Richelieu to King Louis, laughing, "You are so naive. But things couldn't have gone more perfectly if I'd planned them myself. The King of France dies at the hands of his own personal guards! Grief-stricken, terrified, the huddled masses turn for comfort to their devout spiritual leader... who, ever so humbly, assumes the throne... with a queen by his side." Queen Anne declares, "I would rather die." Richelieu counters, loudly "That can be arranged!"