If this were indeed a type of his race, they must in truth be a people whom it would be better to have as friends than as enemies.
His mind, however, ran at present on other things than statecraft, and he hastened to give De Catinat his orders for the night.
"You will ride into Paris on my service.

Your friend can go with you.
Two are safer than one when they bear a message of state.

I wish you, however, to wait until nightfall before you start." "Yes, sire." "Let none know your errand, and see that none follow you.

You know the house of Archbishop Harlay, prelate of Paris ?" "Yes, sire." "You will bid him drive out hither and be at the north-west side postern by midnight.

Let nothing hold him back.