He repeated the last four words more than a dozen times,rocking himself to and fro by his hold on the mullions.I trembled as Ilistened,partly through fear on my own account should I be discovered,and partly by reason of the horror of despair and remorse--no,not remorse,regret--which spoke in his monotonous voice.I guessed that some impulse had led him to draw the curtain from the window and shade the lamp;and that then,as he looked down on the moonlit country,the contrast between it and the vicious,heated atmosphere,heavy with intrigue and worse,in which he had spent his strength,had forced itself upon his mind.
For he presently went on.
'France!There it lies!And what will they do with it?Will they cut it up into pieces,as it was before old Louis XI?Will Mercoeur--curse him!be the most Christian Duke of Brittany?
And Mayenne,by the grace of God,Prince of Paris and the Upper Seine?Or will the little Prince of Bearn beat them,and be Henry IV.,King of France and Navarre,Protector of the Churches?
Curse him too!He is thirty-six.He is my age.But he is young and strong,and has all before him.While I--I--oh,my God,have mercy on me!Have mercy on me,O God in Heaven!'
With the last word he fell on his knees on the step before the window,and burst into such an agony of unmanly tears and sobbings as I had never dreamed of or imagined,and least of all in the King of France.Hardly knowing whether to be more ashamed or terrified,I turned at all risks,and stealthily lifting the curtain,crept out with infinite care;and happily with so much good fortune as to escape detection.There was space enough between the two curtains to admit my body and no more;and here Istood a short while to collect my thoughts.Then,striking my scabbard against the wall,as though by accident,and coughing loudly at the same moment,I twitched the curtain aside with some violence and re-entered,thinking that by these means I had given him warning enough.
But I had not reckoned on the darkness in which the room lay,or the excitable state in which I had left him.He heard me,indeed,but being able to see only a tall,indistinct figure approaching him,he took fright,and falling back against the moonlit window,as though he saw a ghost,thrust out his hand,gasping at the same time two words,which sounded to me like 'Ha!
Guise!'
The next instant,discerning that I fell on my knee where Istood,and came no nearer,he recovered himself.with an effort,which his breathing made very apparent,he asked in an unsteady voice who it was.
'One of your Majesty's most faithful servants,'I answered,remaining on my knee,and affecting to see nothing.
Keeping his face towards me,he sidled to the lamp and strove to withdraw the shade.But his fingers trembled so violently that it was some time before he succeeded,and set free the cheerful beams,which,suddenly filling the room with radiance,disclosed to my wondering eyes,instead of darkness and the cold gleam of the moon,a profusion of riches,of red stuffs and gemmed trifles and gilded arms crowded together in reckless disorder.A monkey chained in one corner began to gibber and mow at me.A cloak of strange cut,stretched on a wooden stand,deceived me for an instant into thinking that there was a third person present;while the table,heaped with dolls and powder-puff's,dog-collars and sweet-meats,a mask,a woman's slipper,a pair of pistols,some potions,a scourge,and an immense quantity of like litter,had as melancholy an appearance in my eyes as the king himself,whose disorder the light disclosed without mercy.His turban was awry,and betrayed the premature baldness of his scalp.The paint on his cheeks was cracked and stained,and had soiled the gloves he wore.He looked fifty years old;and in his excitement he had tugged his sword to the front,whence it refused to be thrust back.
'Who sent you here?'he asked,when he had so far recovered his senses as to recognise me,which he did with great surprise.
'I am here,sire,'I answered evasively,'to place myself at your Majesty's service.'
'Such loyalty is rare,'he answered,with a bitter sneer.'But stand up,sir.I suppose I must be thankful for small mercies,and,losing a Mercoeur,be glad to receive a Marsac.'
'By your leave,sire,'I rejoined hardily,'the exchange is not so adverse.Your Majesty may make another duke when you will.
But honest men are not so easily come by.'
'So!so!'he answered,looking at me with a fierce light in his eyes.'You remind me in season,I may still make and unmake!Iam still King of France?That is so sirrah,is it not?'
'God forbid that it should be otherwise!'I answered earnestly.
'It is to lay before your Majesty certain means by which you may give fuller effect to your wishes that I am here.The King of Navarre desires only,sire--'
'Tut,tut!'he exclaimed impatiently,and with some displeasure,'I know his will better than you,man.But you see,'he continued cunningly,forgetting my inferior position as quickly as he had remembered it,'Turenne promises well,too.And Turenne--it is true he may play the Lorrainer.But if I trust Henry of Navarre,and he prove false to me--'
