His reception in the king’s army was equally agreeable as that which he had experienced from the enemy.  Monsieur de Turenne esteemed him no less for his frankness than for the poignancy of his wit:  he took it very kindly that he was the only courtier who came to see him in a time so critical as the present:  the questions which he asked him about the court were not so much for information, as to divert himself with his manner of relating their different apprehensions and alarms.  The Chevalier de Grammont advised him to beat the enemy, if he did not choose to be answerable for an enterprise which he had undertaken without consulting the Cardinal.  Monsieur de Turenne promised him he would exert himself to the utmost to follow his advice, and assured him, that if he succeeded, he would make the queen keep her word with him; and concluded with saying, that he was not sorry the Prince de Conde had expressed a desire to see him.  His measures were taken for an attack upon the lines:  on this subject he discoursed in private with the Chevalier de Grammont, and concealed nothing from him except the time of execution:  but this was all to no purpose; for the Chevalier had seen too much, not to judge, from his own knowledge, and the observations he had made, that from the situation of the army, the attack could be no longer deferred.

He set out the next day for his rendezvous, attended by a trumpet, and found the Prince at the place which Monsieur de Lussan had described to him the evening before.  As soon as he alighted:  “Is it possible,” said the Prince, embracing him, “that this can be the Chevalier de Grammont, and that I should see him in the contrary party?” “It is you, my lord, whom I see there,” replied the Chevalier, “and I refer it to yourself, whether it was the fault of the Chevalier de Grammont, or your own, that we now embrace different interests.”  “I must confess,” said the Prince, “that if there are some who have abandoned me like base ungrateful wretches, you have left me, as I left myself, like a man of honour, who thinks himself in the right:  but let us forget all cause of resentment, and tell me what was your motive for coming here, you, whom I thought at Peronne with the court.”  “Must I tell you?” said he:  “why, faith then, I came to save your life.  I know that you cannot help being in the midst of the enemy in a day of battle; it is only necessary for your horse to be shot under you, and to be taken in arms, to meet with the same treatment from this Cardinal, as your uncle Montmorency did from the other.

   [Henry, Duke of Montmorency, who was taken prisoner first September,
   1692, and had his head struck off at Toulouse in the month of
   November following.]

“I come, therefore, to hold a horse in readiness for you, in case of a similar misfortune, that you may not lose your head.”  “It is not the first time,” said the Prince, smiling, “that you have rendered me this service, though the being taken prisoner at that time could not have been so dangerous to me as now.”