"What do you want?" said he.
"Will my venerable brother show me the way to the Corne d"Abondance?"
"Morbleu! it is M. Chicot," cried Gorenflot, joyfully.
"Just so; I was going to seek you at the convent, when I saw you come out, and followed you until we were alone. Ventre de biche! how thin you are!"
"But what are you carrying, M. Chicot?" said the monk, "you appear laden."
"It is some venison which I have stolen from the king."
"Dear M. Chicot! and under the other arm?"
"A bottle of Cyprus wine sent by a king to my king."
"Let me see!"
"It is my wine, and I love it much; do not you, brother?"
"Oh! oh!" cried Gorenflot, raising his eyes and hands to Heaven, and beginning to sing in a voice which shook the neighboring windows. It was the first time he had sung for a month.
CHAPTER LXXIII.
DIANA"S SECOND JOURNEY TO PARIS.
Let us leave the two friends entering the Corne d"Abondance, and return to the litter of M. Monsoreau and to Bussy, who set out with the intention of following them. Not only is it not difficult for a cavalier well mounted to overtake foot travelers, but it is difficult not to pa.s.s them. This happened to Bussy.
It was the end of May, the heat was great, and about noon M.
de Monsoreau wished to make a halt in a little wood, which was near the road, and as they had a horse laden with provisions, they remained there until the great heat of the day had gone by.
During this time Bussy pa.s.sed them, but he had not traveled, as we may imagine, without inquiring if a party on horseback, and a litter carried by peasants, had been seen. Until he had pa.s.sed the village of Durtal, he had obtained the most satisfactory information, and, convinced that they were before him, had ridden on quickly. But he could see nothing of them, and suddenly all traces of them vanished, and on arriving at La Fleche he felt certain he must have pa.s.sed them on the road. Then he remembered the little wood, and doubted not that they had been resting there when he pa.s.sed. He installed himself at a little inn, which had the advantage of being opposite the princ.i.p.al hotel, where he doubted not that Monsoreau would stop; and he remained at the window watching. About four o"clock he saw a courier arrive, and half an hour afterwards the whole party. He waited till nine o"clock, and then he saw the courier set out again, and after him the litter, then Diana, Remy, and Gertrude on horseback.
He mounted his horse and followed them, keeping them in sight.
Monsoreau scarcely allowed Diana to move from his side, but kept calling her every instant. After a little while, Bussy gave a long, shrill whistle, with which he had been in the habit of calling his servants at his hotel. Remy recognized it in a moment. Diana started, and looked at the young man, who made an affirmative sign; then he came up to her and whispered:
"It is he!"
"Who is speaking to you, madame?" said Monsoreau.
"To me, monsieur?"
"Yes, I saw a shadow pa.s.s close to you, and heard a voice."
"It is M. Remy; are you also jealous of him?"
"No, but I like people to speak out, it amuses me."
"There are some things which cannot be said aloud before M. le Comte, however," said Gertrude, coming to the rescue.
"Why not?"
"For two reasons; firstly, because some would not interest you, and some would interest you too much."
"And of which kind is what M. Remy has just whispered?"
"Of the latter."
"What did Remy say to you, madame?"
"I said, M. le Comte, that if you excite yourself so much, you will be dead before we have gone a third of the way."
Monsoreau grew deadly pale.
"He is expecting you behind," whispered Remy, again, "ride slowly, and he will overtake you."
Monsoreau, who heard a murmur, tried to rise and look back after Diana.
"Another movement like that, M. le Comte, and you will bring on the bleeding again," said Remy.
Diana turned and rode back a little way, while Remy walked by the litter to occupy the count. A few seconds after, Bussy was by her side.
"You see I follow you," said he, after their first embrace.
"Oh! I shall be happy, if I know you are always so near to me."
"But by day he will see us."
"No; by day you can ride afar off; it is only I who will see you, Louis. From the summit of some hill, at the turn of some road, your plume waving, your handkerchief fluttering in the breeze, would speak to me in your name, and tell me that you love me."
"Speak on, my beloved Diana; you do not know what music I find in your voice."
"And when we travel by night, which we shall often do, for Remy has told him that the freshness of the evening is good for his wounds, then, as this evening, from time to time, I will stay behind, and we will tell each other, with a rapid pressure of the hands, all our thoughts of each other during the day."
"Oh! I love you! I love you!" murmured Bussy. "Oh! to see you, to press your hand, Diana."
Suddenly they heard a voice which made them both tremble, Diana with fear, and Bussy with anger.
"Diana!" it cried, "where are you? Answer me."
"Oh! it is he! I had forgotten him," said Diana. "Sweet dream, frightful awaking."
"Listen, Diana; we are together. Say one word, and nothing can separate us more; Diana, let us fly! What prevents us? Before us is happiness and liberty. One word, and we go; one word, and lost to him, you belong to me forever."
"And my father?"
"When he shall know how I love you?"