Chapter 887 The Saint
Joseph patted his forehead and almost forgot about the Pope.
He turned around and nodded to the Earl Debennac, "Please tell your Majesty that I will definitely treat the Holy Father well."
When the queen's maid left, Joseph said to Emman, "Please let Mr. Fouche and Viscount Besanson come to see me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Half an hour later, the Director of Intelligence and the Director of Police came to the Prince's reception room and saluted Joseph with his chest: "Your Highness."
Joseph signaled to the sofa, "Please sit down. I want to tell you about the Holy Father's coming to Paris."
Fu Xue said hurriedly: "Please rest assured that I have mobilized more than 400 agents and have undergone five rounds of screening. There will definitely be no accidents."
Joseph nodded calmly: "I don't care about safety."
Fouche and Besanson looked at each other and looked at the prince again: "What do you mean?"
Joseph did not answer, but asked Fuche first, "Where is that Cardinal Muzarelli now?" [Note 1]"
"In the basement of St. Sylbis Church, His Highness." said the Director of Intelligence, "My people are guarding him day and night."
Muzarelli came to Paris last week. However, when he walked to the far suburbs, Joseph asked the intelligence agency to intercept him secretly.
"Very good," said Joseph. "Please prepare him a complete set of etiquette utensils, and then..."
A look of surprise flashed in Fuche's eyes, but he still nodded, "Yes, Your Highness."
Joseph looked at Besanson again: "You have to do this the day before the Pope's journey into Paris..."
"Yes, Your Highness."
An hour later, Fouche and Besanson walked out of the prince's living room. The two looked at each other again, Besanson drew a cross on his chest, but Fouchy's face showed a smile.
Three days later.
Pope Pius VI's ceremonial guards slowly move forward on the empty King's Avenue, which is more than 10 kilometers away from Paris.
The Pope was riding in was like a moving palace, led by twelve pure white horses, and behind the golden carriage wrapped in shock-absorbing silk on the wheels, followed by many farmers who saw the ceremonial guard along the way.
At this moment, more than 300 Parisian policemen appeared in front of them. Under the command of Besanson, they surrounded Pius VI's ceremonial guard and dispersed the onlookers for safety reasons.
Besanson bowed his head and confessed secretly, then came to Pius VI's car, but did not kneel down according to the etiquette to salute. He simply stroked his chest and bowed, and whispered loudly: "The kind and great Holy Father, for some special reasons, you need to change the car."
The fat Pius VI got out of the car with the help of two priests and looked at Besanson in confusion: "Who are you?"
"Chief of the French Police Department, Jacques Pierre de Besanson." Besanson signaled to the white "Gem VI" carriage not far away, "You will take that car to the Palace of Versailles."
The priest beside Pius VI frowned: "Why do you do this?"
"The Police Department received a tip that someone planned an assassination against the Holy Father. You know, some people in Paris are dissatisfied with the Holy Church."
Pius VI glanced at his luxurious car: "My car is safe, Mr. Director."
He waited for a while, and saw that Besanson was unmoved, so he nodded: "Thank you for your arrangement. Let's go to that car."
The priest beside him made a gesture to the Vatican guards standing around him, and the Swiss mercenaries in red uniform immediately lined up to walk towards the white carriage.
Besanson raised his hand and stopped the captain of the guard: "Please go to the inn to rest. The task of protecting the Holy Father will be undertaken by the Paris police."
The captain of the Holy See firmly pushed away his hand and issued a order to continue moving forward to the guard.
Besanson sighed, raised his right hand and waved it. Hundreds of Paris police immediately trotted up and blocked the Holy See's Guards to both sides of the road.
The captain of the Holy See's guard looked at Besanson and said in a deep voice: "We all have made an oath to never leave the Holy Father for life. What do you want to do?"
Besanson looked at Pius VI again: "Holy Father, for your safety, my people must be responsible for the guarding."
The Pope stood in front of the carriage, a little at a loss.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and Besanson sighed again and raised his right hand again.
More than a hundred policemen in the distance instantly took off the flintlock rifle behind them, pulled the hammer and pointed at the Holy See Guards.
These police officers were carefully selected by Besanson, most of whom came out of the St. Anthony District Police Station with His Royal Highness the Prince. As long as it is the prince's order, let alone pointing their guns at the Holy See's guards, they will implement it without hesitation even if they open fire on the Pope.
The Holy See Guards had less than 150 people, and most of them were equipped with long halberds and only 40 flintlock rifles, so they didn't dare to move around.
Pius VI quickly waved to the captain of the guard and said, "Leonhard, do what this gentleman said."
"This," the captain of the guard glanced at the black flintlock muzzle around him, gritted his teeth and signaled to his subordinates, "retreat."
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The next day.
Several luxurious but common "gem" carriages slowly drove into Paris.
The convoy was surrounded by nearly 200 neatly queued Paris police, and even the musicians were drawn from the police station band.
There was no red carpet along the way, and no children sprinkled petals. At first glance, it looked like the police station was escorting a severely sentenced prisoner into the city.
The Parisians gathered in surprise and whispered to what was going on.
Soon, people noticed the high-level priests in front of the convoy wearing purple robes and carrying ebony holy thrones, holding the holy body box and wearing lily crowns.
And the cross flag held by the police in front of the carriage, on which were the pattern of two crossed St. Peter's keys - that was the badge of the Holy See.
Someone exclaimed: "This, this seems to be the Pope's ceremonial guard!"
Pius VI poked his head out of the car window and waved to passers-by with an awkward smile.
No wonder the citizens of Paris didn't know that the Pope was coming. In this era of information blockage, if newspapers do not report, even if someone in the Palace of Versailles releases the news, few people will hear the news.
Finally, after a long and tormenting journey, Pius VI's ceremonial war came not far from Versailles.
The devout Louis XVI and Queen Mary were already dressed in their grand dress and welcomed them here with thousands of nobles.
When Pius VI saw the familiar grand scene, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a convoy of more than ten carriages, under the protection of sixty or seventy Vatican guards, rushed from the northeast direction.
The convoy and the Pope's ceremonial war were mixed together and suddenly became in chaos.
Queen Mary looked at the scene in shock and said to the captain of the guard beside her: "What's wrong with this?"
The latter hurriedly went to ask, and soon returned to the queen and said, "Your Majesty, that is the ceremonial guard of Cardinal Muzarelli. He happened to be visiting today..."
[Note 1] "Prince of Cardinal" is a kind of honor awarded to Cardinal by the Holy See, and its red robe is slightly different from other cardinals.
(This chapter ends)