"It is frightful."
"So frightful, that I sent for my confessor."
"And he came?"
"Immediately."
"Now, be frank, my son; tell the truth for once. What did he think of your revelation?"
"He shuddered."
"I should think so."
"He ordered me to repent, as the voice told me."
"Very well. There can be no harm in repenting. But what did he think of the vision?"
"That it was a miracle, and that I must think of it seriously.
Therefore, this morning----"
"What have you done?"
"I gave 100,000 livres to the Jesuits."
"Very well."
"And scourged myself and my friends."
"Perfect! but after?"
"Well, what do you think of it, Chicot? It is not to the jester I speak, but to the man of sense, to my friend."
"Ah, sire, I think your majesty had the nightmare."
"You think so?"
"Yes, it was a dream, which will not be renewed, unless your majesty thinks too much about it."
"A dream? No, Chicot, I was awake, my eyes were open."
"I sleep like that."
"Yes, but then you do not see, and I saw the moon shining through my windows, and its light on the amethyst in the hilt of my sword, which lay in that chair where you are."
"And the lamp?"
"Had gone out."
"A dream, my son."
"Why do you not believe, Chicot? It is said that G.o.d speaks to kings, when He wishes to effect some change on the earth."
"Yes, he speaks, but so low that they never hear Him."
"Well, do you know why I made you stay?--that you might hear as well as I."
"No one would believe me if I said I heard it."
"My friend, it is a secret which I confide to your known fidelity."
"Well, I accept. Perhaps it will also speak to me."
"Well, what must I do?"
"Go to bed, my son."
"But----"
"Do you think that sitting up will keep it away?"
"Well, then, you remain."
"I said so."
"Well, then, I will go to bed."
"Good."
"But you will not?"
"Certainly not, I will stay here."
"You will not go to sleep?"
"Oh, that I cannot promise; sleep is like fear, my son, a thing independent of will."
"You will try, at least?"
"Be easy; I will pinch myself. Besides, the voice would wake me."
"Do not joke about the voice."
"Well, well, go to bed."
The king sighed, looked round anxiously, and glided tremblingly into bed. Then Chicot established him in his chair, arranging round him the pillows and cushions.
"How do you feel, sire?" said he.
"Pretty well; and you?"