"It is for your Highness to choose," he said, "whether or not you prefer to cling to the interests of M.de Montmorency, displease the king and lose his good graces." The prince signed everything; then he set out for Tours, which the king had assigned for his residence, receiving on the way, from town to town, all the honors that would have been paid to his Majesty himself.

M.de Montmorency remained in prison.
"He awaited death with a resignation which is inconceivable," says the author of his _Memoires;_ "never did man speak more boldly than he about it; it seemed as if he were recounting another's perils when he described his own to his servants and his guards, who were the only witnesses of such lofty manliness." His sister, the Princess of Conde, had a memorial prepared for his defence put before him.

He read it carefully, then he tore it up, "having always determined," he said, "not to (chicaner) go pettifogging for (or, dispute) his life." "I ought by rights to answer before the Parliament of Paris only," said he to the commission of the Parliament of Toulouse instructed to conduct his trial, "but I give up with all my heart this privilege and all others that might delay my sentence." There was not long to wait for the decree.

On arriving at Toulouse, October 27, at noon, the duke had asked for a confessor.

"Father," said he to the priest, "I pray you to put me this moment in the shortest and most certain path to heaven that you can, having nothing more to hope or wish for but God." All his family had hurried up, but without being able to obtain the favor of seeing the king.