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A King at Verrieres

           Soonthekingarrived,followedbyMonsieurdelaMoleandhisgreatChamberlain.Theguardsthemselvesremainedoutsidekneelingandpresentingarms.

           HisMajestyprecipitated,ratherthanthrewhimself,ontothestool.ItwasonlythenthatJulien,whowaskeepingclosetothegildeddoor,perceivedoverthebarearmofayounggirl,thecharmingstatueofSt.Clement.Itwashiddenunderthealtar,andborethedressofayoungRomansoldier.Ithadalargewoundonitsneck,fromwhichthebloodseemedtoflow.Theartisthadsurpassedhimself.Theeyes,whichthoughdyingwerefullofgrace,werehalfclosed.Abuddingmoustacheadoredthatcharmingmouthwhich,thoughhalfclosed,seemednotwithstandingtobepraying.TheyounggirlnexttoJulienweptwarmtearsatthesight.OneofhertearsfellonJulien’shand.

           Afteramomentofprayerintheprofoundestsilence,thatwasonlybrokenbythedistantsoundofthebellsofallthevillageswithinaradiusoftenleagues,thebishopofAgdeaskedtheking’spermissiontospeak.Hefinishedashortbutverytouchingspeechwithapassage,theverysimplicityofwhichassureditseffectiveness:

           "Neverforget,youngChristianwomen,thatyouhaveseenoneofthegreatestkingsoftheworldonhiskneesbeforetheservantsofthisAlmightyandterribleGod.Theseservants,feeble,persecuted,assassinatedastheywereonearth,asyoucanseebythestillbleedingwoundsofSaintClement,willtriumphinHeaven.Youwillrememberthem,myyoungChristianwomen,willyounot,thisdayforever,andwilldetesttheinfidel

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