"Alas! my lord!" said the Count, "I have it from an eyewitness, an archer of the King of France"s Scottish Guard, who was in the hall when the murder was committed by William de la Marck"s order."
"And who was doubtless aiding and abetting in the horrible sacrilege,"
said the Duke, starting up and stamping with his foot with such fury that he dashed in pieces the footstool which was placed before him. "Bar the doors of this hall, gentlemen--secure the windows--let no stranger stir from his seat, upon pain of instant death!--Gentlemen of my chamber, draw your swords."
And turning upon Louis, he advanced his own hand slowly and deliberately to the hilt of his weapon, while the King, without either showing fear or a.s.suming a defensive posture, only said--"These news, fair cousin, have staggered your reason."
"No!" replied the Duke, in a terrible tone, "but they have awakened a just resentment, which I have too long suffered to be stifled by trivial considerations of circ.u.mstance and place. Murderer of thy brother!--rebel against thy parent--tyrant over thy subjects!--treacherous ally!--perjured King!--dishonoured gentleman!--thou art in my power, and I thank G.o.d for it."
"Rather thank my folly," said the King; "for when we met on equal terms at Montl"hery, methinks you wished yourself farther from me than we are now."
The Duke still held his hand on the hilt of his sword, but refrained to draw his weapon or to strike a foe who offered no sort of resistance which could in any wise provoke violence.
Meanwhile, wild and general confusion spread itself through the hall.
The doors were now fastened and guarded by order of the Duke; but several of the French n.o.bles, few as they were in number, started from their seats, and prepared for the defence of their Sovereign. Louis had spoken not a word either to Orleans or Dunois since they were liberated from restraint at the Castle of Loches, if it could be termed liberation, to be dragged in King Louis"s train, objects of suspicion evidently, rather than of respect and regard; but, nevertheless, the voice of Dunois was first heard above the tumult, addressing himself to the Duke of Burgundy.
"Sir Duke, you have forgotten that you are a va.s.sal of France, and that we, your guests, are Frenchmen. If you lift a hand against our Monarch, prepare to sustain the utmost effects of our despair; for, credit me, we shall feast as high with the blood of Burgundy as we have done with its wine.--Courage, my Lord of Orleans--and you, gentlemen of France, form yourselves round Dunois, and do as he does."
It was in that moment when a King might see upon what tempers he could certainly rely. The few independent n.o.bles and knights who attended Louis, most of whom had only received from him frowns or discountenance, unappalled by the display of infinitely superior force, and the certainty of destruction in case they came to blows, hastened to array themselves around Dunois, and, led by him, to press towards the head of the table where the contending Princes were seated.
On the contrary, the tools and agents whom Louis had dragged forward out of their fitting and natural places into importance which was not due to them, showed cowardice and cold heart, and, remaining still in their seats, seemed resolved not to provoke their fate by intermeddling, whatever might become of their benefactor.
The first of the more generous party was the venerable Lord Crawford, who, with an agility which no one would have expected at his years, forced his way through all opposition (which was the less violent, as many of the Burgundians, either from a point of honour, or a secret inclination to prevent Louis"s impending fate, gave way to him), and threw himself boldly between the King and the Duke. He then placed his bonnet, from which his white hair escaped in dishevelled tresses, upon one side of his head--his pale cheek and withered brow coloured, and his aged eye lightened with all the fire of a gallant who is about to dare some desperate action. His cloak was flung over one shoulder, and his action intimated his readiness to wrap it about his left arm, while he unsheathed his sword with his right.
"I have fought for his father and his grandsire," that was all he said, "and by Saint Andrew, end the matter as it will, I will not fail him at this pinch."
What has taken some time to narrate, happened, in fact, with the speed of light; for so soon as the Duke a.s.sumed his threatening posture, Crawford had thrown himself betwixt him and the object of his vengeance; and the French gentlemen, drawing together as fast as they could, were crowding to the same point.
The Duke of Burgundy still remained with his hand on his sword, and seemed in the act of giving the signal for a general onset, which must necessarily have ended in the ma.s.sacre of the weaker party, when Crevecoeur rushed forward, and exclaimed in a voice like a trumpet, "My liege Lord of Burgundy, beware what you do! This is your hall--you are the King"s va.s.sal--do not spill the blood of your guest on your hearth, the blood of your Sovereign on the throne you have erected for him, and to which he came under your safeguard. For the sake of your house"s honour, do not attempt to revenge one horrid murder by another yet worse!"
"Out of my road, Crevecoeur," answered the Duke, "and let my vengeance pa.s.s!--Out of my path! The wrath of kings is to be dreaded like that of Heaven."
"Only when, like that of Heaven, it is just," answered Crevecoeur firmly. "Let me pray of you, my lord, to rein the violence of your temper, however justly offended.--And for you, my Lords of France, where resistance is unavailing, let me recommend you to forbear whatever may lead towards bloodshed."
"He is right," said Louis, whose coolness forsook him not in that dreadful moment, and who easily foresaw that if a brawl should commence, more violence would be dared and done in the heat of blood than was likely to be attempted if peace were preserved.
"My cousin Orleans--kind Dunois--and you, my trusty Crawford--bring not on ruin and bloodshed by taking offence too hastily. Our cousin the Duke is chafed at the tidings of the death of a near and loving friend, the venerable Bishop of Liege, whose slaughter we lament as he does.
Ancient, and, unhappily, recent subjects of jealousy lead him to suspect us of having abetted a crime which our bosom abhors. Should our host murder us on this spot--us, his King and his kinsman, under a false impression of our being accessory to this unhappy accident, our fate will be little lightened, but, on the contrary, greatly aggravated, by your stirring.--Therefore stand back, Crawford.--Were it my last word, I speak as a King to his officer, and demand obedience.--Stand back, and, if it is required, yield up your sword. I command you to do so, and your oath obliges you to obey."
"True, true, my lord," said Crawford, stepping back, and returning to the sheath the blade he had half drawn.--"It may be all very true; but, by my honour, if I were at the head of threescore and ten of my brave fellows, instead of being loaded with more than the like number of years, I would try whether I could have some reason out of these fine gallants, with their golden chains and looped up bonnets, with braw warld dyes [gaudy colors] and devices on them."
The Duke stood with his eyes fixed on the ground for a considerable s.p.a.ce, and then said, with bitter irony, "Crevecoeur, you say well; and it concerns our honour that our obligations to this great King, our honoured and loving guest, be not so hastily adjusted, as in our hasty anger we had at first proposed. We will so act that all Europe shall acknowledge the justice of our proceedings.--Gentlemen of France, you must render up your arms to my officers! Your master has broken the truce, and has no t.i.tle to take farther benefit of it. In compa.s.sion, however, to your sentiments of honour, and in respect to the rank which he hath disgraced, and the race from which he hath degenerated, we ask not our cousin Louis"s sword."
"Not one of us," said Dunois, "will resign our weapon, or quit this hall, unless we are a.s.sured of at least our King"s safety, in life and limb."
"Nor will a man of the Scottish Guard," exclaimed Crawford, "lay down his arms, save at the command of the King of France, or his High Constable."
"Brave Dunois," said Louis, "and you, my trusty Crawford, your zeal will do me injury instead of benefit.--I trust," he added with dignity, "in my rightful cause, more than in a vain resistance, which would but cost the lives of my best and bravest. Give up your swords.--The n.o.ble Burgundians, who accept such honourable pledges, will be more able than you are to protect both you and me.--Give up your swords.--It is I who command you."
It was thus that, in this dreadful emergency, Louis showed the prompt.i.tude of decision and clearness of judgment which alone could have saved his life. He was aware that, until actual blows were exchanged, he should have the a.s.sistance of most of the n.o.bles present to moderate the fury of their Prince; but that, were a melee once commenced, he himself and his few adherents must be instantly murdered. At the same time, his worst enemies confessed that his demeanour had in it nothing either of meanness or cowardice. He shunned to aggravate into frenzy the wrath of the Duke; but he neither deprecated nor seemed to fear it, and continued to look on him with the calm and fixed attention with which a brave man eyes the menacing gestures of a lunatic, whilst conscious that his own steadiness and composure operate as an insensible and powerful check on the rage even of insanity.
Crawford, at the King"s command, threw his sword to Crevecoeur, saying, "Take it! and the devil give you joy of it.--It is no dishonour to the rightful owner who yields it, for we have had no fair play."
"Hold, gentlemen," said the Duke in a broken voice, as one whom pa.s.sion had almost deprived of utterance, "retain your swords; it is sufficient you promise not to use them. And you, Louis of Valois, must regard yourself as my prisoner, until you are cleared of having abetted sacrilege and murder. Have him to the Castle.--Have him to Earl Herbert"s Tower. Let him have six gentlemen of his train to attend him, such as he shall choose.--My Lord of Crawford, your guard must leave the Castle, and shall be honourably quartered elsewhere. Up with every drawbridge, and down with every portcullis.--Let the gates of the town be trebly guarded.--Draw the floating bridge to the right hand side of the river.--Bring round the Castle my band of Black Walloons [regiments of Dutch troops, wearing black armour], and treble the sentinels on every post!--You, D"Hymbercourt, look that patrols of horse and foot make the round of the town every half hour during the night and every hour during the next day--if indeed such ward shall be necessary after daybreak, for it is like we may be sudden in this matter.--Look to the person of Louis, as you love your life."
He started from the table in fierce and moody haste, darted a glance of mortal enmity at the King, and rushed out of the apartment.
"Sirs," said the King, looking with dignity around him, "grief for the death of his ally hath made your Prince frantic. I trust you know better your duty, as knights and n.o.blemen, than to abet him in his treasonable violence against the person of his liege Lord."
At this moment was heard in the streets the sound of drums beating, and horns blowing, to call out the soldiery in every direction.
"We are," said Crevecoeur, who acted as the Marshal of the Duke"s household, "subjects of Burgundy, and must do our duty as such. Our hopes and prayers, and our efforts, will not be wanting to bring about peace and union between your Majesty and our liege Lord. Meantime, we must obey his commands. These other lords and knights will be proud to contribute to the convenience of the ill.u.s.trious Duke of Orleans, of the brave Dunois, and the stout Lord Crawford. I myself must be your Majesty"s chamberlain, and bring you to your apartments in other guise than would be my desire, remembering the hospitality of Plessis. You have only to choose your attendants, whom the Duke"s commands limit to six."
"Then," said the King, looking around him, and thinking for a moment--"I desire the attendance of Oliver le Dain, of a private of my Life Guard called Balafre, who may be unarmed if you will--of Tristan l"Hermite, with two of his people--and my right royal and trusty philosopher, Martius Galeotti."
"Your Majesty"s will shall be complied with in all points," said the Count de Crevecoeur. "Galeotti," he added, after a moment"s inquiry, "is, I understand, at present supping in some buxom company, but he shall instantly be sent for; the others will obey your Majesty"s command upon the instant."
"Forward, then, to the new abode, which the hospitality of our cousin provides for us," said the King. "We know it is strong, and have only to hope it may be in a corresponding degree safe."
"Heard you the choice which King Louis has made of his attendants?" said Le Glorieux to Count Crevecoeur apart, as they followed Louis from the hall.
"Surely, my merry gossip," replied the Count. "What hast thou to object to them?"
"Nothing, nothing--only they are a rare election!--A panderly barber--a Scottish hired cutthroat--a chief hangman and his two a.s.sistants, and a thieving charlatan.--I will along with you, Crevecoeur, and take a lesson in the degrees of roguery, from observing your skill in marshalling them. The devil himself could scarce have summoned such a synod, or have been a better president amongst them."
Accordingly, the all licensed jester, seizing the Count"s arm familiarly, began to march along with him, while, under a strong guard, yet forgetting no semblance of respect, he conducted the King towards his new apartment.
[The historical facts attending this celebrated interview are expounded and enlarged upon in this chapter. Agents sent by Louis had tempted the people of Liege to rebel against their superior, Duke Charles, and persecute and murder their Bishop. But Louis was not prepared for their acting with such prompt.i.tude. They flew to arms with the temerity of a fickle rabble, took the Bishop prisoner, menaced and insulted him, and tore to pieces one or two of his canons. This news was sent to the Duke of Burgundy at the moment when Louis had so unguardedly placed himself in his power; and the consequence was that Charles placed guards on the Castle of Peronne, and, deeply resenting the treachery of the king of France in exciting sedition in his dominions, while he pretended the most intimate friendship, he deliberated whether he should not put Louis to death. Three days Louis was detained in this very precarious situation, and it was only his profuse liberality amongst Charles"s favourites and courtiers which finally ensured him from death or deposition. Comines, who was the Duke of Burgundy"s chamberlain at the time, and slept in his apartment, says Charles neither undressed nor slept, but flung himself from time to time on the bed, and, at other times, wildly traversed the apartment. It was long before his violent temper became in any degree tractable. At length he only agreed to give Louis his liberty, on condition of his accompanying him in person against, and employing his troops in subduing, the mutineers whom his intrigues had instigated to arms. This was a bitter and degrading alternative. But Louis, seeing no other mode of compounding for the effects of his rashness, not only submitted to this discreditable condition, but swore to it upon a crucifix said to have belonged to Charlemagne. These particulars are from Comines. There is a succinct epitome of them in Sir Nathaniel Wraxall"s History of France, vol.
i.--S.]
CHAPTER XXVIII: UNCERTAINTY
Then happy low, lie down; Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV.
Forty men at arms, carrying alternately naked swords and blazing torches, served as the escort, or rather the guard, of King Louis, from the town hall of Peronne to the Castle; and as he entered within its darksome and gloomy strength, it seemed as if a voice screamed in his ear that warning which the Florentine has inscribed over the portal of the infernal regions, "Leave all hope behind."
[The Florentine (1265-1321): Dante Alighieri, the greatest of Italian poets. The Divine Comedy, his chief work, describes his pa.s.sage through h.e.l.l, Purgatory, and Heaven; the inscription here referred to Dante places at the entrance of h.e.l.l.]
At that moment, perhaps, some feeling of remorse might have crossed the King"s mind, had he thought on the hundreds, nay, thousands whom, without cause, or on light suspicion, he had committed to the abysses of his dungeons, deprived of all hope of liberty, and loathing even the life to which they clung by animal instinct.
The broad glare of the torches outfacing the pale moon, which was more obscured on this than on the former night, and the red smoky light which they dispersed around the ancient buildings, gave a darker shade to that huge donjon, called the Earl Herbert"s Tower. It was the same that Louis had viewed with misgiving presentiment on the preceding evening, and of which he was now doomed to become an inhabitant, under the terror of what violence soever the wrathful temper of his overgrown va.s.sal might tempt him to exercise in those secret recesses of despotism.
To aggravate the King"s painful feelings, he saw, as he crossed the courtyard, one or two bodies, over each of which had been hastily flung a military cloak. He was not long in discerning that they were corpses of slain Archers of the Scottish Guard, who having disputed, as the Count Crevecoeur informed him, the command given them to quit the post near the King"s apartments, a brawl had ensued between them and the Duke"s Walloon bodyguards, and before it could be composed by the officers on either side, several lives had been lost.