"Men who resemble thyself, ha!" said King Louis. – "No, Oliver, by my faith that arrow was too rashly shot! – What! because I indulge thee with my confidence, and let thee, in reward, poll my lieges a little now and then, dost thou think it makes thee fit to be the husband of that beautiful vision, and a Count of the highest class to the boot? – thee – thee, I say, low-born and lowerbred, whose wisdom is at best a sort of cunning, and whose courage is more than doubtful?"
"Your Majesty imputes to me a presumption of which I am not guilty, in supposing me to aspire so highly," said Oliver.
"I am glad to hear it, man," replied the King; "and truly, I hold your judgment the healthier that you disown such a reverie. But methinks thy speech sounded strangely in that key. – Well, to return. – I dare not wed this beauty to one of my subjects – I dare not return her to Burgundy – I dare not transmit her to England, or to Germany, where she is likely to become the prize of some one more apt to unite with Burgundy than with France, and who would be more ready to discourage the honest malecontents in Ghent and Liege, than to yield them that wholesome countenance which might always find Charles the Hardy enough to exercise his valour on, without stirring from his own domains – and they were in so ripe a humour for insurrection, the men of Liege in especial, that they alone, well heated and supported, would find my fair cousin work for more than a twelvemonth; – and backed by a warlike Count of Croye, – O, Oliver! the plan is too hopeful to be resigned without a struggle. – Cannot thy fertile brain devise some scheme?"
Oliver paused for a long time – then at last replied, "What if a bridal could be accomplished betwixt Isabelle of Croye, and young Adolphus, the Duke of Gueldres?"
"What!" said the King, in astonishment; "sacrifice her, and she, too, so lovely a creature, to the furious wretch who deposed, imprisoned, and has often threatened to murder, his own father! – No, Oliver, no – that were too unutterably cruel even for you and me, who look so steadfastly to our excellent end, the peace and the welfare of France, and respect so little the means by which it is attained. Besides, he lies distant from us, and is detested by the people of Ghent and Liege. – No, no – I will none of Adolphus of Gueldres – think on some one else."
"My invention is exhausted, Sire," said the counsellor; "I can remember no one who, as husband to the Countess of Croye, would be likely to answer your Majesty's views. He must unite such various qualities – a friend to your Majesty – an enemy to Burgundy – of policy enough to conciliate the Gauntois and Liegeois, and of valour sufficient to defend his little dominions against the power of Duke Charles – Of noble birth besides – that your Highness insists upon; and of excellent and most virtuous character, to the boot of all."
"Nay, Oliver," said the King, "I leaned not so much – that is, so very much, on character; but methinks Isabelle's bridegroom should be something less publicly and generally abhorred than Adolphus of Gueldres. – For example, since I myself must suggest some one, – why not William de la Marck?"
"On my halidome, Sire," said Oliver, "I cannot complain of your demanding too high a standard of moral excellence in the happy man, if the Wild Boar of Ardennes can serve your turn. De la Marck! – why, he is the most notorious robber and murderer on all the frontiers – excommunicated by the Pope for a thousand crimes."
"We will have him released from the sentence, friend Oliver – Holy Church is merciful."
"Almost an outlaw," continued Oliver, "and under the ban of the Empire, by an ordinance of the Chamber at Ratisbon."