You will tell me, that it is luck which has made him take fortresses without ever having conducted a siege before, which has made him, without any experience, command armies successfully, which has always led him, as it were, by the hand, and preserved him amidst precipices into which he had thrown himself, and which, in fact, has often made him appear bold, wise, and far-sighted: let us look at him, then, in misfortune, and see if he had less boldness, wisdom, and far sightedness.

Affairs were not going over well in Italy, and we had met with scarcely more success before Dole.
When it was known that the enemy had entered Picardy, that all is a-flame to the very banks of the Oise, everybody takes fright, and the chief city of the realm is in consternation.

On top of that come advices from Burgundy that the siege of Dole is raised, and from Saintonge that there are fifteen thousand peasants revolted, and that there is fear lest Poitou and Guienne may follow this example.

Bad news comes thickly, the sky is overcast on all sides, the tempest beats upon us in all directions, and from no quarter whatever does a single ray of good fortune shine upon us.

Amidst all this darkness, did the cardinal see less clearly?
Did he lose his head during all this tempest?
Did he not still hold the helm in one hand, and the compass in the other?
Did he throw himself into the boat to save his life?
Nay, if the great ship he commanded were to be lost, did he not show that he was ready to die before all the rest?
Was it luck that drew him out of this labyrinth, or was it his own prudence, steadiness, and magnanimity?
Our enemies are fifteen leagues from Paris, and his are inside it.