To-morrow, after to-morrow--from the very first, regal phantom, living shade of Louis XIV., you will sit upon his throne, whence the will of Heaven, confided in execution to the arm of man, will have hurled him, without hope of return." "I understand," said the prince, "my brother's blood will not be shed, then." "You will be sole arbiter of his fate." "The secret of which they made an evil use against me ?" "You will employ it against him.

What did he do to conceal it?
He concealed you.

Living image of himself, you will defeat the conspiracy of Mazarin and Anne of Austria.

You, my prince, will have the same interest in concealing him, who will, as a prisoner, resemble you, as you will resemble him as a king." "I fall back on what I was saying to you.

Who will guard him ?" "Who guarded _you ?_" "You know this secret--you have made use of it with regard to myself.
Who else knows it ?" "The queen-mother and Madame de Chevreuse." "What will they do ?" "Nothing, if you choose." "How is that ?" "How can they recognize you, if you act in such a manner that no one can recognize you ?" "'Tis true; but there are grave difficulties." "State them, prince." "My brother is married; I cannot take my brother's wife." "I will cause Spain to consent to a divorce; it is in the interest of your new policy; it is human morality.