Permit, said he, a faithful Subject, to presume to enquire into the
Secrets of your Highness. You know, Sire, my respectful Attachment to
your august Person. You also know, that your Glory and Satisfaction are
dearer to me than my very Life. Vouchsafe then, Sire, to disclose to me
the Cause of that Sorrow which incessantly preys upon you. Let the Heart
of a faithful Servant be the Depository of all your Disquietudes.
Possibly Means may be discover'd to mitigate them.--_Kelirieu_,
perceiving that his Discourse made no Impression upon the King, who
indeed continued in the same Posture, without seeming to give the least
Attention to it, proceeded thus. But, Sire, I see my Presumption offends
you. I have lost the Confidence of my Sovereign. It is enough, let your
Highness speak, and decide the Fate of a Subject, who is become hateful
to himself, by being hateful to you.

The Firmness with which _Kelirieu_ pronounced these last Words, roused
the King from his Lethargy. No, my dear Friend, said he, raising him up,
I still love you, and the only Reason why I do not impart my Sorrows to
you, is, because they are without Remedy, and you would only have the
Trouble of knowing them, without the Power of redressing them.--The
Queen.--Ah! enquire no farther? I must either forfeit my everlasting
Happiness, or lose the Esteem of my Subjects. But I am fully determined,
there is no room for Hesitation, for I am unalterably fixed in my
Choice. Withdraw, and leave me to strengthen my Resolutions.

_Kelirieu_ insisted no farther, but hastened to acquaint the _Mollak_,
that he had already search'd the King's Wound. And since, added he,
I have drawn out of his Heart the fatal Secret which was lodg'd in it,
I flatter myself, that in a short Time, I shall entirely complete the
Cure. 'Tis a good Step, replied _Jeflur_, to have comforted
_Zeokinizul_, but that is not enough. You must still induce him to