The captain remained where he was.
Taking a lamp, Catharine slipped her bare feet into a pair of velvet slippers, left her room, and reaching the corridor, still full of smoke, advanced as impa.s.sible and as cold as a shadow towards the apartments of the King of Navarre.
Silence reigned supreme.
Catharine reached the door, crossed the threshold, and first saw Orthon, who had fainted in the antechamber.
"Ah! ah!" said she, "here is the servant; further on we shall probably find the master." She entered the second door.
Then her foot ran against a corpse; she lowered her lamp; it was the guard who had had his head split open. He was quite dead.
A few feet further on the lieutenant, who had been struck by a bullet, was drawing his last breath.
Finally, before the bed lay a man whose face was as pale as death and who was bleeding from a double wound in his throat. He was clinching his hands convulsively in his efforts to rise.
It was Maurevel.
Catharine shuddered. She saw the empty bed, she looked around the room seeking in vain for the body she hoped to find among the three corpses.
Maurevel recognized Catharine. His eyes were horribly dilated and he made a despairing gesture towards her.
"Well," said she in a whisper, "where is he? what has happened?
Unfortunate man! have you let him escape?"
Maurevel strove to speak, but an unintelligible sound came from his throat, a b.l.o.o.d.y foam covered his lips, and he shook his head in sign of inability and pain.
"Speak!" cried Catharine, "speak! if only one word!"
Maurevel pointed to his wound, again made several inarticulate gasps, which ended in a hoa.r.s.e rattle, and fainted.
Catharine looked around her. She was surrounded by the bodies of dead and dying; blood flowed in every direction, and the silence of death hovered over everything.
Once again she spoke to Maurevel, but failed to rouse him; he was not only silent but motionless; a paper was in his doublet. It was the order of arrest signed by the King. Catharine seized it and hid it in her breast. Just then she heard a light step behind her, and turning, she saw the Duc d"Alencon at the door. In spite of himself he had been drawn thither by the noise, and the sight before him fascinated him.
"You here?" said she.
"Yes, madame. For G.o.d"s sake what has happened?"
"Go back to your room, Francois; you will know soon enough."
D"Alencon was not as ignorant of the affair as Catharine supposed.
At the sound of the first steps in the corridor he had listened. Seeing some men enter the apartments of the King of Navarre, and by connecting this with some words Catharine had uttered, he had guessed what was about to take place, and was rejoiced at having so dangerous an enemy destroyed by a hand stronger than his own. Before long the noises of pistol-shots and the rapid steps of a man running had attracted his attention, and he had seen disappearing in the light s.p.a.ce caused by the opening of the door leading to the stairway the red cloak too well known not to be recognized.
"De Mouy!" he cried, "De Mouy in the apartments of the King of Navarre!
Why, that is impossible! Can it be Monsieur de la Mole?"
He grew alarmed. Remembering that the young man had been recommended to him by Marguerite herself, and wishing to make sure that it was he whom he had just seen, he ascended hurriedly to the chamber of the two young men. It was vacant. But in a corner he found the famous red cloak hanging against the wall. His suspicions were confirmed. It was not La Mole, but De Mouy. Pale and trembling lest the Huguenot should be discovered, and would betray the secrets of the conspiracy, he rushed to the gate of the Louvre. There he was told that the red cloak had escaped safe and sound, shouting out as he pa.s.sed that some one was being murdered in the Louvre by order of the King.
"He is mistaken," murmured D"Alencon; "it is by order of the queen mother."
Returning to the scene of combat, he found Catharine wandering like a hyena among the dead.
At the order from his mother the young man returned to his rooms, affecting calmness and obedience, in spite of the tumultuous thoughts which were pa.s.sing through his mind.
In despair at the failure of this new attempt, Catharine called the captain of the guards, had the bodies removed, gave orders that Maurevel, who was only wounded, be carried to his home, and told them not to waken the King.
"Oh!" she murmured, as she returned to her rooms, her head sunk on her bosom, "he has again escaped. The hand of G.o.d is over this man. He will reign! he will reign!"
Entering her room, she pa.s.sed her hand across her brow, and a.s.sumed an ordinary smile.
"What was the matter, madame?" asked every one except Madame de Sauve, who was too frightened to ask any questions.
"Nothing," replied Catharine; "a noise, that was all."
"Oh!" cried Madame de Sauve, suddenly pointing to the floor, "your majesty says there is nothing the matter, and every one of your majesty"s steps leaves a trace of blood on the carpet!"
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
A NIGHT OF KINGS.
Charles IX. walked along with Henry leaning on his arm, followed by his four gentlemen and preceded by two torch-bearers.
"When I leave the Louvre," said the poor King, "I feel a pleasure similar to that which comes to me when I enter a beautiful forest. I breathe, I live, I am free."
Henry smiled.
"In that case," said he, "your Majesty would be in your element among the mountains of the Bearn."
"Yes, and I understand that you want to go back to them; but if you are very anxious to do so, Henriot," added Charles, laughing, "my advice is to be careful, for my mother Catharine loves you so dearly that it is absolutely impossible for her to get along without you."
"What does your Majesty plan to do this evening?" asked Henry, changing this dangerous conversation.
"I want to have you meet some one, Henriot, and you shall give me your opinion."
"I am at your Majesty"s orders."
"To the right! to the right! We will take the Rue des Barres."
The two kings, followed by their escort, had pa.s.sed the Rue de la Savonnerie, when in front of the Hotel de Conde they saw two men, wrapped in large cloaks, coming out of a secret door which one of them noiselessly closed behind him.
"Oh! oh!" said the King to Henry, who as usual had seen everything, but had not spoken, "this deserves attention."
"Why do you say that, sire?" asked the King of Navarre.