“Is Monsieur d’Artagnan there?”
“Yes, madame, in your oratory. He is waiting till your majesty is ready.”
“I am. Go and tell Laporte to wake and dress the king, and then pass on to the Marechal de Villeroy and summon him to me.”
Bernouin bowed and retired.
The queen entered her oratory, which was lighted by a single lamp of Venetian crystal, She saw D’Artagnan, who stood expecting her.
“Is it you?” she said.
“Are you ready?”
“And his eminence, the cardinal?”