Marguerite and Constance Bonacieux walked up to Queen Anne's desk as they were told to. "My husband is so depressed," she said. "He didn't want get up today to be with the Musketeers." She then opened the doors to the court where the ladies found him sitting all by himself on his throne. Marguerite greeted him while Constance came up behind the throne to kiss him sweetly on his forehead.
"Are you all right?" Marguerite asked him after seeing him crying.
"I miss my mama." he sobbed. "She never told me if she' was coming here."
"She will come for about a week or two." Connie informed. Marguerite offered him for a drink or to eat or sleep but he said no with tears streaming down his face.
"What do you want?"
"A bedtime story." he said.
Of course, a spirited yarn would sure to make His Majesty feel better. Connie breathed in deeply and weaved her tale:
There were three rouges came to the hall door
they were brave and bold
One sang high and the other sang low
and the third sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o
Upstairs, downstairs the lady went
donned a leather suit
there was a cry behind the door
she's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was late that the lord came in
Inquiring for his lady-o
servant girl replied to her lord
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Oh, saddle for me and my white steed
My big horse is not speedy-o
I will ride and seek my bride
She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o
He rode east and rode west
he rode north and south also
When he went came to the wide open plain
it was there he saw his lady...
"And then what happened?" Louis asked.
"That's the end." Connie replied.
"I wonder if it was about me," he said when a messenger came with a letter for Louis written by his nanny but he got hungry to read it himself so he requested to be read while being nursed by Connie though she wasn't pregnant.
Was that song about Queen Anne or me, thought Louis.
Are the rouges the musketeers, Marguerite pondered also. "Anyway, I enjoyed it." And so did Constance and Louis who indeed felt better.
THE END