The Refugees. Артур Конан Дойл

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      "On my life, justice seems to be administered in a strange fashion in our city of Paris!" exclaimed the king wrathfully.

      "It is indeed a shameful case," said Bossuet.

      "And yet there may be a very good reason for it," suggested Pere la Chaise. "I would suggest that your Majesty should ask this man his name, his business, and why it was that the dragoons were quartered upon him."

      "You hear the reverend father's question."

      "My name, sire, is Catinat, by trade I am a merchant in cloth, and I am treated in this fashion because I am of the Reformed Church."

      "I thought as much!" cried the confessor.

      "That alters matters," said Bossuet.

      The king shook his head and his brow darkened. "You have only yourself to thank, then. The remedy is in your hands."

      "And how, sire?"

      "By embracing the only true faith."

      "I am already a member of it, sire."

      The king stamped his foot angrily. "I can see that you are a very insolent heretic," said he. "There is but one Church in France, and that is my Church. If you are outside that, you cannot look to me for aid."

      "My creed is that of my father, sire, and of my grandfather."

      "If they have sinned it is no reason why you should. My own grandfather erred also before his eyes were opened."

      "But he nobly atoned for his error," murmured the Jesuit.

      "Then you will not help me, sire?"

      "You must first help yourself."

      The old Huguenot stood up with a gesture of despair, while the king continued on his way, the two ecclesiastics, on either side of him, murmuring their approval into his ears.

      "You have done nobly, sire."

      "You are truly the first son of the Church."

      "You are the worthy successor of St. Louis."

      But the king bore the face of a man who was not absolutely satisfied with his own action.

      "You do not think, then, that these people have too hard a measure?" said he.

      "Too hard? Nay, your Majesty errs on the side of mercy."

      "I hear that they are leaving my kingdom in great numbers."

      "And surely it is better so, sire; for what blessing can come upon a country which has such stubborn infidels within its boundaries?"

      "Those who are traitors to God can scarce be loyal to the king," remarked Bossuet. "Your Majesty's power would be greater if there were no temple, as they call their dens of heresy, within your dominions."

      "My grandfather promised them protection. They are shielded, as you well know, by the edict which be gave at Nantes."

      "But it lies with your Majesty to undo the mischief that has been done."

      "And how?"

      "By recalling the edict."

      "And driving into the open arms of my enemies two millions of my best artisans and of my bravest servants. No, no, father, I have, I trust, every zeal for Mother-Church, but there is some truth in what De Frontenac said this morning of the evil which comes from mixing the affairs of this world with those of the next. How say you, Louvois?"

      "With all respect to the Church, sire, I would say that the devil has given these men such cunning of hand and of brain that they are the best workers and traders in your Majesty's kingdom. I know not how the state coffers are to be filled if such tax-payers go from among us. Already many have left the country and taken their trades with them. If all were to go, it would be worse for us than a lost campaign."

      "But," remarked Bossuet, "if it were once known that the king's will had been expressed, your Majesty may rest assured that even the worst of his subjects bear him such love that they would hasten to come within the pale of Holy Church. As long as the edict stands, it seems to them that the king is lukewarm, and that they may abide in their error."

      The king shook his head. "They have always been stubborn folk," said he.

      "Perhaps," remarked Louvois, glancing maliciously at Bossuet, "were the bishops of France to make an offering to the state of the treasures of their sees, we might then do without these Huguenot taxes."

      "All that the Church has is at the king's service," answered Bossuet curtly.

      "The kingdom is mine and all that is in it," remarked Louis, as they entered the Grand Salon, in which the court assembled after chapel, "yet I trust that it may be long before I have to claim the wealth of the Church."

      "We trust so, sire," echoed the ecclesiastics.

      "But we may reserve such topics for our council-chamber. Where is Mansard? I must see his plans for the new wing at Marly." He crossed to a side table, and was buried in an instant in his favourite pursuit, inspecting the gigantic plans of the great architect, and inquiring eagerly as to the progress of the work.

      "I think," said Pere la Chaise, drawing Bossuet aside, "that your Grace has made some impression upon the king's mind."

      "With your powerful assistance, father."

      "Oh, you may rest assured that I shall lose no opportunity of pushing on the good work."

      "If you take it in hand, it is done."

      "But there is another who has more weight than I."

      "The favourite, De Montespan?"

      "No, no; her day is gone. It is Madame de Maintenon."

      "I hear that she is very devout."

      "Very. But she has no love for my Order. She is a Sulpitian. Yet we may all work to one end. Now if you were to speak to her, your Grace."

      "With all my heart."

      "Show her how good a service it would be could she bring about the banishment of the Huguenots."

      "I shall do so."

      "And offer her in return that we will promote—" he bent forward and whispered into the prelate's ear.

      "What! He would not do it!"

      "And why? The queen is dead."

      "The widow of the poet Scarron!"

      "She is of good birth. Her grandfather and his were dear friends."

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