Aramis, pale and downcast, between two flambeaux, showed himself at the window which looked into the principal court, full of soldiers waiting for orders and bewildered inhabitants imploring succor.
"My friends," said D'Herblay, in a grave and sonorous voice, "M.
Fouquet, your protector, your friend, you father, has been arrested by an order of the king, and thrown into the Bastile." A sustained yell of vengeful fury came floating up to the window at which the bishop stood, and enveloped him in a magnetic field.
"Avenge Monsieur Fouquet!" cried the most excited of his hearers, "death to the royalists!" "No, my friends," replied Aramis, solemnly; "no, my friends; no resistance.

The king is master in his kingdom.

The king is the mandatory of God.

The king and God have struck M.Fouquet.Humble yourselves before the hand of God.

Love God and the king, who have struck M.
Fouquet.