CHAPTER XX.
THE KING"S FACE.
It seemed so necessary to bring home the crime to Bruhl should the priest really perish in the trap laid for me, that I came near to falling into one of those mistakes to which men of action are p.r.o.ne.
For my first impulse was to follow the priest to the Parvis, closely enough, if possible, to detect the a.s.sa.s.sins in the act, and with sufficient force, if I could muster it, to arrest them. The credit of dissuading me from this course lies with Simon, who pointed out its dangers in so convincing a manner that I was brought with little difficulty to relinquish it.
Instead, acting on his advice, I sent him to M. d"Agen"s lodging, to beg that young gentleman to call upon me before evening. After searching the lodging and other places in vain, Simon found M. d"Agen in the tennis-court at the Castle, and, inventing a crafty excuse, brought him to my lodging a full hour before the time.
My visitor was naturally surprised to find that I had nothing particular to say to him. I dared not tell him what occupied my thoughts, and for the rest invention failed me. But his gaiety and those pretty affectations on which he spent an infinity of pains, for the purpose, apparently, of hiding the sterling worth of a character deficient neither in courage nor backbone, were united to much good nature. Believing at last that I had sent for him in a fit of the vapours, he devoted himself to amusing me and abusing Bruhl--a very favourite pastime with him. And in this way he made out a call of two hours.
I had not long to wait for proof of Simon"s wisdom in taking this precaution. We thought it prudent to keep within doors after our guest"s departure, and so pa.s.sed the night in ignorance whether anything had happened or not. But about seven next morning one of the Marquis"s servants, despatched by M. d"Agen, burst in upon us with the news--which was no news from the moment his hurried footstep sounded on the stairs--that Father Antoine had been set upon and killed the previous evening!
I heard this confirmation of my hopes with grave thankfulness; Simon with so much emotion that when the messenger was gone he sat down on a stool and began to sob and tremble as if he had lost his mother, instead of a mortal foe. I took advantage of the occasion to read him a sermon on the end of crooked courses; nor could I myself recall without a shudder the man"s last words to me; or the lawless and evil designs in which he had rejoiced, while standing on the very brink of the pit which was to swallow up both him and them in everlasting darkness.
Naturally, the uppermost feeling in my mind was relief. I was free once more. In all probability the priest had kept his knowledge to himself, and without him his agents would be powerless. Simon, it is true, heard that the town was much excited by the event; and that many attributed it to the Huguenots. But we did not suffer ourselves to be depressed by this, nor had I any foreboding until the sound of a second hurried footstep mounting the stairs reached our ears.
I knew the step in a moment for M. d"Agen"s, and something ominous in its ring brought me to my feet before he opened the door. Significant as was his first hasty look round the room, he recovered at sight of me all his habitual _sang-froid_. He saluted me, and spoke coolly, though rapidly. But he panted, and I noticed in a moment that he had lost his lisp.
"I am happy in finding you," he said, closing the door carefully behind him, "for I am the bearer of ill news, and there is not a moment to be lost. The king has signed an order for your instant consignment to prison, M. de Marsac, and, once there, it is difficult to say what may not happen."
"My consignment?" I exclaimed. I may be pardoned if the news for a moment found me unprepared.
"Yes," he replied quickly. "The king has signed it at the instance of Marshal Retz."
"But for what?" I cried in amazement.
"The murder of Father Antoine. You will pardon me," he continued urgently, "but this is no time for words. The Provost-Marshal is even now on his way to arrest you. Your only hope is to evade him, and gain an audience of the king. I have persuaded my uncle to go with you, and he is waiting at his lodgings. There is not a moment to be lost, however, if you would reach the king"s presence before you are arrested."
"But I am innocent!" I cried.
"I know it," M. d"Agen answered, "and can prove it. But if you cannot get speech of the king innocence will avail you nothing. You have powerful enemies. Come without more ado, M. de Marsac, I pray," he added.
His manner, even more than his words, impressed me with a sense of urgency; and postponing for a time my own judgment, I hurriedly thanked him for his friendly offices. s.n.a.t.c.hing up my sword, which lay on a chair, I buckled it on; for Simon"s fingers trembled so violently he could give me no help. This done I nodded to M. d"Agen to go first, and followed him from the room, Simon attending us of his own motion.
It would be then about eleven o"clock in the forenoon.
My companion ran down the stairs without ceremony, and so quickly it was all I could do to keep up with him. At the outer door he signed me to stand, and darting himself into the street, he looked anxiously in the direction of the Rue St. Denys. Fortunately the coast was still clear, and he beckoned to me to follow him. I did so and starting to walk in the opposite direction as fast as we could, in less than a minute we had put a corner between us and the house.
Our hopes of escaping unseen, however, were promptly dashed. The house, I have said, stood in a quiet by-street, which was bounded on the farther side by a garden-wall b.u.t.tressed at intervals. We had scarcely gone a dozen paces from my door when a man slipped from the shelter of one of these b.u.t.tresses, and after a single glance at us, set off to run towards the Rue St. Denys.
M. d"Agen looked back and nodded. "There goes the news," he said.
"They will try to cut us off, but I think we have the start of them."
I made no reply, feeling that I had resigned myself entirely into his hands. But as we pa.s.sed through the Rue de Valois, in part of which a market was held at this hour, attracting a considerable concourse of peasants and others, I fancied I detected signs of unusual bustle and excitement. It seemed unlikely that news of the priest"s murder should affect so many people and to such a degree, and I asked M. d"Agen what it meant.
"There is a rumour abroad," he answered, without slackening speed, "that the king intends to move south to Tours at once."
I muttered my surprise and satisfaction. "He will come to terms with the Huguenots then?" I said.
"It looks like it," M. d"Agen rejoined. "Retz"s party are in an ill-humour on that account, and will wreak it on you if they get a chance. On guard!" he added abruptly. "Here are two of them!"
As he spoke we emerged from the crowd, and I saw, half a dozen paces in front of us, and coming to meet us, a couple of Court gallants, attended by as many servants. They espied us at the same moment, and came across the street, which was tolerably wide at that part, with the evident intention of stopping us. Simultaneously, however, we crossed to take their side, and so met them face to face in the middle of the way.
"M. d"Agen," the foremost exclaimed, speaking in a haughty tone, and with a dark side glance at me, "I am sorry to see you in such company!
Doubtless you are not aware that this gentleman is the subject of an order which has even now been issued to the Provost-Marshal."
"And if so, sir? What of that?" my companion lisped in his silkiest tone.
"What of that?" the other cried, frowning, and pushing slightly forward.
"Precisely," M. d"Agen repeated, laying his hand on his hilt and declining to give back. "I am not aware that his Majesty has appointed you Provost-Marshal, or that you have any warrant, M. Villequier, empowering you to stop gentlemen in the public streets."
M. Villequier reddened with anger. "You are young, M. d"Agen," he said, his voice quivering, "or I would make you pay dearly for that!"
"My friend is not young," M. d"Agen retorted, bowing. He is a gentleman of birth, M. Villequier; by repute, as I learned yesterday, one of the best swordsmen in France, and no Gascon. If you feel inclined to arrest him, do so, I pray. And I will have the honour of engaging your son."
As we had all by this time our hands on our swords, there needed but a blow to bring about one of those street brawls which were more common then than now. A number of market-people, drawn to the spot by our raised voices, had gathered round, and were waiting eagerly to see what would happen. But Villequier, as my companion perhaps knew, was a Gascon in heart as well as by birth, and seeing our determined aspects, thought better of it. Shrugging his shoulders with an affectation of disdain which imposed on no one, he signalled to his servants to go on, and himself stood aside.
"I thank you for your polite offer," he said with an evil smile, "and will remember it. But as you say, sir, I am not the Provost-Marshal."
Paying little heed to his words, we bowed, pa.s.sed him, and hurried on.
But the peril was not over. Not only had the _rencontre_ cost us some precious minutes, but the Gascon, after letting us proceed a little way, followed us. And word being pa.s.sed by his servants, as we supposed, that one of us was the murderer of Father Antoine, the rumour spread through the crowd like wildfire, and in a few moments we found ourselves attended by a troop of _canaille_ who, hanging on our skirts, caused Simon Fleix no little apprehension. Notwithstanding the contempt which M. d"Agen, whose bearing throughout was admirable, expressed for them, we might have found it necessary to turn and teach them a lesson had we not reached M. de Rambouillet"s in the nick of time; where we found the door surrounded by half a dozen armed servants, at sight of whom our persecutors fell back with the cowardice which is usually found in that cla.s.s.
If I had been tempted of late to think M. de Rambouillet fickle, I had no reason to complain now; whether his att.i.tude was due to M. d"Agen"s representations, or to the reflection that without me the plans he had at heart must miscarry. I found him waiting within, attended by three gentlemen, all cloaked and ready for the road; while the air of purpose which sat on his brow indicated that he thought the crisis no common one. Not a moment was lost, even in explanations. Waving me to the door again, and exchanging a few sentences with his nephew, he gave the word to start, and we issued from the house in a body.
Doubtless the fact that those who sought to ruin me were his political enemies had some weight with him; for I saw his face harden as his eyes met those of M. de Villequier, who pa.s.sed slowly before the door as we came out. The Gascon, however, was not the man to interfere with so large a party, and dropped back; while M. de Rambouillet, after exchanging a cold salute with him, led the way towards the Castle at a round pace. His nephew and I walked one on either side of him, and the others, to the number of ten or eleven, pressed on behind in a compact body, our cortege presenting so determined a front that the crowd, which had remained hanging about the door, fled every way. Even some peaceable folk who found themselves in our road took the precaution of slipping into doorways, or stood aside to give us the full width of the street.
I remarked--and I think it increased my anxiety--that our leader was dressed with more than usual care and richness, but, unlike his attendants, wore no arms. He took occasion, as we hurried along, to give me a word of advice. "M. de Marsac," he said, looking at me suddenly, "my nephew has given me to understand that you place yourself entirely in my hands."
I replied that I asked for no better fortune, and, whatever the event, thanked him from the bottom of my heart.
"Be pleased then to keep silence until I bid you speak," he replied sharply, for he was one of those whom a sudden stress sours and exacerbates. "And, above all, no violence without my orders. We are about to fight a battle, and a critical one, but it must be won with our heads. If we can we will keep you out of the Provost-Marshal"s hands."
And if not? I remembered the threats Father Antoine had used, and in a moment I lost sight of the street with all its light and life and movement. I felt no longer the wholesome stinging of the wind. I tasted instead a fetid air, and saw round me a narrow cell and masked figures, and in particular a swathy man in a leather ap.r.o.n leaning over a brazier, from whim came lurid flames. And I was bound. I experienced that utter helplessness which is the last test of courage.
The man came forward, and then--then, thank G.o.d! the vision pa.s.sed away. An exclamation to which M. d"Agen gave vent, brought me back to the present, and to the blessed knowledge that the fight was not yet over.
We were within a score of paces, I found, of the Castle gates: but so were also a second party, who had just debouched from a side-street, and now hurried on, pace for pace, with us, with the evident intention of forestalling us. The race ended in both companies reaching the entrance at the same time, with the consequence of some jostling taking place amongst the servants. This must have led to blows but for the strenuous commands which M. de Rambouillet had laid upon his followers. I found myself in a moment confronted by a row of scowling faces, while a dozen threatening hands were stretched out towards me, and as many voices, among which I recognised Fresnoy"s, cried out tumultuously, "That is he! That is the one!"
An elderly man in a quaint dress stepped forward, a paper in his hand, and, backed as he was by half a dozen halberdiers, would in a moment have laid hands on me if M. de Rambouillet had not intervened with a negligent air of authority, which sat on him the more gracefully as he held nothing but a riding-switch in his hands. "Tut, tut! What is this?" he said lightly. "I am not wont to have my people interfered with, M. Provost, without my leave. You know me, I suppose?"
"Perfectly, M. le Marquis," the man answered with dogged respect; "but this is by the king"s special command."
"Very good," my patron answered, quietly eyeing the faces behind the Provost-Marshal, as if he were making a note of them; which caused some of the gentlemen manifest uneasiness. "That is soon seen, for we are even now about to seek speech with his Majesty."
"Not this gentleman," the Provost-Marshal answered firmly, raising his hand again. "I can not let him pa.s.s."