1636: The Cardinal Virtues – Snippet 01
1636: The Cardinal Virtues
Eric Flint and Walter H. Hunt
Late July, 1635
Outside of Paris, France
The need for secrecy was constant. No one believed that more strongly than Armand-Jean du Plessis, Cardinal-Duke de Richelieu, Principal Minister to His Most Christian Majesty Louis XIII, king of France. Within the palace of the Louvre as well as at his own residence, the Palais-Cardinal, secrets were guarded most jealously. They were a valuable commodity, esteemed by the cardinal and protected by those who surrounded him — those particular to the crown and those plucked from other nations.
However, the secret now contemplated was too sensitive even for those protected within the halls of king and cardinal; an even more private venue was required. Thus it was that when the king of France rode to the hunt on a sultry, humid July morning, his entourage included his minister astride a fine horse, riding at his side.
The courtiers and servants gossiped about it among themselves — quietly, of course, out of the sight and hearing of their betters. Whenever the searching glance of Cardinal Richelieu settled upon them they fell silent and avoided his eyes.
For his part, King Louis — always at greater ease on the hunt than at court — was pleased to have his minister by his side. Those usually accorded the privilege of taking up the position had to remain at a respectful distance.
The morning was not productive, the hounds and beaters flushing only inferior prey: a few rabbits and foxes, nothing worthy of His Majesty’s attention. But it was the hunt itself and not the results that pleased the king. Toward midday Louis called a halt. The royal stewards began the process of laying out a repast for the gently-born in a beautiful clearing, while grooms attended to their mounts.
Minister and king walked away from the crowd, seeming to enjoy the scenery. But far from the court and away from prying ears, their conversation turned to more serious manners.
“I trust all is in — in readiness,” the king said.
“I am pleased to say that it is, Majesty. We have secured the ChÃ¢teau de Baronville in Beville-le-Comte for the queen’s use during her seclusion; and I have engaged the services of an up-timer physician.”
“Is he anyone I know?”
“She, Majesty. And no, I do not believe that you are acquainted with her. She is a distant relative of the Masaniello family.”
“The Steam Engine people.”
“Exactly, Sire. She has put certain up-timer protocols into practice that have caused marked improvement in the health of the technical center employees. The queen will be in good hands.”
“Their midwives qualify as physicians also?”
“Up-timers,” Richelieu said in response, as if that was sufficient explanation.
“Is my lady wife prepared?”
Richelieu permitted himself the slightest smile. “I daresay that her work does not come until somewhat later. The other participant in the event is ready to do his duty, however. He will be at the ChÃ¢teau Fontainebleau, where you and Queen Anne will be making a progress.”
“Whenever you are ready, Sire, but if I may suggest that the Feast of Saint Louis — the twenty-fifth of August — might be a propitious occasion.”
“Our noble ancestor and namesake. We can hear Mass and wave royally. At least it’s less unpleasant than Saint Denis. The sight of some peasant dressed as the saint, carrying a plaster head under his arm, always disturbed me.”
“As Your Majesty says,” Richelieu said. “The people will enjoy being reminded of the divinity of kingship.”
Louis shrugged. “As you say. So — the Feast of Saint Louis it is. You will inform Queen Anne that we shall progress to Fontainebleau. But . . . why not, why not simply complete the matter at Baronville?”
“Ah.” Richelieu removed a speck of dust from his soutane. “I would think, Sire, that we would prefer the location to remain secret, to be used when Her Majesty is more advanced in her pregnancy. There is no reason to reveal it sooner.”
“Yes. Quite — quite correct. You have been most thorough, Monseigneur.”
“I thank you, Sire.” Richelieu inclined his head. “I seek only to serve; and in this instance I wish to leave nothing to chance.”
“Nothing . . . other than the occasion itself. And that is in the hands of God.” He crossed himself and looked upward.
Richelieu followed the gesture, but refrained to mention to the king the many methods the up-timers knew about to help assure success.
“God will smile upon France, I am certain,” he said after a moment.