In which Monsieur Fouquet acts.
In the meantime Fouquet was hastening to the Louvre, at the best speed of his English horses.The king was at work with Colbert.All at once the king became thoughtful.The two sentences of death he had signed on mounting his throne sometimes recurred to his memory; they were two black spots which he saw with his eyes open; two spots of blood which he saw when his eyes were closed."Monsieur," said he, rather sharply, to the intendant; "it sometimes seems to me that those two men you made me condemn were not very great culprits.""Sire, they were picked out from the herd of the farmers of the financiers, which wanted decimating.""Picked out by whom?"
"By necessity, sire," replied Colbert, coldly.
"Necessity! -- a great word," murmured the young king.
"A great goddess, sire."
"They were devoted friends of the superintendent, were they not?""Yes, sire; friends who would have given up their lives for Monsieur Fouquet.""They have given them, monsieur," said the king.
"That is true; -- but uselessly, by good luck, -- which was not their intention.""How much money had these men fraudulently obtained?""Ten millions, perhaps; of which six have been confiscated.""And is that money in my coffers?" said the king with a certain air of repugnance.
"It is there, sire; but this confiscation, whilst threatening M.Fouquet, has not touched him.""You conclude, then, M.Colbert ---- "
"That if M.Fouquet has raised against your majesty a troop of factious rioters to extricate his friends from punishment, he will raise an army when he has in turn to extricate himself from punishment."The king darted at his confidant one of those looks which resemble the livid fire of a flash of lightning, one of those looks which illuminate the darkness of the basest consciences."I am astonished," said he, "that, thinking such things of M.Fouquet, you did not come to give me your counsels thereupon.""Counsels upon what, sire?"
"Tell me, in the first place, clearly and precisely, what you think, M.Colbert.""Upon what subject, sire?"
"Upon the conduct of M.Fouquet."
"I think, sire, that M.Fouquet, not satisfied with attracting all the money to himself, as M.Mazarin did, and by that means depriving your majesty of one part of your power, still wishes to attract to himself all the friends of easy life and pleasure -- of what idlers call poetry, and politicians, corruption.I, think that, by holding the subjects of your majesty in pay, he trespasses upon the royal prerogative, and cannot, if this continues so, be long in placing your majesty among the weak and the obscure.""How would you qualify all these projects, M.Colbert?""The projects of M.Fouquet, sire?"
"Yes."
"They are called crimes of lese majeste.""And what is done to criminals guilty of lese majeste?""They are arrested, tried, and punished.""You are quite sure that M.Fouquet has conceived the idea of the crime you impute to him?""I can say more, sire, there is even a commencement of the execution of it.""Well, then, I return to that which I was saying, M.
Colbert."
"And you were saying, sire?"
"Give me counsel."
"Pardon me, sire, but in the first place, I have something to add.""Say -- what?"
"An evident, palpable, material proof of treason.""And what is that?"
"I have just learnt that M.Fouquet is fortifying Belle-Isle.""Ah, indeed!"
"Yes, sire."
"Are you sure?"
"Perfectly.Do you know, sire, what soldiers there are in Belle-Isle?""No, ma foi! Do you?"
"I am ignorant, likewise, sire; I should therefore propose to your majesty to send somebody to Belle-Isle?""Who?"
"Me, for instance."
"And what would you do at Belle-Isle?"
"Inform myself whether, after the example of the ancient feudal lords, M.Fouquet was battlementing his walls.""And with what purpose could he do that?""With the purpose of defending himself some day against his king.""But, if it be thus, M.Colbert," said Louis, "we must immediately do as you say; M.Fouquet must be arrested.""That is impossible."
"I thought I had already told you, monsieur, that Isuppressed that word in my service."
"The service of your majesty cannot prevent M.Fouquet from being surintendant-general.""Well?"
"That, in consequence of holding that post, he has for him all the parliament, as he has all the army by his largesses, literature by his favors, and the noblesse by his presents.""That is to say, then, that I can do nothing against M.
Fouquet?"
"Absolutely nothing, -- at least at present, sire.""You are a sterile counselor, M.Colbert.""Oh, no, sire; for I will not confine myself to pointing out the peril to your majesty.""Come, then, where shall we begin to undermine this Colossus; let us see;" and his majesty began to laugh bitterly.
"He has grown great by money; kill him by money, sire.""If I were to deprive him of his charge?""A bad means, sire."
"The good -- the good, then?"
"Ruin him, sire, that is the way.
"But how?"
"Occasions will not be wanting, take advantage of all occasions.""Point them out to me."
"Here is one at once.His royal highness Monsieur is about to be married; his nuptials must be magnificent.That is a good occasion for your majesty to demand a million of M.
Fouquet.M.Fouquet, who pays twenty thousand livres down when he need not pay more than five thousand, will easily find that million when your majesty demands it.""That is all very well; I will demand it," said Louis.
"If your majesty will sign the ordonnance I will have the money got together myself." And Colbert pushed a paper before the king, and presented a pen to him.
At that moment the usher opened the door and announced monsieur le surintendant.Louis turned pale.Colbert let the pen fall, and drew back from the king, over whom he extended his black wings like an evil spirit.The superintendent made his entrance like a man of the court, to whom a single glance was sufficient to make him appreciate the situation.