Especially in the uncertain international politics of the early seventeenth century, such careers
posed problems of moral choice. The comte de Souvigny recalled his uncle's experience: "Since
there was peace in France, he went to the siege of Ostend, preferring to serve the king of Spain
rather than the Dutch, because he was a good Catholic." Two of Souvigny's brothers, a few years
later, went off "to learn to serve the king in Holland," but returned when they were told "that
they could not attain their salvation so long as they served the heretical Dutch against the
Catholic king of Spain."[20] Conversely, Henri de
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Campion found himself in the Spanish armies in the Netherlands in 1634, on the eve of French
entry into the Thirty Years' War and long after French opposition to Spain was clear, a situation
he justified by the fact that "in truth I was just a poor younger son trying to make my way [à faire
fortune ]."[21] National and religious interests balanced uncertainly in such cases, leaving the
individual nobleman very much on his own. He was seeking experience and skills, not
responding to demands from the state or expectations generated by feudal tradition. "I was, at
that time, in Germany, whither the wars, which had not yet finished there, had called me": so
begins the century's most famous exploration of the individual's fundamental separation from
society's moral and intellectual orders.[22] For early-seventeenth-century noblemen, Descartes's
experience of voluntary exile, war, skepticism, and moral relativism must have carried familiar
echoes.
Of course military careers might lead to immorality for simpler reasons, because of the brutality
that camp life and fighting involved. This was one reason that notable families sometimes sought
to discourage their sons from entering "the profession of arms." To seventeenth-century social
theorists, military service was unquestionably the most glorious pursuit in French society, and
for high aristocratic families it offered the only conceivable choice of career.[23] But this
hierarchy of values was not so clearly established that families always welcomed their sons'
choice of the military life. On the contrary, they often sought to direct their sons elsewhere. Early
in the seventeenth century, the président de Nicolay received a letter from a provincial cousin
whose son had decided on a military career. The son had made his choice despite his father's
wishes; a military career was here an assertion of individuality. "The efforts I had made to follow
in the traces of our forefathers and the advice you have always given me to set my children to
studying," wrote the boy's irritated father to Nicolay, had led him to have the boy educated with
care; "but I have been frustrated in these plans because he has entirely departed from my
intentions in order to take up the path of arms. I have placed ex-
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amples before him, and above all of you, my lord, who hold the finest dignities in France; but
these have not changed his opinion; I am therefore compelled to send him to Paris to be trained
at the academy, so that (God willing) he may appear among men of honor at least through arms,
if he does not wish to through letters."[24] In this family, as in many others, there was nothing
obvious about the superiority of arms to letters. Rather, a military career violated paternal
ambitions and expectations.
Nicolay's cousin believed that letters offered surer hopes of advancement than arms (a point
discussed above, Chapter 1). The squalor and uncertainties of camp life likewise encouraged
hesitation. The brother of Madame de La Trémoille's secretary served in Holland in the 1620s,
and a friend described his circumstances and concerns. When his father sent money, he
immediately spent it all. "I advised him to save that money for his needs," reported the friend,
"but he told me that he preferred to spend part of it, since he might lose it or have it stolen in the
disorder and license of war. Such caution makes me think that he is not at all debauched, and that
he wants to make something of himself. . . . [H]e told me that he has decided to go to Amsterdam