61/64 "My name is Louis XIV.," answered the child. "Not yet, my son, not yet," said the king, softly. did not cling to life: it had been sad and burdensome to him by the mere fact of his own melancholy and singular character, not that God had denied him prosperity or success. He had the windows opened of his chamber in the new castle of St.Germain looking towards the Abbey of St.Denis, where he had, at last, just laid the body of the queen his mother, hitherto resting at Cologne. "Let me see my last resting-place," he said to his servants. |