At a sign from Charles, Henry entered.
He did not wait for Charles to question him, however.
"Sire," said he, "your Majesty has done well to send for me, for I was just coming to demand justice of you."
Charles frowned.
"Yes, justice," said Henry. "I will begin by thanking your Majesty for having taken me with you last night; for, by doing this, I now know that you saved my life. But what had I done that an attempt should be made to a.s.sa.s.sinate me?"
"Not to a.s.sa.s.sinate," said Catharine, quickly, "but to arrest you."
"Well," said Henry, "even so. What crime have I committed to merit arrest? If I am guilty I am as much so this morning as I was last evening. Tell me my offence, sire."
Embarra.s.sed as to what reply to make, Charles looked at his mother.
"My son," said Catharine, "you receive suspicious characters."
"Very good," said Henry, "and these suspicious characters compromise me; is that it, madame?"
"Yes, Henry."
"Give me their names! Give me their names! Who are they? Let me see them!"
"Really," said Charles, "Henriot has the right to demand an explanation."
"And I do demand it!" said Henry, realizing the superiority of his position and anxious to make the most of it. "I ask it from my good brother Charles, and from my good mother Catharine. Since my marriage with Marguerite have I not been a kind husband? ask Marguerite. A good Catholic? ask my confessor. A good relative? ask those who were at the hunt yesterday."
"Yes, that is true, Henriot," said the King; "but what can you do? They claim that you conspire."
"Against whom?"
"Against me."
"Sire, if I had been conspiring against you, I had merely to let events take their course, when your horse broke his knee and could not rise, or when the furious boar turned on your Majesty."
"Well, the devil! mother, do you know that he is right?"
"But who was in your rooms last night?"
"Madame," said Henry, "in times when so few dare to answer for themselves, I should never attempt to answer for others. I left my rooms at seven o"clock in the evening, at ten o"clock my brother Charles took me away, and I spent the night with him. I could not be with your Majesty and know what was going on in my rooms at the same time."
"But," said Catharine, "it is none the less true that one of your men killed two of his Majesty"s guards and wounded Monsieur de Maurevel."
"One of my men?" said Henry. "What man, madame? Name him."
"Every one accuses Monsieur de la Mole."
"Monsieur de la Mole is not in my suite, madame; Monsieur de la Mole belongs to Monsieur d"Alencon, to whom he was recommended by your daughter."
"But," said Charles, "was it Monsieur de la Mole who was in your rooms, Henriot?"
"How can you expect me to know, sire? I can say neither yes nor no.
Monsieur de la Mole is an exceptional servant, thoroughly devoted to the Queen of Navarre. He often brings me messages, either from Marguerite, to whom he is grateful for having recommended him to Monsieur le Duc d"Alencon, or from Monsieur le Duc himself. I cannot say that it was not Monsieur de la Mole"--
"It was he," said Catharine. "His red cloak was recognized."
"Has Monsieur de la Mole a red cloak, then?"
"Yes."
"And the man who so cleverly disposed of two of my guards and Monsieur de Maurevel"--
"Had a red cloak?" asked Henry.
"Exactly," said Charles.
"I have nothing to say," said the Bearnais. "But in any case it seems to me that instead of summoning me here, since I was not in my rooms, it is Monsieur de la Mole, who, having been there, as you say, should be questioned. But," said Henry, "I must observe one thing to your Majesty."
"What is that?"
"This, that if I had seen an order signed by my King and had defended myself instead of obeying this order, I should be guilty and should deserve all sorts of punishment; but it was not I but some stranger whom this order in no way concerned. There was an attempt made to arrest him unjustly, he defended himself too well, perhaps, but he was in the right."
"And yet"--murmured Catharine.
"Madame," said Henry, "was the order to arrest me?"
"Yes," said Catharine, "and his Majesty himself signed it."
"Was it an order to arrest any one found in my place in case I was not there?"
"No," said Catharine.
"Well!" said Henry, "unless you prove that I was conspiring and that the man who was in my rooms was conspiring with me, this man is innocent."
Then turning to Charles IX.:
"Sire," continued Henry, "I shall not leave the Louvre. At a simple word from your Majesty I shall even be ready to enter any state prison you may be pleased to suggest. But while waiting for the proof to the contrary I have the right to call myself and I do call myself the very faithful servant, subject, and brother of your Majesty."
And with a dignity hitherto unknown in him, Henry bowed to Charles and withdrew.
"Bravo, Henriot!" said Charles, when the King of Navarre had left.
"Bravo! because he has defeated us?" said Catharine.
"Why should I not applaud? When we fence together and he touches me do I not say "bravo"? Mother, you are wrong to hate this boy as you do."
"My son," said Catharine, pressing the hand of Charles IX., "I do not hate him, I fear him."