The Dauphin Louis the Younger had never seen such a person, as Louis said, the worst person he had ever seen was already a class beyond the reach of ordinary people - not that those attendants or servants had titles, they worked in Versailles or the Louvre, and they were able to touch big people who were not approachable by ordinary people, such as the Marquis de Loiss, like the minister Colbert, like Prince Conte, sometimes they just said a few words, or even just smiled, or looked unhappy, such information can be sold for a lot of money. The fireplace servants at the lowest level of the palace - that is, the person responsible for lighting the fireplace in each room, can also get hundreds of livres from the outside every month, don't think that such people have nothing to buy - when the fireplaces in the rooms of the Louvre and Versailles are lit, how many are allowed to be lit in a suite, and what kind of charcoal is used, all of which are a good indication of whether the king values and cares for the guests in this room.

The income of a hundred livres a month, converted into real money, is a thousand francs a year, and some people may not be able to understand this concretely, so to speak, in England the noble class is divided according to the income of fifteen hundred pounds a year, and a wealthy peasant, he can earn no more than twenty pounds a year—and these Tatars, even if they come, are the leaders of the Tatars, cunning and shrewd, but his most valuable possessions are probably his horses and a few muskets.

As for the other pleasures, the Tatars did not care much, not even to be compared with Louis's officers, he could not even compare with a servant in the army, he and his brothers, the sons and daughters, sought survival first and foremost, horses and guns were always the first priority.

So when the Tatar chieftain, according to tradition, promised to put himself and his wife and children at the king's knees, like a slave swearing loyalty to his master, Louis XIV asked him for the child, and he thought that the king wanted some hostages—who knew that the king would be willing to make them servants of his heir...... He and his brother stood in the shadows, watching two very different people leave in front of them, and his brother couldn't help but smack his tongue: "You see it." ”

"I saw it. "The Tatar chief said that the crown prince and his retinue, no matter how simple they were, were dressed in silk, and that the collar that came out of their coat was as beautiful as a cascading flower, and that the children of the Tatars, even the children of the chief, were only dressed in a sheepskin robe, and as for what was in it, God knows!

"That's not what I'm talking about," said his brother, "how beautiful the boy is, and if he gets it to Istanbul, the black eunuch of the Sultan will exchange it for a whole chest of pearls or precious stones." ”

Without thinking, the Tatar leader slapped his brother on the back of the head, "You're an idiot!," he whispered, but not because his brother had the idea that although they worked for the great Polish nobility, when they had no eyes to watch, they would also plunder white-skinned women and children, sometimes directly to merchants, sometimes to Istanbul in person—children would probably cost more than women, but: "Don't be stupid," he said, licking his lips. Think about it, even if you can be a slave of the king......"

"He's not a king yet. ”

"Someday it will be," said the Tatar chief, "the tradition of the French is different from ours, they value the firstborn very much, I mean, the first son born to the wife they marry in the witness of God, even if he is an idiot, he must give his inheritance to him." ”

"Do you want Anwo to be the prince's squire?"

"And Meadow," said the Tatar chieftain, "they cannot have many wives, but they can have many women, and the most favored of them will become the king's closest men—their children will also become dukes or princes, and I have heard that our king has two sons who are not born to wives, and now they are dukes, and have a large domain, and the eldest son is betrothed to the daughter of an archduke." ”

"Oh God, Oh God, O God, O Jesus Christ. His brother's eyes lit up suddenly, and he stretched out his finger and made two random gestures on his body, "Is this true?"

"It is true," said the Tatar chieftain, "so don't say such stupid things, that child is much more valuable than you think." ”

"But I always find it a little strange," said his brother, "why should this king, with so many brave soldiers, so many good weapons, and loyal attendants, keep us?"

"I don't know very well," said the Tatar chieftain, "but he must have his intentions, and don't think that these noble and rich men will be unjustly generous, they can be fine." ”

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The Dauphin Louis the Younger was only curious, for the first time he had seen such men—how to say, the most reproclaimed thing about the children of the Tatars was their rudeness, which was reflected not only in their rough reddish-brown skin, in their shiny knotted sheepskin coats, or in their boots studded with copper toes, and in their flat hats, which were not taken off even in the scorching sun, but also in their agile figures, their light steps, and their bright black eyes, which at a glance they knew were the possession of hunters.

Both men and women wore long hair in braids and earrings, and the Tatars and Ottomans, like the Poles, thought that a beard was the only way to show masculinity, so some young people were eager to grow their beards early, but the children sent by the Tatar chieftain, his son Anwo and his daughter Medo, were about the same age as the crown prince, and Anwo had not yet had time to grow a beard, but he spoke and did things with the momentum of an adult.

They had come from the stables to the inner square because the crown prince had promised them the muskets and swords he had given them.

A group of older children ran to the storeroom, the Dauphin had Louis' warrant here, and Anwo glanced at his companions who were happily trying on their weapons, pointed to the boxes that were being opened and asked, "Can we have clothes like that?"

When little Louis saw that it was the uniform of the Guard, he immediately shook his head: "No," he said, "it is the uniform of obedience and loyalty that only the soldiers and officers of my father and the king have." ”

"But aren't we your father's soldiers now?" Anwar asked.

"No," said little Louis patiently, "they were all men who had fought with my father once or twice," he briefly explained, the epaulettes and logos on his uniform, and so on. Anwar nodded, "I see," he pulled out his axe pinned to his waist and swung it in the air, "If I also behead an enemy on the battlefield, one or two, I should be qualified to wear such a garment." ”

"Yes," said Louis Jr., "the musket and the sword are my own, so I may give them to you, but the uniform is public property, and even my father cannot allow anyone without merit to wear a military uniform without cause," he said earnestly, "even if you go to war, you must remember to go to your commander, so that your exploits may be recorded." ”

"Sir, we are Tatars, and we should be left alone in an army. Anwo said, while quietly exchanging a look with Meadow, it seems that their father's first plan is not working, the French Dauphin is simple, but the French army already has extremely strict rules and regulations, they cannot rely on the crown prince's liking to move over the original class overnight.

"I have heard that the Tatars have always been a brave people. Little Louis said, "You will surely be able to do great things." ”

"This is what we desire and expect, for you and your father and king, our most gracious and generous hosts. Anwo said, stroking his chest at the same time.

Louis the Crown Prince found that the more he knew about these Tatars, the more difficult it was to understand their enthusiasm for war—he did not know how to describe it, his father had the bravest soldiers in the world, but they were also afraid of death and suffering, and these Tatars, no matter how young they were, whether they were men or women, they welcomed war as if it were a feast, and they threw themselves into it, saying that it was war, and it was more like having fun.

Louis didn't answer him right away, he just said, let little Louis continue to look, to listen, to think: "Maybe the answer will be in front of you tomorrow." This father who is sometimes quite irresponsible.

The next day, the Marquis de Loire saw the Crown Prince and the Tatars flee out of Camnico and hunt in the nearby hills and woods.

If you want to talk about safety, this place should be absolutely safe, not to mention that there are more than 100,000 troops stationed on the high grounds, and the vicinity of this city with an emperor and three kings has long been carefully grated, and little Louis is not only Tatars around him, he also has his own musketeers and guards, but the Marquis of Lois still insists on reminding His Majesty that such a thing can only be one, not two.

"Do you feel ...... Your Majesty," the Marquis of Lois tactfully admonished, "His Highness the Dauphin has become a little ...... lately Straightforward?"

"You mean to say that he has become rude," Louis replied frankly, "to your annoyance, he is no longer the Dauphin, who is willing to conform to the old customs," and he leaned back with a marvelous expression, "But when will my child, the future king of France, obey the rules and laws that others have made?"

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It wasn't until the Marquis de Lois returned to his room that he realized that his shirt was clinging to his back.

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This is also the reason why Bontang no longer persuaded Louis, since the crown prince was with those Tatars, Bontang realized that compared with Louis XIV, the crown prince Louis the little was like a rose raised in the court, although it bloomed beautifully, it was difficult to break away from the rules and barriers set for him - the traditions of the Louvre and Versailles, some of which were harmless, but others would become the king's constraints, which Louis the little who had everything going well since his infancy could not tell. When he grew up and inherited the position of Louis XIV, the royal power that had been consolidated and concentrated by several generations of French kings was likely to fall short because of this small flaw, and France would return to the state of chaos in which the princes were in a state of chaos, and the army established by Louis XIV, the territories seized and the new educational, military, and political system would quietly collapse like a castle in the air.

Little Louis himself should have noticed it, otherwise he would not have deliberately alienated some of his attendants who were originally very close.

You know, if Louis had not taken the Crown Prince with him, those men might have dared to point fingers at the Crown Prince—the Tatars, though savage, knew very well who they were, and how they should serve their little masters—and the attitude they showed was immediately superior to that of the other attendants, even if the Crown Prince Louis the Younger knew that they were of different origins...... But as Louis XIV said, who is not a loyal servant in the presence of a king?

But this did not help but frustrate little Louis, for his tolerance did not lead to equal gratitude, and he did not even want to see them again—and on this day, while the Marquis de Lois was drenched in a cold sweat by the king's rhetorical question, he had gone out hunting with the Tatars and some musketeers.

Surrounded by the Sava River in the Alps, Kamnino is home to an innumerable array of red deer, goats, wolves, foxes and stoats, the last of which is one of the most desired prey for the Crown Prince.

From morning till noon, each man's saddlebag was filled with several kinds of prey, and a fat red deer, which was supposed to be sufficient, but the crown prince still had a little regret that they had not been able to hunt even a single stoat today.

At this moment, Anwo, the son of the Tatar chieftain beside him, suddenly let out a whistle, like a bird flapping its wings, which the French did not understand, but the Tatars understood at once, and they quickly hurried forward, and after the short sound of the longbow and the crossbow, a stoat jumped out like lightning from under the hooves of the horses, and little Louis shouted, and immediately chased after him.

The hound barked, the people followed the crown prince, and the stoats galloped with them in a panic, and the trees went from sparse to dense, and several times little Louis was almost knocked off his horse by a bouncing branch, and he leaned down while chasing the white shadow.

It ran as fast as it could, and with those who wanted to hunt it, it turned at least a dozen turns, crossed a stream, and crossed several fallen trees, as if in an instant, it suddenly appeared in an open circular field—a clearing formed by the fall of trees due to thunder and lightning or decay, and several men sat on the ground, around a small pile of fire, and one man reached out and grabbed it by the tail and lifted it up, and the ferret let out a sharp scream.

The man, as well as the few people around the fire, were dumbfounded, and they could not have imagined that a group of Tatars and French knights would suddenly appear at this point.