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| Charles
(1700-1760)
Comte de Charolais His parents:
Louis III and Mlle de Nantes.
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| " Charles
de Bourbon " was fundamentally antipathetic, he was hated of all. Probably
insane, he adopted a singular attitude at the very least. One can describe
him as being cruel, sadistic and sexually deviating. On the other hand,
he was also courageous and intelligent.
He even killed his servants by pure sadism. He killed with a single bullet a middle-class man of Anet who sat on his perron; coldly, to divert himself, while returning from hunting as if it had been a corbel or a cat. That one, one cannot punish: he is the proper nephew of the duchess d'Orleans, his rank protects him as he protected his father, the "Green Monkey", from whom he holds all ferocity. However the regent, Philippe d'Orleans resents his obliged leniency. When the ill-mannered lout came to thank for the grace that the Regent gave him. This one said, according to sources: |
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| " Do not thank me. I would grant also this grace, and joyfully to the one who would inflict to you what you inflicted. " | " Your row obliges me to forgive you, but I will forgive still more readily the one who will do you the same thing. " | " Sir, the grace that you ask me is due to your quality of prince of the blood. The King to you grants it, but it will still more readily grant it to that one who will make the same to you." |
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One day in 1721, he lit a detonator under the skirts of Mrs. de St-Sulpice, who fleeing covered with blood started the laughter of the assistance among which Louis-Henri, his brother. The following day people sang in the streets: He owned a vast domain in Paris where he locked up young girls that he kept for his nightly orgies. This property was later sold by his heirs.
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He
couldn't stand religious persons, especially monks, and he had given the
order to his carriage driver to drive over them when they passed one, or
at least try to do it. About carriage drivers, on a day, he was totally
mad when he saw the carriage of the ambassador of Spain waiting in a dead
end of the Louvre castle. A privilege of the princes of the blood. He stepped
out of his own carriage and went to beat up the careless driver.