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to the table and wrote this letter:

〃DEAR CAROLINE OF MY HEART;The fatal moment has come: I am to
suffer the death penalty。  In an hour you will be a widow; our
children will be fatherless: remember me; never forget my memory。  I
die innocent; my life is taken from me unjustly。

〃Good…bye; Achilles good…bye; Laetitia; goodbye; Lucien; good…bye;
Louise。

〃Show yourselves worthy of me; I leave you in a world and in a
kingdom full of my enemies。  Show yourselves superior to adversity;
and remember never to think yourselves better than you are;
remembering what you have been。

〃Farewell。  I bless you all。  Never curse my memory。  Remember that
the worst pang of my agony is in dying far from my children; far from
my wife; without a friend to close my eyes。  Farewell; my own
Caroline。  Farewell; my children。  I send you my blessing; my most
tender tears; my last kisses。  Farewell; farewell。  Never forget your
unhappy father;

〃Pizzo; Oct。 13; 1815

'We can guarantee the authenticity of this letter; having copied it
ourselves at Pizzo; from the Lavaliere Alcala's copy of the original'


Then he cut off a lock of his hair and put it in his letter。  Just
then General Nunziante came in; Murat went to him and held out his
hand。

〃General;〃 he said; 〃 you are a father; you are a husband; one day
you will know what it is to part from your wife and sons。  Swear to
me that this letter shall be delivered。〃

〃On my epaulettes;〃 said the general; wiping his eyes。 'Madame Murat
never received this letter。'

〃Come; come; courage; general;〃 said Murat; 〃we are soldiers; we know
how to face death。  One favouryou will let me give the order to
fire; will you not?〃

The general signed acquiescence: just then the registrar came in with
the king's sentence in his hand。

Murat guessed what it was。

〃Read; sir;〃 he said coldly; 〃I am listening。〃

The registrar obeyed。  Murat was right。

The sentence of death had been carried with only one dissentient
voice。

When the reading was finished; the king turned again to Nunziante。

〃General;〃 he said; 〃believe that I distinguish in my mind the
instrument which strikes me and the hand that wields that instrument。
I should never have thought that Ferdinand would have had me shot
like a dog; he does not hesitate apparently before such infamy。  Very
well。  We will say no more about it。  I have challenged my judges;
but not my executioners。  What time have you fixed for my execution?〃

〃Will you fix it yourself; sir?〃 said the general。

Murat pulled out a watch on which there was a portrait of his wife;
by chance he turned up the portrait; and not the face of the watch;
he gazed at it tenderly。

〃See; general;〃 he said; showing it to Nunziante; 〃it is a portrait
of the queen。  You know her; is it not like her?〃

The general turned away his head。  Murat sighed and put away the
watch。

〃Well; sire;〃 said the registrar; 〃what time have you fixed?〃

〃Ah yes;〃 said Murat; smiling; 〃I forgot why I took out my watch when
I saw Caroline's portrait。〃

Then he looked at his watch again; but this time at its face。

〃Well; it shall be at four o'clock; if you like; it is past three
o'clock。  I ask for fifty minutes。  Is that too much; sir?〃

The registrar bowed and went out。  The general was about to follow
him。

〃Shall I never see you again; Nunziante?〃 said Murat。

〃My orders are to be present at your death; sire; but I cannot do
it。〃

〃Very well; general。  I will dispense with your presence at the last
moment; but I should like to say farewell once more and to embrace
you。〃

〃I will be near; sire。〃

〃Thank you。  Now leave me alone。〃

〃Sire; there are two priests here。〃

Murat made an impatient movement。

〃Will you receive them?〃 continued the general。

〃Yes; bring them in。〃

The general went out。  A moment later; two priests appeared in the
doorway。  One of them was called Francesco Pellegrino; uncle of the
man who had caused the king's death; the other was Don Antonio
Masdea。

〃What do you want here?〃 asked Murat。

〃We come to ask you if you are dying a Christian?〃

〃I am dying as a soldier。  Leave me。〃

Don Francesco Pellegrino retired。  No doubt he felt ill at ease
before Joachim。  But Antonio Masdea remained at the door。

〃Did you not hear me?〃 asked the king。

〃Yes; indeed;〃 answered the old man; 〃but permit me; sire; to hope
that it was not your last word to me。  It is not; the first time that
I see you or beg something of you。  I have already had occasion to
ask a favour of you。〃

〃What was that?〃

〃When your Majesty came to Pizzo in 1810; I asked you for 25;000
francs to enable us to finish our church。  Your Majesty sent me
40;000 francs。〃

〃I must have foreseen that I should be buried there;〃 said Murat;
smiling。

〃Ah; sire; I should like to think that you did not refuse my second
boon any more than my first。  Sire; I entreat you on my knees。〃

The old man fell at Murat's feet。

〃Die as a Christian!〃

〃That would give you pleasure; then; would it?〃 said the king。

〃Sire; I would give the few short days remaining to me if God would
grant that His Holy Spirit should fall upon you in your last hour。〃

〃Well;〃 said Murat; 〃hear my confession。  I accuse myself of having
been disobedient to my parents as a child。  Since I reached manhood I
have done nothing to reproach myself with。〃

〃Sire; will you give me an attestation that you die in the Christian
faith?〃

〃Certainly;〃 said Murat。

And he took a pen and wrote: 〃I; Joachim Murat; die a Christian;
believing in the Holy Catholic Church; Apostolic and Roman。〃

He signed it。

〃Now; father;〃 continued the king; 〃if you have a third favour to ask
of me; make haste; for in half an hour it will be too late。〃

Indeed; the castle clock was striking half…past three。  The priest
signed that he had finished。

〃Then leave me alone;〃 said Murat; and the old man went out。

Murat paced his room for a few moments; then he sat down on his bed
and let his head fall into his hands。  Doubtless; during the quarter
of an hour he remained thus absorbed in his thoughts; he saw his
whole life pass before him; from the inn where he had started to the
palace he had reached; no doubt his adventurous career unrolled
itself before him like some golden dream; some brilliant fiction;
some tale from the Arabian Nights。

His life gleamed athwart the storm like a rainbow; and like a
rainbow's; its two extremities were lost in cloudsthe clouds of
birth and death。  At last he roused himself from this inward
contemplation; and lifted a pale but tranquil face。  Then he went to
the glass and arranged his hair。  His strange characteristics never
left him。  The affianced of Death; he was adorning himself to meet
his bride。

Four o'clock struck。

Murat went to the door himself and opened it。

General Nunziante was waiting for him。

〃Thank you; general;〃 said Murat。  〃You have kept your word。  Kiss
me; and go at once; if you like。〃

The general threw himself into the king's arms; weeping; and utterly
unable to speak。

〃Courage;〃 said Murat。  〃 You see I am calm。〃  It was this very
calmness which broke the general's heart。  He dashed out of the
corridor; and left the castle; running like a madman。

Then the king walked out into the courtyard。

Everything was ready for the execution。

Nine men and a corporal were ranged before the door of the council
chamber。  Opposite them was a wall twelve feet high。  Three feet away
from the wall was a stone block: Murat mounted it; thus raising
himself about a foot above the soldiers who were to execute him。
Then he took out his watch;'Madame Murat recovered this watch at the
price of 200 Louis' kissed his wife's portrait; and fixing his eyes
on it; gave the order to fire。  At the word of command five out of
the nine men fired: Murat remained standing。  The soldiers had been
ashamed to fire on their king; and had aimed over his head。  That
moment perhaps displayed most gloriously the lionlike courage which
was Murat's special attribute。  His face never changed; he did not
move a muscle; only gazing at the soldiers with an expression of
mingled bitterness and gratitude; 

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