“Now! now!” cried the Cardinal, in a voice of thunder, from his elevation, “now remove the guns from their useless position!  Fabert, give your orders; let them be all directed upon the infantry which slowly approaches to surround the King.  Haste! save the King!”

Immediately the Cardinal’s suite, until then sitting erect as so many statues, were in motion.  The generals gave their orders; the aides-de-camp galloped off into the plain, where, leaping over the ditches, barriers, and palisades, they arrived at their destination as soon as the thought that directed them and the glance that followed them.

Suddenly the few and interrupted flashes which had shone from the discouraged batteries became a continual and immense flame, leaving no room for the smoke, which rose to the sky in an infinite number of light and floating wreaths; the volleys of cannon, which had seemed like far and feeble echoes, changed into a formidable thunder whose roll was as rapid as that of drums beating the charge; while from three opposite points large red flashes from fiery mouths fell upon the dark columns which issued from the besieged city.

Meantime, without changing his position, but with ardent eyes and imperative gestures, Richelieu ceased not to multiply his orders, casting upon those who received them a look which implied a sentence of death if he was not instantly obeyed.

“The King has overthrown the cavalry; but the foot still resist.  Our batteries have only killed, they have not conquered.  Forward with three regiments of infantry instantly, Gassion, La Meilleraie, and Lesdiguieres!  Take the enemy’s columns in flank.  Order the rest of the army to cease from the attack, and to remain motionless throughout the whole line.  Bring paper!  I will write myself to Schomberg.”

A page alighted and advanced, holding a pencil and paper.  The minister, supported by four men of his suite, also alighted, but with difficulty, uttering a cry, wrested from him by pain; but he conquered it by an effort, and seated himself upon the carriage of a cannon.  The page presented his shoulder as a desk; and the Cardinal hastily penned that order which contemporary manuscripts have transmitted to us, and which might well be imitated by the diplomatists of our day, who are, it seems, more desirous to maintain themselves in perfect balance between two ideas than to seek those combinations which decide the destinies of the world, regarding the clear and obvious dictates of true genius as beneath their profound subtlety.

“M. le Marechal, do not risk anything, and reflect before you attack.  When you are thus told that the King desires you not to risk anything, you are not to understand that his Majesty forbids you to fight at all; but his intention is that you do not engage in a general battle unless it be with a notable hope of gain from the advantage which a favorable situation may present, the responsibility