“I will have them attack immediately, Cardinal,” said the Prince on coming up; “that is to say,” he added, with a careless air, “when all your preparations are made, and you have fixed upon the hour with our generals.”

“Sire, if I might venture to express my judgment, I should be glad did your Majesty think proper to begin the attack in a quarter of an hour, for that will give time enough to advance the third line.”

“Yes, yes; you are right, Monsieur le Cardinal!  I think so, too.  I will go and give my orders myself; I wish to do everything myself.  Schomberg, Schomberg! in a quarter of an hour I wish to hear the signal-gun; I command it.”

And Schomberg, taking the command of the right wing, gave the order, and the signal was made.

The batteries, arranged long since by the Marechal de la Meilleraie, began to batter a breach, but slowly, because the artillerymen felt that they had been directed to attack two impregnable points; and because, with their experience, and above all with the common sense and quick perception of French soldiers, any one of them could at once have indicated the point against which the attack should have been directed.  The King was surprised at the slowness of the firing.

“La Meilleraie,” said he, impatiently, “these batteries do not play well; your cannoneers are asleep.”

The principal artillery officers were present as well as the Marechal; but no one answered a syllable.  They had looked toward the Cardinal, who remained as immovable as an equestrian statue, and they imitated his example.  The answer must have been that the fault was not with the soldiers, but with him who had ordered this false disposition of the batteries; and this was Richelieu himself, who, pretending to believe them more useful in that position, had stopped the remarks of the chiefs.

The King, astonished at this silence, and, fearing that he had committed some gross military blunder by his question, blushed slightly, and, approaching the group of princes who had accompanied him, said, in order to reassure himself: 

“D’Angouleme, Beaufort, this is very tiresome, is it not?  We stand here like mummies.”

Charles de Valois drew near and said: 

“It seems to me, Sire, that they are not employing here the machines of the engineer Pompee-Targon.”

“Parbleu!” said the Duc de Beaufort, regarding Richelieu fixedly, “that is because we were more eager to take Rochelle than Perpignan at the time that Italian came.  Here we have not an engine ready, not a mine, not a petard beneath these walls; and the Marechal de la Meilleraie told me this morning that he had proposed to bring some with which to open the breach.  It was neither the Castillet, nor the six great bastions which surround it, nor the half-moon, we should have attacked.  If we go on in this way, the great stone arm of the citadel will show us its fist a long time yet.”