Then, in thinking of my wager, I came to think of Roxalanne herself - that dainty, sweet-faced child into whose chamber I had penetrated on the previous night. And would you believe it that I - the satiated, cynical, unbelieving Bardelys -- experienced dismay at the very thought of leaving Lavedan for no other reason than because it involved seeing no more of that provincial damsel?
My unwillingness to be driven from her presence determined me to stay. I had come to Lavedan as Lesperon, a fugitive rebel. In that character I had all but announced myself last night to Mademoiselle.
In that character I had been welcomed by her father. In that character, then, I must remain, that I might be near her, that Imight woo and win her, and thus - though this, I swear, had now become a minor consideration with me - make good my boast and win the wager that must otherwise involve my ruin.
As I lay back with closed eyes and gave myself over to pondering the situation, I took a pleasure oddly sweet in the prospect of urging my suit under such circumstances. Chatellerault had given me a free hand. I was to go about the wooing of Mademoiselle de Lavedan as I chose. But he had cast it at me in defiance that not with all my magnificence, not with all my retinue and all my state to dazzle her, should I succeed in melting the coldest heart in France.
And now, behold! I had cast from me all these outward embellishments; I came without pomp, denuded of every emblem of wealth, of every sign of power; as a poor fugitive gentleman, Icame, hunted, proscribed, and penniless - for Lesperon's estate would assuredly suffer sequestration. To win her thus would, by my faith, be an exploit I might take pride in, a worthy achievement to encompass.
And so I left things as they were, and since I offered no denial to the identity that was thrust upon me, as Lesperon I continued to be known to the Vicomte and to his family.
Presently he called the old man to my bedside and I heard them talking of my condition.
"You think, then, Anatole," he said in the end, "that in three or four days Monsieur de Lesperon may be able to rise?""I am assured of it," replied the old servant.
Whereupon, turning to me, "Be therefore of good courage, monsieur,"said Lavedan, "for your hurt, is, none so grievous after all."I was muttering my thanks and my assurances that I was in excellent spirits, when we were suddenly disturbed by a rumbling noise as of distant thunder.
"Mort Dieu!" swore the Vicomte, a look of alarm coming into his face. With a bent head, he stood, in a, listening attitude.
"What is it?" I inquired.
"Horsemen - on the drawbridge," he answered shortly. "A troop, by the sound."And then, in confirmation of these words, followed a stamping and rattle of hoofs on the flags of the courtyard below. The old servant stood wringing his hands in helpless terror, and wailing, "Monsieur, monsieur!"But the Vicomte crossed rapidly to the window and looked out. Then he laughed with intense relief; arid in a wondering voice "They are not troopers," he announced. "They have more the air of a company of servants in private livery; and there is a carriage - padieu, two carriages!"At once the memory of Rodenard and my followers occurred to me, and I thanked Heaven that I was abed where he might not see me, and that thus he would probably be sent forth empty-handed with the news that his master was neither arrived nor expected.
But in that surmise I went too fast. Ganymede was of a tenacious mettle, and of this he now afforded proof. Upon learning that naught was known of the Marquis de Bardelys at Lavedan, my faithful henchman announced his intention to remain there and await me, since that was, he assured the Vicomte, my destination.
"My first impulse," said Lavedan, when later he came to tell me of it, "was incontinently to order his departure. But upon considering the matter and remembering how high in power and in the King's favour stands that monstrous libertine Bardelys, I deemed it wiser to afford shelter to this outrageous retinue. His steward - a flabby, insolent creature - says that Bardelys left them last night near Mirepoix, to ride hither, bidding them follow to-day. Curious that we should have no news of him! That he should have fallen into the Garonne and drowned himself were too great a good fortune to be hoped for."The bitterness with which he spoke of me afforded me ample cause for congratulation that I had resolved to accept the role of Lesperon.
Yet, remembering that my father and he had been good friends, his manner left me nonplussed. What cause could he have for this animosity to the son? Could it be merely my position at Court that made me seem in his rebel eyes a natural enemy?
"You are acquainted with this Bardelys?" I inquired, by way of drawing him.
"I knew his father," he answered gruffly. "An honest, upright gentleman.""And the son," I inquired timidly, "has he none of these virtues?""I know not what virtues he may have; his vices are known to all the world. He is a libertine, a gambler, a rake, a spendthrift.
They say he is one of the King's favourites, and that his monstrous extravagances have earned for him the title of 'Magnificent."He uttered a short laugh. "A fit servant for such a master as Louis the Just!""Monsieur le Vicomte," said I, warming in my own defence, "I swear you do him injustice. He is extravagant, but then he is rich; he is a libertine, but then he is young, and he has been reared among libertines; he is a gamester, but punctiliously honourable at play.
