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Chapter 158 The Emperor
A month and a half later, on a clear September afternoon, the dignitaries of the entire Spanish Empire were assembled at the Royal Castle in Madrid.
In the past hundreds of years, Madrid was just a small town in the center of the Iberian Peninsula, and it took only a few years for the prominent Spanish court to move here from Valladolid.The town's population has ballooned from 5000 a few years ago to 5000 today as nobles, officials and their servants moved in.And on this afternoon most of these 5000 people, or to be precise, most of them except the insignificant ones, assembled in the great hall of the royal castle in the center of the town, to attend the ceremony for Emperor Charles V (or According to his title in Spain - King Carlos I) held a grand farewell ceremony.
The news of the Emperor's abdication had been formally announced to the Dutch parliamentarians in Brussels a year earlier. Forty years of long reign had transformed the young and energetic Charles von Habsburg into a weary old man, and the vast empire he now ruled had become, for the twilight monarch, The great burden he carried.
Emperor Charles V's long list of illustrious titles meant that even his abdication was destined to be a long ordeal.The Italian territories of the Habsburgs, including Milan and Naples, had passed to his heir Philip some years earlier.At the beginning of this year, the emperor handed over the wealthy Netherlands to Philip in Brussels.
Also in Brussels, the emperor announced his abdication from the throne of the Holy Roman Empire, leaving this noble title, together with Habsburg's Central European territories, including Austria, Bohemia and what had been eroded by Ottoman Turkey. These corners and corners of the Hungarian Kingdom were passed on to his younger brother Ferdinand.The new Emperor Ferdinand I had been the de facto ruler of these lands since 30 years ago, so the edict of abdication was not so much a gift as a ratification.
When spring came, the Emperor sailed out to sea for the last time, leaving Brussels, where he had grown up, and returning to Spain.After months of lengthy ceremonies and countless legal documents being signed, Spain, along with her vast overseas territories, was finally transferred to the hands of Crown Prince Philip, now His Majesty King Philip II.
Tired of government affairs, the emperor designated the Jost Monastery in Extremadura as his hermitage.A week ago, news came from the monastery that this paradise prepared for the former emperor and king had been arranged according to the requirements of the former emperor. So today, a week later, the abdicated emperor will bid farewell to the court forever and go to the place of his choice. The retreat is like an elephant leaving its herd before dying, quietly going to the elephant grave alone, waiting for the arrival of death.
This afternoon, the emperor will attend the last court ceremony, which will also be his last public appearance, and the purpose of this ceremony is to bid farewell to the monarch who has ruled Spain for 40 years.
When there was a burst of noise outside the door, the crowd in the room lowered their heads and turned towards the entrance of the hall as if they had received some kind of signal.
Surrounded by prominent members of the Spanish royal family, the 56-year-old Emperor Charles V walked slowly into the hall, dressed in black and holding a thin crutch in his hand.Decades of heavy state affairs have caused his tall body to bend down, but on that long face with the iconic Habsburg chin, the gaze shot out of the pair of eagle-like eyes is still sharp .The emperor's hair had turned gray, but the bushy eyebrows and beard on his face were still as dark as a youth, forming a strange contrast between the two.
About two steps behind the emperor, the new King Philip II followed his father solemnly, just like a church priest following the bishop step by step, holding the eucharist box and muttering "with you soul together."Compared with a few years ago, Spain's new king looks more and more like a regular clerk, his unsmiling face is clouded by fatigue and wrinkles caused by stress.
The new king worked sixteen hours a day, and he had to write a memorandum every hour, and he had to answer 1000, [-] petitions every month.The servants of the court are like hardworking bees, carrying countless documents and shuttling through the corridors of the palace.The courtiers were horrified to find that their new master was reviewing a flood of documents even at mealtimes and before bedtime.Philip II insisted on personal approval of all issues, and even the selection of the palace chef had to be approved by the king himself.
If Philip had been a minor civil servant, such diligence would obviously have won him the praise of his superiors, but for a king, such an approach is not only futile, but also dangerous-the courtiers naturally feel that they have lost. the king's trust.Governance is an art, and in the world of art, industry far cannot make up for lack of talent.
Walking side by side with the king was his wife Mary Tudor, and two maids supported the arms of the crooked woman so that she would not collapse on the ground.As she passed through the crowd, those nearby clearly smelled the pungent scent of acetic acid smelling salts on Queen Mary.
Today's Queen Mary of Spain is completely different from the high-spirited Princess Mary of Britain two years ago.She still wears the same Spanish hood as her mother's, but all the black hair under the hood has turned white, and now it's even difficult to find a black hair among the white hair.
Queen Mary's feet seemed to be glued to the ground. She didn't seem to be walking, but was slowly rubbing forward under the drag of the two maids, looking like she would faint to the ground at any time.The muscles and fat on her face had completely dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of wrinkled skin loosely wrapped around the skull.Her eyes stared straight ahead, and she muttered softly in a voice that others could hardly hear. Ever since she learned that the news of her pregnancy was completely false two years ago, she has rarely been rational in Princess Mary. resided.And when she was sane, she would just sit there by the window, saying the rosary and weeping alone, as if mourning for a child who never existed.
Behind the couple is the last member of the illustrious family, Philip's son by his first wife, Don Carlos, Prince of Asturias.The 11-year-old boy appeared to be rather thin, with an unhealthy pale complexion.His mouth is not big, and his lips are very thin. If someone observes carefully, one can already see the cruel taste in the gaze exposed in the somewhat swollen eyes.The Venetian ambassador once called him "ugly and repulsive" who "likes neither reading nor exercising but only hurting people".His favorite activity was to burn the poor little animals that fell into his hands in the garden, and even more excessively, he once made the shoemaker eat his dissatisfied shoes.The prince's mother and father were cousins, and a normal person has eight great-grandparents, while Prince Carlos has only four. Such a marriage has created this delicate and flawed crystallization.The disastrous consequences of inbreeding in the Habsburg family are now beginning to emerge.
As these four grotesque figures formed the most prominent royal family in Christendom, a sense of foreboding arose in the hearts of many as they walked through the great shadow cast by the hall's colonnade.
"A big tree with rotten roots." In the colonnade on the side of the hall, the Swedish ambassador turned his head slightly and whispered to the young man beside him.
Robert Dudley shrugged noncommittally, "However, it will be a long time before the whole tree rots."
"Not necessarily." The Swedish ambassador Count von Littenfeld snorted through his nose. This passionate Protestant's opinion of the Spanish royal family, the shield of Catholicism, is already an open secret. "It takes five generations to establish a dynasty." People, but they will be overturned within a generation, such history is simply too numerous to enumerate.”
"I heard that your country attacked two Spanish transport ships in the Atlantic Ocean? This is another heavy blow. They have gone bankrupt. According to the information I have received, they even have to pay the soldiers on the front line of Flanders. I can’t come out.” The Swedish ambassador’s eyebrows fluttered funnyly, “This superficial empire is covered with wounds: Italy, Flanders, Germany, and the Mediterranean, every wound is bleeding out, and now Your country has given them such a sudden, and after a few more tosses, this country with dry walls will die."
"Your calculation method is really frightening." Robert watched the emperor take out a manuscript from his arms, "Besides, our country has not officially fallen out with Spain yet."
"Everyone knows that this will happen sooner or later." The Swedish ambassador approached Robert affectionately, "The king of your country is just waiting for a suitable opportunity."
"Maybe." Robert gently shook off the Swedish ambassador who was stuck to him calmly, "The emperor is about to speak, let us listen to what he has to say."
Sure enough, Emperor Charles V waved his hand towards the master of ceremonies, and then the guards on both sides struck the floor with their halberds a few times to silence the crowd.
"My friends." The emperor spoke solemnly towards the crowd.
"Almost 19 years have passed since I was 40 when I became a candidate for the throne of the Holy Roman Empire before my father's coffin. In those 40 years, everything I have done Not to increase my property, nor to extend my own power, but to actively work for the welfare of the subjects of Spain, Germany, and my other kingdoms, to bring peace among the Christian people, to To unite all the forces that believe in the Holy Cross against heretics and protect the holy faith of God."
"However, regrettably, looking back on my past 40 years of rule now, I find that I have only satisfied a few people, and only a few people have chosen to be loyal to me. I have paid so much energy, and the final result is only Makes me feel tired and sick." The emperor's tone was full of exhaustion, "I overestimated my own strength, the role I want to play, only God can fulfill..."
Philip standing behind his father frowned slightly.
"For this noble purpose, I have made many arduous journeys and waged many arduous wars." He gently unfolded the manuscript in his hand, "I have been to the Low Countries ten times, Germany nine times, and Spain seven times. , to Italy seven times, to France four times, to England twice, to North Africa twice... My life is a long journey.”
"I am well aware that I have made many mistakes, perhaps because I was too young, perhaps because my passions carried me away, or perhaps because I was too tired and my judgment was impaired... But I Never intended to hurt anyone intentionally, and if injustice happened, it was simply due to my incompetence. In my last public appearance, I would like to express my regret for all the tragedies I have unintentionally caused and request Forgiveness to all who may have been offended or hurt by me."
The crowd began to applaud, but the applause sounded weak, and their eyes were full of surprise and suspicion: what the emperor said just now far exceeded the scope of modesty, and it sounded more like self-denial.
"He sounds like he is making a deathbed confession." The Swedish ambassador's lips moved slightly. "It is said that he will not live long... Being a king is a job that damages health, especially with his ruling method.' I've been to the Lowlands ten times, and Germany nine times, as if he were the only one in the empire."
"Isn't his son going too far?" Robert flicked a few grains of dust that fell on his sleeve, "I've never seen a person who almost drowned himself in the ocean of documents."
"That must have been an interesting scene," joked the Swedish ambassador.
"What are the two ambassadors talking about?" A somewhat rough voice came from behind the two.
Robert turned around, looked at the source of the sound, and looked up and down the person who made the sound.
"It's you, Comte d'Epignan, how is the injury on your shoulder?" Robert had an affectionate expression on his face that looked more like sarcasm in the eyes of the other party, "I hope my sword No permanent damage has been done to you."
"Thank you for your concern, Monsieur Marquis." A distorted smile appeared on Count de Epernian's face, which was particularly hideous because of a new scar, "I am fine, but my brother is not so Lucky."
"Oh?" Robert raised his eyebrows.
"He passed away a week ago. Your sword pierced his lung... Doctors tried hard for a month but couldn't save his life." Count de Epernan's eyes began to turn red.
"I am deeply sorry and please convey my condolences to your mother," Robert replied.
"We're not done yet, Monsieur Marquis." Count de Epernian took a step forward, "The dead can enjoy eternal peace, while the living must avenge them."
"I don't see any reason for you to take revenge." Robert looked at the other party coldly, "Your brother died in an open duel, if you didn't want him to be in danger, then you shouldn't have taken him with him in the first place." He came to duel with me, didn't he?"
"Why did you come to provoke me in the first place? It was on the instructions of your master, Prince Don Carlos, am I right? So you, a reckless guy, brought your younger brother and a few people who didn't know A friend of great heights and earth came to me for a duel, so what can I do? When I saw a mad dog on the street, I had no choice but to draw my sword and kill it. This was not only for my own honor, but also to do a good deed for the society.”
"Please pay attention to your words." Count de Epernian clenched his fists tightly. Seeing the increasingly heated atmosphere, the people around him retreated obediently. A circle of open space was left in the middle, as if it was a isolation zone cut down to prevent the spread of forest fires.
"What should I pay attention to?" Robert put his right hand lightly on the hilt of his sword, "I have met countless lunatics like you in the past two years since I came to your country, especially in your country. People like you visit me most often when our country encounters a major military defeat. Why is that, sir? Do you really think that your reckless actions can save your country some face that has been discredited I don't think so, I think it's just crazy, self-defeating... You're only in your twenties, why don't you value your life? Your brother is dead, and you still have a mother , don’t let her suffer the same blow again.”
Count de Epernant tore off his sweat-soaked glove from his convulsed hand. He raised the glove and was about to throw it at Robert's face, but someone grabbed his wrist.
A court attendant nodded slightly to the Count de Epernian, but did not let go of the Count's hand at all.
The attendant turned his head to Robert again, "His Majesty the King and the former Emperor wish to meet with the British Ambassador, His Excellency the Marquess of Pembroke."
Robert cast his gaze in the direction of the throne, and sure enough, the figures of the four members of the royal family had disappeared from there.
"You see, Monsieur," said Robert to the Count de Epernian, "your Majesty the King has something to say to me, and I cannot keep a king and an emperor waiting, and I can only regret I will refuse the invitation you did not express just now. However, if you are still interested in this in the future, I am looking forward to your arrival anytime."
He nodded to the count de Epignan, and then left under the leadership of the court attendant, leaving the dejected count de Epignan alone.
In the past hundreds of years, Madrid was just a small town in the center of the Iberian Peninsula, and it took only a few years for the prominent Spanish court to move here from Valladolid.The town's population has ballooned from 5000 a few years ago to 5000 today as nobles, officials and their servants moved in.And on this afternoon most of these 5000 people, or to be precise, most of them except the insignificant ones, assembled in the great hall of the royal castle in the center of the town, to attend the ceremony for Emperor Charles V (or According to his title in Spain - King Carlos I) held a grand farewell ceremony.
The news of the Emperor's abdication had been formally announced to the Dutch parliamentarians in Brussels a year earlier. Forty years of long reign had transformed the young and energetic Charles von Habsburg into a weary old man, and the vast empire he now ruled had become, for the twilight monarch, The great burden he carried.
Emperor Charles V's long list of illustrious titles meant that even his abdication was destined to be a long ordeal.The Italian territories of the Habsburgs, including Milan and Naples, had passed to his heir Philip some years earlier.At the beginning of this year, the emperor handed over the wealthy Netherlands to Philip in Brussels.
Also in Brussels, the emperor announced his abdication from the throne of the Holy Roman Empire, leaving this noble title, together with Habsburg's Central European territories, including Austria, Bohemia and what had been eroded by Ottoman Turkey. These corners and corners of the Hungarian Kingdom were passed on to his younger brother Ferdinand.The new Emperor Ferdinand I had been the de facto ruler of these lands since 30 years ago, so the edict of abdication was not so much a gift as a ratification.
When spring came, the Emperor sailed out to sea for the last time, leaving Brussels, where he had grown up, and returning to Spain.After months of lengthy ceremonies and countless legal documents being signed, Spain, along with her vast overseas territories, was finally transferred to the hands of Crown Prince Philip, now His Majesty King Philip II.
Tired of government affairs, the emperor designated the Jost Monastery in Extremadura as his hermitage.A week ago, news came from the monastery that this paradise prepared for the former emperor and king had been arranged according to the requirements of the former emperor. So today, a week later, the abdicated emperor will bid farewell to the court forever and go to the place of his choice. The retreat is like an elephant leaving its herd before dying, quietly going to the elephant grave alone, waiting for the arrival of death.
This afternoon, the emperor will attend the last court ceremony, which will also be his last public appearance, and the purpose of this ceremony is to bid farewell to the monarch who has ruled Spain for 40 years.
When there was a burst of noise outside the door, the crowd in the room lowered their heads and turned towards the entrance of the hall as if they had received some kind of signal.
Surrounded by prominent members of the Spanish royal family, the 56-year-old Emperor Charles V walked slowly into the hall, dressed in black and holding a thin crutch in his hand.Decades of heavy state affairs have caused his tall body to bend down, but on that long face with the iconic Habsburg chin, the gaze shot out of the pair of eagle-like eyes is still sharp .The emperor's hair had turned gray, but the bushy eyebrows and beard on his face were still as dark as a youth, forming a strange contrast between the two.
About two steps behind the emperor, the new King Philip II followed his father solemnly, just like a church priest following the bishop step by step, holding the eucharist box and muttering "with you soul together."Compared with a few years ago, Spain's new king looks more and more like a regular clerk, his unsmiling face is clouded by fatigue and wrinkles caused by stress.
The new king worked sixteen hours a day, and he had to write a memorandum every hour, and he had to answer 1000, [-] petitions every month.The servants of the court are like hardworking bees, carrying countless documents and shuttling through the corridors of the palace.The courtiers were horrified to find that their new master was reviewing a flood of documents even at mealtimes and before bedtime.Philip II insisted on personal approval of all issues, and even the selection of the palace chef had to be approved by the king himself.
If Philip had been a minor civil servant, such diligence would obviously have won him the praise of his superiors, but for a king, such an approach is not only futile, but also dangerous-the courtiers naturally feel that they have lost. the king's trust.Governance is an art, and in the world of art, industry far cannot make up for lack of talent.
Walking side by side with the king was his wife Mary Tudor, and two maids supported the arms of the crooked woman so that she would not collapse on the ground.As she passed through the crowd, those nearby clearly smelled the pungent scent of acetic acid smelling salts on Queen Mary.
Today's Queen Mary of Spain is completely different from the high-spirited Princess Mary of Britain two years ago.She still wears the same Spanish hood as her mother's, but all the black hair under the hood has turned white, and now it's even difficult to find a black hair among the white hair.
Queen Mary's feet seemed to be glued to the ground. She didn't seem to be walking, but was slowly rubbing forward under the drag of the two maids, looking like she would faint to the ground at any time.The muscles and fat on her face had completely dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of wrinkled skin loosely wrapped around the skull.Her eyes stared straight ahead, and she muttered softly in a voice that others could hardly hear. Ever since she learned that the news of her pregnancy was completely false two years ago, she has rarely been rational in Princess Mary. resided.And when she was sane, she would just sit there by the window, saying the rosary and weeping alone, as if mourning for a child who never existed.
Behind the couple is the last member of the illustrious family, Philip's son by his first wife, Don Carlos, Prince of Asturias.The 11-year-old boy appeared to be rather thin, with an unhealthy pale complexion.His mouth is not big, and his lips are very thin. If someone observes carefully, one can already see the cruel taste in the gaze exposed in the somewhat swollen eyes.The Venetian ambassador once called him "ugly and repulsive" who "likes neither reading nor exercising but only hurting people".His favorite activity was to burn the poor little animals that fell into his hands in the garden, and even more excessively, he once made the shoemaker eat his dissatisfied shoes.The prince's mother and father were cousins, and a normal person has eight great-grandparents, while Prince Carlos has only four. Such a marriage has created this delicate and flawed crystallization.The disastrous consequences of inbreeding in the Habsburg family are now beginning to emerge.
As these four grotesque figures formed the most prominent royal family in Christendom, a sense of foreboding arose in the hearts of many as they walked through the great shadow cast by the hall's colonnade.
"A big tree with rotten roots." In the colonnade on the side of the hall, the Swedish ambassador turned his head slightly and whispered to the young man beside him.
Robert Dudley shrugged noncommittally, "However, it will be a long time before the whole tree rots."
"Not necessarily." The Swedish ambassador Count von Littenfeld snorted through his nose. This passionate Protestant's opinion of the Spanish royal family, the shield of Catholicism, is already an open secret. "It takes five generations to establish a dynasty." People, but they will be overturned within a generation, such history is simply too numerous to enumerate.”
"I heard that your country attacked two Spanish transport ships in the Atlantic Ocean? This is another heavy blow. They have gone bankrupt. According to the information I have received, they even have to pay the soldiers on the front line of Flanders. I can’t come out.” The Swedish ambassador’s eyebrows fluttered funnyly, “This superficial empire is covered with wounds: Italy, Flanders, Germany, and the Mediterranean, every wound is bleeding out, and now Your country has given them such a sudden, and after a few more tosses, this country with dry walls will die."
"Your calculation method is really frightening." Robert watched the emperor take out a manuscript from his arms, "Besides, our country has not officially fallen out with Spain yet."
"Everyone knows that this will happen sooner or later." The Swedish ambassador approached Robert affectionately, "The king of your country is just waiting for a suitable opportunity."
"Maybe." Robert gently shook off the Swedish ambassador who was stuck to him calmly, "The emperor is about to speak, let us listen to what he has to say."
Sure enough, Emperor Charles V waved his hand towards the master of ceremonies, and then the guards on both sides struck the floor with their halberds a few times to silence the crowd.
"My friends." The emperor spoke solemnly towards the crowd.
"Almost 19 years have passed since I was 40 when I became a candidate for the throne of the Holy Roman Empire before my father's coffin. In those 40 years, everything I have done Not to increase my property, nor to extend my own power, but to actively work for the welfare of the subjects of Spain, Germany, and my other kingdoms, to bring peace among the Christian people, to To unite all the forces that believe in the Holy Cross against heretics and protect the holy faith of God."
"However, regrettably, looking back on my past 40 years of rule now, I find that I have only satisfied a few people, and only a few people have chosen to be loyal to me. I have paid so much energy, and the final result is only Makes me feel tired and sick." The emperor's tone was full of exhaustion, "I overestimated my own strength, the role I want to play, only God can fulfill..."
Philip standing behind his father frowned slightly.
"For this noble purpose, I have made many arduous journeys and waged many arduous wars." He gently unfolded the manuscript in his hand, "I have been to the Low Countries ten times, Germany nine times, and Spain seven times. , to Italy seven times, to France four times, to England twice, to North Africa twice... My life is a long journey.”
"I am well aware that I have made many mistakes, perhaps because I was too young, perhaps because my passions carried me away, or perhaps because I was too tired and my judgment was impaired... But I Never intended to hurt anyone intentionally, and if injustice happened, it was simply due to my incompetence. In my last public appearance, I would like to express my regret for all the tragedies I have unintentionally caused and request Forgiveness to all who may have been offended or hurt by me."
The crowd began to applaud, but the applause sounded weak, and their eyes were full of surprise and suspicion: what the emperor said just now far exceeded the scope of modesty, and it sounded more like self-denial.
"He sounds like he is making a deathbed confession." The Swedish ambassador's lips moved slightly. "It is said that he will not live long... Being a king is a job that damages health, especially with his ruling method.' I've been to the Lowlands ten times, and Germany nine times, as if he were the only one in the empire."
"Isn't his son going too far?" Robert flicked a few grains of dust that fell on his sleeve, "I've never seen a person who almost drowned himself in the ocean of documents."
"That must have been an interesting scene," joked the Swedish ambassador.
"What are the two ambassadors talking about?" A somewhat rough voice came from behind the two.
Robert turned around, looked at the source of the sound, and looked up and down the person who made the sound.
"It's you, Comte d'Epignan, how is the injury on your shoulder?" Robert had an affectionate expression on his face that looked more like sarcasm in the eyes of the other party, "I hope my sword No permanent damage has been done to you."
"Thank you for your concern, Monsieur Marquis." A distorted smile appeared on Count de Epernian's face, which was particularly hideous because of a new scar, "I am fine, but my brother is not so Lucky."
"Oh?" Robert raised his eyebrows.
"He passed away a week ago. Your sword pierced his lung... Doctors tried hard for a month but couldn't save his life." Count de Epernan's eyes began to turn red.
"I am deeply sorry and please convey my condolences to your mother," Robert replied.
"We're not done yet, Monsieur Marquis." Count de Epernian took a step forward, "The dead can enjoy eternal peace, while the living must avenge them."
"I don't see any reason for you to take revenge." Robert looked at the other party coldly, "Your brother died in an open duel, if you didn't want him to be in danger, then you shouldn't have taken him with him in the first place." He came to duel with me, didn't he?"
"Why did you come to provoke me in the first place? It was on the instructions of your master, Prince Don Carlos, am I right? So you, a reckless guy, brought your younger brother and a few people who didn't know A friend of great heights and earth came to me for a duel, so what can I do? When I saw a mad dog on the street, I had no choice but to draw my sword and kill it. This was not only for my own honor, but also to do a good deed for the society.”
"Please pay attention to your words." Count de Epernian clenched his fists tightly. Seeing the increasingly heated atmosphere, the people around him retreated obediently. A circle of open space was left in the middle, as if it was a isolation zone cut down to prevent the spread of forest fires.
"What should I pay attention to?" Robert put his right hand lightly on the hilt of his sword, "I have met countless lunatics like you in the past two years since I came to your country, especially in your country. People like you visit me most often when our country encounters a major military defeat. Why is that, sir? Do you really think that your reckless actions can save your country some face that has been discredited I don't think so, I think it's just crazy, self-defeating... You're only in your twenties, why don't you value your life? Your brother is dead, and you still have a mother , don’t let her suffer the same blow again.”
Count de Epernant tore off his sweat-soaked glove from his convulsed hand. He raised the glove and was about to throw it at Robert's face, but someone grabbed his wrist.
A court attendant nodded slightly to the Count de Epernian, but did not let go of the Count's hand at all.
The attendant turned his head to Robert again, "His Majesty the King and the former Emperor wish to meet with the British Ambassador, His Excellency the Marquess of Pembroke."
Robert cast his gaze in the direction of the throne, and sure enough, the figures of the four members of the royal family had disappeared from there.
"You see, Monsieur," said Robert to the Count de Epernian, "your Majesty the King has something to say to me, and I cannot keep a king and an emperor waiting, and I can only regret I will refuse the invitation you did not express just now. However, if you are still interested in this in the future, I am looking forward to your arrival anytime."
He nodded to the count de Epignan, and then left under the leadership of the court attendant, leaving the dejected count de Epignan alone.
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