"Oh, what a delicious perfume!" cried Charlotte, rubbing her beautiful hands with the pearly foam made by the scented cake.
Rene performed his office of courtier to the end. He offered a napkin of fine Frisian linen to Madame de Sauve, who dried her hands on it.
"Now," said the Florentine to Henry. "Let your mind be at rest, monseigneur."
Charlotte gave her hand to Henry, who kissed it, and while she half turned on her chair to listen to what Rene was about to say, the King of Navarre returned to his couch, more convinced than ever that something unusual was pa.s.sing through the mind of the perfumer.
"Well?" asked Charlotte. The Florentine apparently made an effort to collect all his strength, and then turned towards Henry.
CHAPTER XXII.
"SIRE, YOU SHALL BE KING."
"Sire," said Rene to Henry, "I have come to speak of something which has been on my mind for some time."
"Perfumery?" said Henry, smiling.
"Well, yes, sire,--perfumery," replied Rene, with a singular nod of acquiescence.
"Speak, I am listening to you. This is a subject which has always interested me deeply."
Rene looked at Henry to try, in spite of his words, to read the impenetrable thought; but seeing that it was perfectly impossible, he continued:
"One of my friends, sire, has just arrived from Florence. This friend is greatly interested in astrology."
"Yes," interrupted Henry, "I know that it is a pa.s.sion with Florentines."
"In company with the foremost students of the world he has read the horoscopes of the chief gentlemen of Europe."
"Ah! ah!" exclaimed Henry.
"And as the house of Bourbon is at the head of the highest, descended as it is from the Count of Clermont, the fifth son of Saint Louis, your majesty must know that your horoscope has not been overlooked."
Henry listened still more attentively.
"Do you remember this horoscope?" said the King of Navarre, with a smile which he strove to render indifferent.
"Oh!" replied Rene, shaking his head, "your horoscope is not one to be forgotten."
"Indeed!" said Henry, ironically.
"Yes, sire; according to this horoscope your majesty is to have a most brilliant destiny."
The young prince gave a lightning glance which was almost at once lost under cover of indifference.
"Every Italian oracle is apt to flatter," said Henry; "but he who flatters lies. Are there not those who have predicted that I would command armies? I!" He burst out laughing. But an observer less occupied with himself than Rene would have noticed and realized the effort of this laugh.
"Sire," said Rene, coldly, "the horoscope tells better than that."
"Does it foretell that at the head of one of these armies I shall win battles?"
"Better than that, sire."
"Well," said Henry; "you will see that I shall be conqueror!"
"Sire, you shall be king."
"Well! _Ventre saint gris_!" exclaimed Henry, repressing a violent beating of his heart; "am I not that already?"
"Sire, my friend knows what he promises; not only will you be king, but you will reign."
"In that case," said Henry, in the same mocking tone, "your friend must have ten crowns of gold, must he not, Rene? for such a prophecy is very ambitious, especially in times like these. Well, Rene, as I am not rich, I will give your friend five now and five more when the prophecy is fulfilled."
"Sire," said Madame de Sauve, "do not forget that you are already pledged to Dariole, and do not overburden yourself with promises."
"Madame," said Henry, "I hope when this time comes that I shall be treated as a king, and that they will be satisfied if I keep half of my promises."
"Sire," said Rene, "I will continue."
"Oh, that is not all, then?" said Henry. "Well, if I am emperor, I will give twice as much."
"Sire, my friend has returned from Florence with the horoscope, which he renewed in Paris, and which always gives the same result; and he told me a secret."
"A secret of interest to his majesty?" asked Charlotte, quickly.
"I think so," said the Florentine.
"He is searching for words," thought Henry, without in any way coming to Rene"s rescue. "Apparently the thing is difficult to tell."
"Speak, then," went on the Baroness de Sauve; "what is it about?"
"It is about all the rumors of poisoning," said the Florentine, weighing each of his words separately, "it is about all the rumors of poisoning which for some time have been circulated around court." A slight movement of the nostrils of the King of Navarre was the only indication of his increased attention at the sudden turn in the conversation.
"And your friend the Florentine," said Henry, "knows something about this poisoning?"
"Yes, sire."
"How can you tell me a secret which is not yours, Rene, especially when the secret is such an important one?" said Henry, in the most natural tone he could a.s.sume.
"This friend has some advice to ask of your majesty."
"Of me?"
"What is there surprising in that, sire? Remember the old soldier of Actium who, having a law-suit on hand, asked advice of Augustus."