"I know nothing of others, sire," Rosny answered with the same spirit. "But my master has every claim to be believed. His interest in the royalty of France is second only to your Majesty"s. He is also a king and a kinsman, and it erks him to see rebels beard you, as has happened of late."

"Ay, but the chief of them?" Henry exclaimed, giving way to sudden excitement and stamping furiously on the floor. "He will trouble me no more. Has my brother heard of THAT? Tell me, sir, has that news reached him?"

"He has heard it, sire."

"And he approved? He approved, of course?"

"Beyond doubt the man was a traitor," M. de Rosny answered delicately. "His life was forfeit, sire. Who can question it?"

"And he has paid the forfeit," the king rejoined, looking down at the floor and immediately falling into a moodiness as sudden as his excitement. His lips moved. He muttered something inaudible, and began to play absently with his cup and ball, his mind occupied apparently with a gloomy retrospect. "M. de Guise, M. de Guise," he murmured at last, with a sneer and an accent of hate which told of old humiliations long remembered. "Well, d.a.m.n him, he is dead now. He is dead. But being dead he yet troubles us. Is not that the verse, father? Ha!" with a start, "I was forgetting. But that is the worst wrong he has done me," he continued, looking up and growing excited again. "He has cut me off from Mother Church. There is hardly a priest comes near me now, and presently they will excommunicate me. And, as I hope for salvation, the Church has no more faithful son than me."

I believe he was on the point, forgetting M. de Rosny"s presence there and his errand, of giving way to unmanly tears, when M. de Rambouillet, as if by accident, let the heel of his scabbard fall heavily on the floor. The king started, and pa.s.sing his hand once or twice across his brow, seemed to recover himself. "Well," he said, "no doubt we shall find a way out of our difficulties."

"If your Majesty," Rosny answered respectfully, "would accept the aid my master proffers, I venture to think that they would vanish the quicker."

"You think so," Henry rejoined. "Well, give me your shoulder. Let us walk a little." And, signing to Rambouillet to leave him, he began to walk up and down with M. de Rosny, talking familiarly with him in an undertone.

Only such sc.r.a.ps of the conversation as fell from them when they turned at my end of the gallery now reached me. Patching these together, however, I managed to understand somewhat. At one turn I heard the king say, "But then Turenne offers-" At the next, "Trust him? Well, I do not know why I should not. He promises-" Then "A Republic, Rosny? That his plan? Pooh! he dare not. He could not. France is a kingdom by the ordinance of G.o.d in my family."

I gathered from these and other chance words, which I have since forgotten, that M. de Rosny was pressing the king to accept the help of the King of Navarre, and warning him against the insidious offers of the Vicomte de Turenne. The mention of a Republic, however, seemed to excite his Majesty"s wrath rather against Rosny for presuming to refer to such a thing than against Turenne, to whom he refused to credit it. He paused near my end of the promenade.

"Prove it!" he said angrily. "But can you prove it? Can you prove it? Mind you, I will take no hearsay evidence, sir. Now, there is Turenne"s agent here-you did not know, I dare say, that he had an agent here?"

"You refer, sire, to M. de Bruhl," Rosny answered, without hesitation. "I know him, sire."

"I think you are the devil," Henry answered, looking curiously at him. "You seem to know most things. But mind you, my friend, he speaks me fairly, and I will not take this on hearsay even from your master. Though," he added after pausing a moment, "I love him."

"And he, your Majesty. He desires only to prove it."

"Yes, I know, I know," the king answered fretfully. "I believes he does. I believe he does wish me well. But there will be a devil of an outcry among my people. And Turenne gives fair words too. And I do not know," he continued, fidgeting with his cup and ball, "that it might not suit me better to agree with him, you see."

I saw M. de Rosny draw himself up. "Dare I speak openly to you, sire," he said, with less respect and more energy than he had hitherto used. "As I should to my master?"

"Ay, say what you like," Henry answered. But he spoke sullenly, and it seemed to me that he looked less pleasantly at his companion.

"Then I will venture to utter what is in your Majesty"s mind," my patron answered steadfastly. "You fear, sire, lest, having accepted my master"s offer and conquered your enemies, you should not be easily rid of him."

Henry looked relieved. "Do you call that diplomacy?" he said with a smile. "However, what if it be so? What do you say to it? Methinks I have heard an idle tale about a horse which would hunt a stag; and for the purpose set a man upon its back."

"This I say, sire, first," Rosny answered very earnestly. "That the King of Navarre is popular only with one-third of the kingdom, and is only powerful when united with you. Secondly, sire, it is his interest to support the royal power, to which he is heir. And, thirdly, it must be more to your Majesty"s honour to accept help from a near kinsman than from an ordinary subject, and one who, I still maintain, sire, has no good designs in his mind."

"The proof" Henry said sharply. "Give me that!"

"I can give it in a week from this day."

"It must be no idle tale, mind you," the king continued suspiciously.

"You shall have Turenne"s designs, sire, from one who had them from his own mouth."

The king looked startled, but after a pause turned and resumed his walk. "Well," he said, "if you do that, I on my part-"

The rest I lost, for the two pa.s.sing to the farther end of the gallery, came to a standstill there, balking my curiosity and Rambouillet"s also. The marquis, indeed, began to betray his impatience, and the great clock immediately over our heads presently striking the half-hour after ten, he started and made as if he would have approached the king. He checked the impulse, however, but still continued to fidget uneasily, losing his reserve by-and-by so far as to whisper to me that his Majesty would be missed.

I had been, up to this point, a silent and inactive spectator of a scene which appealed to my keenest interests and aroused my most ardent curiosity. Surprise following surprise, I had begun to doubt my own ident.i.ty; so little had I expected to find myself first in the presence of the Most Christian King-and that under circ.u.mstances as strange and bizarre as could well be imagined-and then an authorised witness at a negotiation upon which the future of all the great land of France stretching for so many hundred leagues on every side of us, depended. I say I could scarcely believe in my own ident.i.ty; or that I was the same Gaston de Marsac who had slunk, shabby and out-at-elbows, about St. Jean d"Angely. I tasted the first sweetness of secret power, which men say is the sweetest of all and the last relinquished; and, the hum of distant voices and laughter still reaching me at intervals, I began to understand why we had been admitted with, so much precaution, and to comprehend the gratification of M. de Rosny when the promise of this interview first presented to him the hope of effecting so much for his master and for France.

Now I was to be drawn into the whirlpool itself. I was still travelling back over the different stages of the adventure which had brought me to this point, when I was rudely awakened by M. de Rosny calling my name in a raised voice. Seeing, somewhat late, that he was beckoning to me to approach, I went forward in a confused and hasty fashion; kneeling before the king as I had seen him kneel, and then rising to give ear to his Majesty"s commands. Albeit, having expected nothing less than to be called upon, I was not in the clearest mood to receive them. Nor was my bearing such as I could have wished it to be.

M. de Rosny tells me that you desire a commission at Court, sir," the king said quickly.

"I, sire?" I stammered, scarcely able to believe my ears. I was so completely taken aback that I could say no more, and I stopped there with my mouth open.

"There are few things I can deny M. de Rosny," Henry continued, speaking very rapidly, "and I am told that you are a gentleman of birth and ability. Out of kindness to him, therefore, I grant you a commission to raise twenty men for my service. Rambouillet," he continued, raising his voice slightly, "you will introduce this gentleman to me publicly to-morrow, that; I may carry into effect my intention on his behalf. You may go now, sir. No thanks. And M. de Rosny," he added, turning to my companion and speaking with energy, "have a care for my sake that you are not recognised as you go. Rambouillet must contrive something to enable you to leave without peril. I should be desolated if anything happened to you, my friend, for I could not protect you. I give you my word if Mendoza or Retz found you in Blois I could not save you from them unless you recanted."

"I will not trouble either your Majesty or my conscience," M. de Rosny replied, bowing low, "if my wits can help me."

"Well, the saints keep you," the king answered piously, going towards the door by which he had entered; "for your master and I have both need of you. Rambouillet, take care of him as you love me. And come early in the morning to my closet and tell me how it has fared with him."

We all stood bowing while he withdrew, and only turned to retire when the door closed behind him. Burning with indignation and chagrin as I was at finding myself disposed of in the way I have described, and pitchforked, whether I would or no, into a service I neither fancied nor desired, I still managed for the present to restrain myself; and, permitting my companions to precede me, followed in silence, listening sullenly to their jubilations. The marquis seemed scarcely less pleased than M. de Rosny; and as the latter evinced a strong desire to lessen any jealousy the former might feel, and a generous inclination to attribute to him a full share of the credit gained, I remained the only person dissatisfied with the evening"s events. We retired from the chateau with the same precautions which had marked our entrance, and parting with M. de Rambouillet at the door of our lodging-not without many protestations of esteem on his part and of grat.i.tude on that of M. de Rosny-mounted to the first-floor in single file and in silence, which I was determined not to be the first to break.

Doubtless M. de Rosny knew my thoughts, for, speedily dismissing Maignan and Simon, who were in waiting, he turned to me without preface. "Come, my friend," he said, laying his hand on my shoulder and looking me in the face in a way which all but disarmed me at once, "do not let us misunderstand one another. You think you have cause to be angry with me. I cannot suffer that, for the King of Navarre had never greater need of your services than now."

"You have played me an unworthy trick, sir,"I answered, thinking he would cozen me with fair speeches.

"Tut, tut!" he replied. "You do not understand."

"I understand well enough," I answered, with bitterness, "that, having done the King of Navarre"s work, he would now be rid of me."

"Have I not told you," M. de Rosny replied, betraying for the first time some irritation, "that he has greater need of your services than ever? Come, man, be reasonable, or, better still, listen to me." And turning from me, he began to walk up and down the room, his hands behind him. "the King of France-I want to make it as clear to you as possible-" he said, "cannot make head against the League without help, and, w.i.l.l.y-nilly, must look for it to the Huguenots whom he has so long persecuted. The King of Navarre, their acknowledged leader, has offered that help; and so, to spite my master, and prevent a combination so happy for France, has M. de Turenne, who would fain raise the faction he commands to eminence, and knows well how to make his profit out of the dissensions of his country. Are you clear so far, sir?"

I a.s.sented. I was becoming absorbed in spite of myself.

"Very well," he resumed. "This evening-never did anything fall out more happily than Rambouillet"s meeting with me-he is a good man!-I have brought the king to this: that if proof of the selfish nature of Turenne"s designs be laid before him he will hesitate no longer. That proof exists. A fortnight ago it was here; but it is not here now."

"That is unlucky!" I exclaimed. I was so much interested in his story, as well as flattered by the confidence he was placing in me, that my ill-humour vanished. I went and stood with my shoulder against the mantelpiece, and he, pa.s.sing to and fro between me and the light, continued his tale.

"A word about this proof," he said. "It came into the King of Navarre"s hands before its full value was known to us, for that only accrued to it on M. de Guise"s death. A month ago it-this piece of evidence I mean-was at Chize. A fortnight or so ago it was here in Blois. It is now, "M. de Marsac," he continued, facing me suddenly as he came opposite me, "in my house at Rosny."

I started. "You mean Mademoiselle de la Vire?" I cried.

"I mean Mademoiselle de la Vire!" he answered, "who, some month or two ago, overheard M. de Turenne"s plans, and contrived to communicate with the King of Navarre. Before the latter could arrange a private interview, however, M. de Turenne got wind of her dangerous knowledge, and swept her off to Chize. The rest you know, M. de Marsac, if any man knows it."

"But what will you do?" I asked. "She is at Rosny."

"Maignan, whom I trust implicitly, as far as his lights go, will start to fetch her to-morrow. At the same hour I start southwards. You, M. de Marsac, will remain here as my agent, to watch over my interests, to receive Mademoiselle on her arrival, to secure for her a secret interview with the king, to guard her while she remains here. Do you understand?"

Did I understand? I could not find words in which to thank him. My remorse and grat.i.tude, my sense of the wrong I had done him, and of the honour he was doing me, were such that I stood mute before him as I had stood before the king. "You accept, then?" he said, smiling. "You do not deem the adventure beneath you, my friend?"

"I deserve your confidence so little, sir," I answered, stricken to the ground, "that I beg you to speak, while I listen. By attending exactly to your instructions I may prove worthy of the trust reposed in me. And only so."

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