eight days; and that the command of the Army that made the Siege, is given me, in order to go and relieve Arras, with Turenne and La Ferté. I remember well that Turenne suffer'd me to be beaten[1] by the Prince of Condé, when the Court was at Gien; perhaps I may find an opportunity to be even with him. If Arras were reliev'd, and Turenne beaten, I should be content[2]; I'll do what I can: I say no more."
He would have related to us all the particulars of the Battle, and what occasion he thought he had to complain of Monsieur de Turenne: but we were inform'd, that the Convoy was got already a good way out of town, which made us take our leaves sooner than we intended to do.
Father Canaye having no Horse of his own, desir'd the Mareschal to lend him one to carry him to the Camp. " And what sort of a Horse will you have, Father?" says the Mareschal.
"I will make you the same answer, my Lord, as good Father Suarez made to the Duke of Medina Sidonia upon the like occasion; qualem me decet esse, mansuetum; such an one as I ought to be, gentle and tractable."
"Qualem me decet esse, mansuetum! I understand a little Latin," said the Mareschal, "mansuetum is a fitter word for Sheep than Horses. Let the Father have my Horse; I love the whole Order, and am his Friend, therefore let them give him my best Horse."
I went to dispatch some small business of my own, but stay'd not long before I rejoin'd the Convoy. We pass'd without danger, but not without some
