"Oh, why is not my father here to reign in my stead!" exclaimed Louis.
"He died, sire, that he might be spared the sight of the disgrace which has overtaken France. He died that the world might bear witness to the baseness of those who, since his death, have swayed the destinies of France. He did not die in vain. Your majesty's self will profit by his martyrdom."
"Yes, I have heard of it all. I know the invisible hand that dealt the death-blow to my father, my mother, and my grand-mother. I know it, and—"
"Sire, your majesty's father forgave his enemies; and, through me, he prays your majesty to do likewise."
"I will obey," said Louis, inclining his head, "and leave the guilty to the vengeance of Heaven. "
"And now, sire, that my mission is accomplished, allow me to retire, and let me entreat you to lay your father's words to heart."
"I will do so, I promise you. Can I do aught to serve you?"
"No, your majesty, I have nothing to ask of man."
The king gave him his hand, and followed him with wistful eyes until the door had closed behind him.
"Oh, how beggared seems a king, when he has nothing wherewith to recognize the loyalty and love of his friends!" thought Louis, with a weary sigh.