"It will not occur again."
"_Croix Dieu!_ I will take care of that. It will not occur again with you, M. d"Auriac. See here, I will pay my debt; but first ask if I have your parole not to attempt escape. If you do not give it--"and he laid his hand on a call-bell, with an inquiring look towards me.
"I will not attempt escape."
"Then you will not have to complain of the justice of de Rone.
To-morrow some things will happen, and amongst them will be the lamented death of the Sieur d"Auriac. This much I will tell you.
To-morrow the King and I meet once more--you must die on the field.
Win or lose, if I catch you alive at the close of the day, I will hang you as high as Haman; and now go."
CHAPTER II
M. DE RoNE CANNOT READ A CYPHER
My first thought on leaving de Rone was to make my way direct to the quarters of the staff, where I felt sure of welcome and accommodation for the rest of the night. These lay a hundred toises or so from the General"s pavilion, facing from me; but as I came near to them I saw a pennon of light streaming from the partly open door of the largest tent, and from within burst a chorus of voices singing an old _chanson_ of Guienne.
Frere Jacques, dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines-- Bim! Baum! Baum!
Bim! Baum! Baum! The last line was repeated amidst peals of laughter, followed by the crashing of gla.s.s. It was enough for me. I was in no mood for any further folly, or any more d"Arbois, and resolved to make the best of it in the open, as at this hour it was worse than useless to attempt to find my lackey Jacques, whom I had left behind in the camp with my belongings when I went on to the outposts. This man, I may note, was a faithful servant of our house, rough of manner, perhaps, but one who could be trusted to the end of his sword; and it was annoying to know that any search for him would be useless, as I had a message or so to send to Auriac, in the event of the worst happening. But resigning myself to what could not be helped I found a spot under some peach trees, which was convenient enough for my purpose. Tethering my horse to a stump, I removed the saddle, which I made shift to use as a cushion, and, leaning my back against it, was soon as comfortable as circ.u.mstances would permit. Enough had happened to drive from my head any of the fumes of the d"Arbois that may have been lurking there. In short, I was as sober as MM. of the High Court of Paris, and as wide awake as a cat on the look out for a mouse. Do what I could, sleep would not come, and I began, for want of a better thing, to reflect on my position. To act on Nicholas" advice and desert was out of the question; my private honour was not to be smirched, and the few hours I had yet to live were not to be spent in the breaking of my faith. A few hours to live! Involuntarily I stretched out my arm and drew it back, feeling the muscle rise at the movement. Good Lord! It was cruel! When one is five-and-twenty, and strong as a bull, it is hard to die. One death, that on the field, I could face with an equal mind; but if the chances of to-morrow were not kind, then there was the other matter, and the last of the d"Auriacs would swing like a _croquemort_ from the branch of a tree.
_Morbleu!_ It was not to be borne, and I swore that my own hand should free my soul, rather than it should choke its way out to eternity at the end of a greased rope. The slight flesh wound I had received from de Gomeron beginning to sting at this moment, I thrust my hand into my pocket, and pulling out my kerchief, placed it over the spot. With the kerchief I drew out the knot of ribbon, and the sight of this, as I picked it up and held it between my fingers, changed the current of my thoughts. Almost in spite of myself I began to think of Madame, as I called her, by the only name I knew. It was a strangely formal t.i.tle for one so young! Who was she? Some great lady of the court, perhaps.
The wife--the thought jarred on me, and I put it aside, and then grew cold all over at the recollection of the danger she had escaped. At any rate, it was my hand that had rescued her from her peril. If we met again, it must surely be as friends, and it was pleasant to dwell on that. As my mind ran on in this way, I noticed a pin attached to the dainty bow, and at first I had a mind to fasten the token to the side of my hat, saying half aloud to myself, "_Par Dieu!_ But I will bear this favour to the King to-morrow," and then I felt I had no right to wear the ribbon, and, changing my intention to do so, thrust it back with a half smile at my folly.
Gradually the moonlight faded into a shimmering mist, through which purple shadows came and went; gradually the mist grew darker and darker, and I fell asleep. My sleep could not have lasted much more than an hour; but so profound was it that ages seemed to have pa.s.sed when I awoke with a start, and the consciousness of movement around me. The moon was on the wane; but I saw that the camp was astir, and that the men were being mustered as silently as possible.
"So things are about to happen," I said to myself, recalling de Rone"s words, and hastily saddling my horse, sprang on his back, and moved towards the General"s tent. All around me was the m.u.f.fled tramp of feet, the jingle of chain-bits and steel scabbards, the plunging of impatient horses, and a subdued hum of voices, above which rose now and again a hoa.r.s.e word of command, as regiment after regiment wheeled into position on the level stretch before us. Three long black lines were moving noiselessly and rapidly towards the Oise. I knew they were de Leyva"s brigade of Spanish infantry, veterans of the war of Flanders. To my right the occasional flash of a lance-head through the thick haze that was coming up, but which the morning sun would dissipate, showed me where the cuira.s.siers of Aumale were, and I thought of de Gomeron with regret that I had not finished him before de Rone"s inopportune arrival. I had to die, and it might have been some consolation, in such mood was I, to have sent Adam de Gomeron on the dark way before me.
When I reached the General"s pavilion de Rone was just mounting his horse, a lackey standing near with a sputtering torch, and his staff in a little clump, a few yards away. I saluted, and he gave me a keen look, saying:
"So you have come, M. d"Auriac--take your place with the staff. I will give you your work later on--and remember."
"I am not likely to forget, M. le Marquis," and I moved off in the direction indicated.
"Is that you, d"Auriac?" "Why have you left the outposts?"
"_Sangdieu!_ but why did you not come to us last night?" "How is M. de Rethelois, and have you seen the abbess of Ste. Genevieve?"
These and suchlike greetings met me as I was recognised and welcomed by de Belin, the young Tavannes, de Cosse-Brissac, and others of my acquaintance. I replied as best I might, but there was no time for much talk, as the General was moving onwards at a rapid pace, and we were compelled to follow at once. I dropped a little to the rear, to husband the strength of my horse as far as possible, and was joined by another rider.
^Is that you, Belin?"
"_Ma foi!_ Yes. It is the devil being hustled up so early in the morning--I am yet but half awake."
"I was surprised to find you here. I thought you were with the Archduke and de Mayenne."
"What! have you not heard?"
"What in the devil"s name could I hear on those cursed outposts?"
"Then in your ear--the Remois have gone from us, and de Mayenne and the Guisard have pa.s.sed over to the King. My news is certain, and the Archduke has sent a cypher to de Rone bidding him retreat at once on Amiens."
"But this does not look like a retreat."
"No; de Rone has lost the key of the cypher."
We both laughed, and Belin went on: "It was droll. I saw him receive the message, which the old fox must have read at a glance. But he turned it this way and that, and looking at Egmont, said as calmly as possible, "Ride back to Amiens and fetch me the key. I have lost mine and cannot follow the cypher"--but hark!" and Belin interrupted himself, "there is de Rethelois" good morning."
Even as he spoke three bright flashes came from the citadel of La Fere, and the big guns from the bastion of Ste. Genevieve boomed sullenly into the morning. Then a long streak of fire ran across the grey mist, followed by the angry crackle of the petronels, above which the reports of the bombards of the trench-masters, as they replied to de Rethelois" artillery, sounded like strokes on a war drum.
"_Ventre St. Gris!_ The Spaniards have drawn first blood, Belin."
"M. d"Auriac!"
De Rone"s voice stopped any further talk, and I spurred to his side.
"My compliments to the Conde de Leyva and ask him not to waste time spitting at de Rethelois--tell him to leave a sufficient force to hold the garrison in check, and move across the river towards St.
Gobains--report yourself to me at the ford."
I galloped off, and when I reached the Spaniard, whom I found with some difficulty, I discovered that he had already antic.i.p.ated de Rone"s orders, and had besides almost cut off a sortie from the city.
There was nothing for it, therefore, but to wish de Leyva a pleasant day and to go on to the ford.
And now a pale band of orange stretched across the east, and daylight rapidly came. A fair breeze sprang up with the sun, blowing the vapour into long feathery clouds that rolled slowly to the west. So heavy was the fire de Rethelois kept up from the citadel that its square keep was entirely hidden by the smoke; but as I rode towards the ford down the long slope that ended in the Red Mill, I saw on my right the whole of de Rone"s army, advancing to the river in long even columns, and on my left, where they appeared to have sprung up by magic, two strong bodies of cavalry, whilst behind them, marching as rapidly as our own troops, and in as perfect order, came the men of Arques and Ivry, of Fontaine Francaise, and all the hundred fights of Henry of Navarre.
By this time I had come to the outpost, and found the thatched roof of the cottage in flames, the result of a stray sh.e.l.l that had dropped through it, and blown down half of the remaining walls. It was clearly empty, but as I trotted past the thorn hedge I saw, about fifty paces or so to my right, a single horseman under a tree. His hands were tied behind him, and a cord, which hung from a branch overhead, ended in a noose secured lightly but firmly round his neck. His position was such that if the horse moved away from beneath him he would hang, and the poor wretch was absorbed in coaxing the animal to remain steady; but the trooper he bestrode had already scented the coming battle. His ears were c.o.c.ked, his tail held out in an arch, and he was pawing at the ground with his forefoot. I could not hear what the man was saying, but his lips were moving, I doubt not with mingled prayers and curses, and I could see that he was trying to restrain the animal by the pressure of his knees. Another look showed me it was Nicholas, the sergeant, and knowing there was little leisure to lose if the knave was to be saved, I put spurs to my beast and headed towards him. I was just in time, for as I started the old trooper gave a loud neigh, flourished his heels in the air, and galloped off towards the enemy, with his mane and tail streaming in the wind. A touch of my sword freed Nicholas, but it was a narrow affair, and he lay gasping on the ground, and as he lay there I noticed that his ears had been cropped close to his head, and that the wounds were quite fresh. He recovered himself in about a minute, for the dog was tough as leather, and was about to pour forth his thanks and tell me how he came in such plight, but, sincerely sorry as I was, I had to cut him short.
"Keep the story for another day, Nicholas," I said, "and follow the example of your horse, who I see is a loyal subject, and has gone straight back to the King."
With these words I spurred onwards, leaving Nicholas to follow my advice or not, as he listed. I had gathered enough, however, to find out that he was a victim to M. de Gomeron"s ingenious humour. Little did I think, however, when I saved this poor fellow how amply I would be re-quited hereafter.
I reached the ford just before the General, and saw that our right flank had already crossed the river in the far distance. Opposite us the Royalists appeared to be in some confusion; but in a moment they were restored to order, and moved steadily on.
"The King is there," burst out Belin, and a grim smile pa.s.sed over de Rone"s features as he nodded his head slightly in token of a.s.sent. As Belin spoke a group of about half a dozen riders galloped from the enemy"s van, and, coming straight towards us, halted a bare hundred paces or so from the river bank. The leading horseman was mounted on a bay charger, and it needed not a second glance, nor a look at the white plumes in his helmet, to tell that it was Henry himself. Close beside him was a short, dark, thick-set man, with the jewel of the Order of France at his neck. He managed the grey he rode with infinite skill, and with his drawn sword pointed towards us, seemed to be urging something on the King.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"The King"s viper," answered Belin, "who will sting him some day: do you not know Biron? _Mordieu!_" he added, turning to de Rone, "shall we end the war, General; we could do it with a bit of lead that wouldn"t cost the tenth part of a tester?"
De Rone"s brown cheek paled at the words, and for an instant he seemed to hesitate, and I could well understand his temptation.
"No," he replied--"_drop that_," he thundered to a musketeer who was poising his piece, and the man fell back with a disappointed air.
"_Peste!_" grumbled Belin, "we might have all been in Paris within the week, whereas now it will take a fortnight at the least."