The stars will tell our friend, the Abbe, a story to suit our purposes.

The French king and his ambassadors will find their match in me, I warrant you.

I have bought Lilly, body and soul--with promises." The king shrugged his shoulders and whispered: "With promises, you understand, Baron Ned, with promises.

Now give him a chance at the Abbe." Charles laughed and chuckled in self-gratulation, not the least suspecting that he was talking to the wrong man and playing into the French king's hand.

I bore in mind the fact that the king had bought Lilly with promises, and I determined to buy the good Doctor with ready gold.
"I'll try to carry out your Majesty's commands," I answered, apparently doubtful of my ability.