Prince Eugene and His Times

Prince Eugene and His Times

L. Muhlbach

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Prince Eugene and His Times by L. Muhlbach

Chapter 1 THE COUNTESS OF SOISSONS.

"Is that your last word, madame?" said Louvois, in a tone so emphatic as to be almost threatening.

"My last word," replied the countess, haughtily. "My daughter is too young to marry, and were she older, I would not impose a husband upon her who was not the man of her choice. She shall bestow her hand and heart together."

"Do you mean that it is impossible for your daughter to love my son?" asked Louvois, hastily.

The countess raised her shoulders and smiled superciliously, while from her large black eyes there darted forth a glance that spoke volumes to the mind of the irritated minister.

"It would appear," said she, "that there can be no sympathy between the Mancinis and the Louvois, and that their antipathies are to be perpetuated from generation to generation."

"You would remind me of the similarity which the fate of my son as a wooer bears to that of his father?" asked Louvois. "I do not deny it; the repulse which twenty-one years ago I received from Olympia Mancini, she repeats to-day in the person of her daughter. But it may be that on some other occasion the Mancinis shall be repulsed by the Louvois."

"A threat?" said the countess, angrily.

Now it was the shoulders of the minister that were raised. "I have sowed love and reaped hate," said he, quietly.

The countess laughed. "Ah," said she, "I see that you have remodelled your speech according to the pious formulary of Madame de Maintenon, and that you seek for your troubadours among the prophets."

"Yes-the Scriptural prophets satisfy MY cravings for knowledge," replied Louvois, smiling. "Pity that everybody else is not as orthodox as I!"

"What do you mean?" asked the countess, uneasily.

"I mean that it would be better for the Countess de Soissons if she imitated the discretion of Madame de Maintenon, and eschewed association with those unholy prophets who draw their inspiration from the stars."

"Do you think so? And yet the book of the stars is inspired and contains truth, for therein it stands written that our two families will never be united by the bonds of love. What is the use of striving against destiny? Fate has willed our enmity, and we must submit with resignation," said the countess, with an affected drawl. "You see," added she, pathetically, "how beautifully I fall into your new-fashioned dialect, and how harmoniously my dulcet notes mingle with those of the court chorus."

"I remember the dulcet notes of a poem written years ago, which were wont to edify the court with a strain that would sound inharmonious there to-day. What would De Montespan and De Maintenon say to such discordant lines as these?" And Louvois began to hum the following:

"La belle Olympe n'a point de seconde,

Et l'Amour a bien reuni

Dedans l'infanta Mancini

Par un avantage supreme

Tout ce qui force a dire: J'aime!

Et qui l'a fait dire a nos dieux!"

[Footnote: "Les Nieces de Mazarion," par Renee, p. 177.]

"What they would say?" replied the countess; "why, they would listen approvingly to a rhapsody which time has falsified, and imagine that I wince to hear it sung. But they would be in error. I thank you for recalling to my mind the golden vision of the past, wherein a king knelt at my feet, and Louvois lived upon my smiles. She who can look back upon conquests such as these, can afford to despise the contrarieties of the present, while she plumes her victorious wings for future flight, wherein she shall attain indemnification for the trifling vexations of to-day."

"I wish you may realize your joyous anticipations," replied Louvois, with a sneer. "But if you will allow me to draw your horoscope, you will confess that I am a wiser seer than your dear friend La Voisin."

For one moment the features of the countess contracted painfully, but she mastered her emotion and was able to reply with a tranquil smile,-"Do so, your excellency, I am all attention."

"I read in the stars that snares encompass you, Countess de Soissons. You have enemies, numerous, powerful, and crafty. At their head stands the queen, who can never forgive you for having opened one of her letters, and having stolen thence a note addressed to the king, which accused her of secret machinations with Spain. Then there is poor Louise de la Valliere, who for your cruel sarcasms shed such oceans of tears-"

"She is in a convent."

"True, but the scars of your persecutions are upon her heart; and although she may be a Christian, think you that she has ceased to be a woman? Third-among the number of those who hate you is the Marquise de Montespan, to whom the brilliant assemblages at the Hotel de Soissons are a source of mortification, for she can never forget that, on more than one occasion, the king has forgotten his rendezvous with her, to linger at the side of his fascinating hostess. And we must not overlook the pious De Maintenon, who lives in constant terror lest some day or other your presence should recall to the king that golden vision of his youth, whereof Olympia Mancini was the enshrined divinity. For this reason you are more obnoxious to the ex-governess than De Montespan herself. The star of the latter favorite is already on the wane, whereas yours may rise again at the bidding of Memory. These four women have long-meditated your destruction, and many are the thorns with which they have strewed your path in life. But, to compass your ruin, there was wanting ONE strong arm that could concentrate their scattered missiles, and hurl them in ONE great bomb at your head. Countess de Soissons, that arm is mine-I, Louvois, the trusted minister of the king, the friend of De Maintenon, the mightiest subject in France-I am the man whose arm shall strike on behalf of your enemies, of whom in me behold the chief! You have thrown me your gauntlet, and I raise it. I proclaim myself your foe, and since there must be war between our races, we shall see whether for the future the Mancinis may not be made to suffer through the Louvois! This is my horoscope, and now mark well my last words: La Voisin the soothsayer was arrested last night."

All the self-control which she could gather to meet this sinister disclosure, could not smother the groan which was upheaved from Olympia's sinking heart.

Louvois affected not to hear it. He bowed low and prepared to take his leave. The countess made no effort to detain him; she was too frightened for circumspection, and she followed his retreating figure with eyes that were all aflame with hate. Nor did their fiery glow abate when, having reached the door, Louvois turned and confronted her.

He surveyed her calmly, but his eye returned hate for hate, and so for a moment they stared at each other, while there passed between the two a silent challenge, which both felt was to be fought out to the death.

After a pause Louvois spoke. His mouth dilated with a cruel smile, which, when its mocking light was seen, betokened peril to those who offended him.

"Madame," said he. "not only has La Voisin been arrested, but her private papers have been seized." So saying, he bowed again and disappeared behind the portiere.

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Prince Eugene and His Times
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Chapter 1 THE COUNTESS OF SOISSONS.

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Chapter 2 THE LABORATORY.

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Chapter 3 PRINCE EUGENE.

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Chapter 4 THE RIOT.

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Chapter 5 BARBESIEUR LOUVOIS.

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Chapter 6 THE STATE RECEPTION.

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Chapter 7 HELP IN TIME OF NEED.

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Chapter 8 THE FLIGHT.

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Chapter 9 MARIANNA MANCINI.

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Chapter 10 THE TRIAL.

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Chapter 11 A SKIRMISH.

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Chapter 12 LOUVOIS' DAUGHTER.

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Chapter 13 THE COURT-BALL.

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Chapter 14 THE LADY OF THE BEDCHAMBER.

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Chapter 15 THE LADY OF THE BEDCHAMBER. No.15

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Chapter 16 FIRST LOVE.

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Chapter 17 THE DISAPPOINTMENT.

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Chapter 18 THE FOES.

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Chapter 19 THE REPULSE.

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Chapter 20 THE FAREWELL.

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Chapter 21 A PAGE FROM HISTORY.

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Chapter 22 THE EMPEROR LEOPOLD I.

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Chapter 23 THE COUNCIL OF WAR.

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Chapter 24 THE PLAINS OF KITSEE.

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Chapter 25 THE BAPTISM OF BLOOD.

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Chapter 26 VIENNA.

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Chapter 27 THE FALL OF BUDA.

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Chapter 28 THE FRIENDS.

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Chapter 29 THE MARQUIS STROZZI.

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Chapter 30 LAURA.

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Chapter 31 THE REGATTA.

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Chapter 32 THE NEGOTIATOR.

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Chapter 33 THE LOVERS REUNITED.

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Chapter 34 ANTONIO'S EXPIATION.

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Chapter 35 A TWOFOLD VICTORY

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Chapter 36 THE DUMB MUSIC.

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Chapter 37 THE RETIREMENT OF THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF.

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Chapter 38 THE FALL OF BELGRADE.

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Chapter 39 THE MARCHIONESS.

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Chapter 40 THE FLIGHT. No.40

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