Part 137 (1/2)
”The sea.”
”The sea all round?”
”Yes, sire.”
”And what is, then, the name of this place of which you show me the plan?”
”Sire, it is Belle-Ile-en-Mer,” replied Fouquet with simplicity.
At this word, at this name, Colbert made so marked a movement, that the king turned round to enforce the necessity for reserve. Fouquet did not appear to be the least in the world concerned by the movement of Colbert, or the king's signal.
”Monsieur,” continued Louis, ”you have then fortified Belle-Isle?”
”Yes, sire; and I have brought the plan and the accounts to your majesty,” replied Fouquet; ”I have expended sixteen hundred livres in this operation.”
”What to do?” replied Louis, coldly, having taken the initiative from a malicious look of the intendant.
”For an aim very easy to seize,” replied Fouquet. ”Your majesty was on cool terms with Great Britain.”
”Yes; but since the restoration of King Charles II. I have formed an alliance with him.”
”A month since, sire, your majesty has truly said; but it is more than six months since the fortifications of Belle-Isle were begun.”
”Then they have become useless.”
”Sire, fortifications are never useless. I fortified Belle-Isle against MM. Monk and Lambert and all those London citizens who were playing at soldiers. Belle-Isle will be ready fortified against the Dutch, against whom either England or your majesty cannot fail to make war.”
The king was again silent, and looked askant at Colbert. ”Belle-Isle, I believe,” added Louis, ”is yours, M. Fouquet?”
”No, sire.”
”Whose then?”
”Your majesty's.”
Colbert was seized with as much terror as if a gulf had opened beneath his feet. Louis started with admiration, either at the genius or the devotion of Fouquet.
”Explain yourself, monsieur,” said he.
”Nothing more easy, sire; Belle-Isle is one of my estates; I have fortified it at my own expense. But as nothing in the world can oppose a subject making an humble present to his king, I offer your majesty the proprietors.h.i.+p of the estate, of which you will leave me the usufruct.
Belle-Isle, as a place of war, ought to be occupied by the king. Your majesty will be able, henceforth, to keep a safe garrison there.”
Colbert felt almost sinking down upon the floor. To keep himself from falling, he was obliged to hold by the columns of the wainscoting.
”This is a piece of great skill in the art of war that you have exhibited here, monsieur,” said Louis.
”Sire, the initiative did not come from me,” replied Fouquet; ”many officers have inspired me with it. The plans themselves have been made by one of the most distinguished engineers.”
”His name?”