to mount, standing by his knee as he settled himself in the saddle. Then Commines stooped and the two men clasped hands.
This curious partition I did not quite comprehend at first, and I shall not forget the indignant style in which, on my asking 'was this the French Commines, I was answered that 'of course it was Commines in Belgium. Here was yet another piquant bell-tower seen rising above trees and houses, long before we even came near to it.
Louis' suspicions sprang to life newborn. Goaded by their sting he leaned forward, one arm thrust out, and for the first time La Mothe saw the deathly pallor of his face. "Uncle, do you say? Commines never called you nephew?" "Not in blood, sire: in love service gratitude." "Then it is better to have a nephew by name than a son by nature. Do you hear?
"A lie," said La Mothe, "the damnedest lie that ever came out of hell. Finish your lies, Saxe." Sternly Commines turned upon him. "You are here only on sufferance; either leave the room or be silent." "Monsieur d'Argenton, it is every man's right " began La Mothe; but Ursula de Vesc, turning in her chair, laid a hand upon his arm.
Saxe! What is little Charles doing to-day?" "I was coming for you both," answered Saxe from the open door. "They are riding to Château-Renaud, and your worships are so beloved by both the Dauphin and mademoiselle that you must needs go with them. Monsieur de Commines and Monsieur La Follette have gone hawking for the day." "Do not go," said Villon.
Commines paused in his slow walk, slipped his hand from La Mothe's arm, and they stood silent side by side. Then in his perplexity he moved a few paces away, halted, turned again and faced La Mothe. "Poor lad, and I have no alternative. The King and my duty alike allow me none. Stephen, in self-defence I must be frank with you.
It seemed as if Commines was less afraid to speak his mind now that the walls of Valmy were out of hearing, for he went on bitterly: "The King chooses his tools well, a foul tool for a foul use, and neither you nor I can come out of it with clean hands. His name? The gallows-cheat has a dozen names and changes them as you would your coat.
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