My Sword's My Fortune. Herbert Hayens

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       Herbert Hayens

      My Sword's My Fortune

      A Story of Old France

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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      EAN 4064066210106

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I.

       I Go to Paris.

       CHAPTER II.

       La Boule d'Or.

       CHAPTER III.

       I Enter the Astrologer's House.

       CHAPTER IV.

       I Meet the Cardinal.

       CHAPTER V.

       The Reception at the Luxembourg.

       CHAPTER VI.

       Was I Mistaken?

       CHAPTER VII.

       The Cardinal takes an Evening Walk.

       CHAPTER VIII.

       The Plot is Discovered.

       CHAPTER IX.

       I Meet with an Exciting Adventure.

       CHAPTER X.

       Pillot to the Rescue.

       CHAPTER XI.

       A Scheme that Went Amiss

       CHAPTER XII.

       I have a Narrow Escape.

       CHAPTER XIII.

       I again Encounter Maubranne.

       CHAPTER XIV.

       I Fall into a Trap.

       CHAPTER XV.

       Under Watch and Ward.

       CHAPTER XVI.

       I become a Prisoner of the Bastille.

       CHAPTER XVII.

       Free!

       CHAPTER XVIII.

       The Fight on the Staircase.

       CHAPTER XIX.

       I Lose all Trace of Henri.

       CHAPTER XX.

       News at Last.

       CHAPTER XXI

       The Death of Henri.

       CHAPTER XXII.

       The Mob Rises.

       CHAPTER XXIII.

       The Ladies Leave Paris.

       CHAPTER XXIV.

       Captain Courcy Outwitted.

       CHAPTER XXV.

       I Miss a Grand Opportunity.

       CHAPTER XXVI.

       "Vive le Roi!"

       CHAPTER XXVII.

       The King Visits Raoul.

       CHAPTER XXVIII.

       "Remember the Porte St. Antoine."

       CHAPTER XXIX.

       Mazarin Triumphant.

       "Keep this in remembrance of this day."

CHAPTER I.

      I Go to Paris.

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      "Let the boy go to Paris," exclaimed our guest, Roland Belloc. "I warrant he'll find a path that will lead him to fortune."

      "He is young," said my father doubtfully.

      "He will be killed," cried my mother, while I stood upright against the wall and looked at Roland gratefully.

      It was in 1650, in the days of the Regency, and all France was in an uproar. Our most gracious monarch, Louis XIV., was then a boy of twelve, and his Queen-Mother, Anne of Austria, ruled the country. She had a host of enemies, and only one friend, Cardinal Mazarin, a wily Italian priest, who was perhaps the actual master of France.

      Roland Belloc, who was the Cardinal's man, had been staying for a day or two in my father's company. He was a real soldier of fortune, strong as a bull, a fine swordsman, and afraid of no man living. He told us many startling tales of Paris.

      According to him, everything in the city, from the throne to the gutter, was in a state of unrest: no man knew what an hour would bring forth. One day people feasted and sang and danced in feverish merriment: the next the barricades were up, and the denizens of the filthy courts and alleys, eager for pillage,