"I will denounce you."
"Is it not a joke?"
"What?"
"That you will tell the king after your nap."
"Not at all. You see, my dear friend," said Chicot, half raising his head, "you are a conspirator, and I am a spy; you have a plot, and I denounce you; we each follow our business."
And Chicot laid his head down again, so that his face was completely hidden by his hands, while the back of his head was protected by his helmet.
"Ah!" cried Borromee, "you will denounce me when you wake!" and, rising, he made a furious blow with his dagger on the back of his companion, thinking to pierce him through and nail him to the table. But he had not reckoned on the shirt of mail which Chicot had carried away from the priory. The dagger broke upon it like gla.s.s, and for the second time Chicot owed his life to it.
Before Borromee had time to recover from his astonishment, Chicot"s right fist struck him a heavy blow in the face, and sent him bleeding and stunned against the wall.
In a minute, however, he was up, and sword in hand; but this minute had sufficed for Chicot to draw his sword also, and prepare himself. He seemed to shake off, as if by enchantment, all the fumes of the wine, and stood with a steady hand to receive his adversary. The table, like a field of battle, covered with empty bottles, lay between them, but the blood flowing down his face infuriated Borromee, who lunged at his adversary as fiercely as the intervening table permitted.
"Dolt!" cried Chicot, "you see that it is decidedly you who are drunk, for you cannot reach me across the table, while my arm is six inches longer than yours, and my sword as much longer than your sword; and here is the proof."
As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and wounded Borromee in the forehead. Borromee uttered a cry, still more of rage than of pain, and as he was brave enough, attacked with double fury.
Chicot, however, still on the other side of the table, took a chair and sat down, saying, "Mon Dieu! how stupid these soldiers are; they pretend to know how to manage their swords, and any bourgeois, if he liked, could kill them like flies. Ah! now you want to put out my eye. And now you mount on the table; but, ventre de biche! take care, donkey." And he p.r.i.c.ked him with his sword in the stomach, as he had already done in the forehead.
Borromee roared with anger and leaped from the table to the floor.
"That is as it should, be," said Chicot; "now we are on the same level, and we can talk while we are fencing. Ah! captain, captain, and so we sometimes try our hand a little at a.s.sa.s.sination in our spare moments, do we?"
"I do for my cause what you do for yours," said Borromee, now brought back to the seriousness of his position, and terrified, in spite of himself, at the smothered fire which seemed gleaming in Chicot"s eyes.
"So much for talking," said Chicot; "and yet, my friend, it is with no little pleasure I find that I am a better hand than you are. Ah! that was not bad."
Borromee had just made a lunge at Chicot, which had slightly touched his breast.
"Not bad, but I know the thrust--it is the very same you showed little Jacques. I was just saying, then, that I have the advantage of you, for I did not begin this quarrel, however anxiously disposed I might have been to do so. More than that, even, I have allowed you to carry out your project by giving you every lat.i.tude you required, and yet at this very moment even, I have only been acting on the defensive, and this, because I have something to propose to you."
"Nothing," cried Borromee, exasperated at Chicot"s imperturbability, "nothing."
And he gave a thrust which would have run the Gascon completely through the body, if the latter had not, with his long legs, sprung back a step, which placed him out of his adversary"s reach.
"I am going to tell you what this arrangement is, all the same, so that I shall have nothing left to reproach myself for."
"Hold your tongue," said Borromee; "hold your tongue; it will be useless."
"Listen," said Chicot; "it is to satisfy my own conscience. I have no wish to shed your blood, you understand, and I don"t want to kill you until I am driven to extremes."
"Kill me, kill me, I say, if you can!" exclaimed Borromee, exasperated.
"No, no; I have already once in my life killed another such swordsman as you are; I will even say a better swordsman than you. Pardieu! you know him; he, too, was one of De Guise"s retainers--a lawyer, too."
"Ah! Nicolas David!" said Borromee, terrified at the incident, and again placing himself on the defensive.
"Exactly so."
"It was you who killed him?"
"Oh! yes, with a pretty little thrust which I will presently show you, if you decline the arrangement I propose."
"Well, let me hear what the arrangement is."
"You will pa.s.s from the Duc de Guise"s service to that of the king, without, however, quitting that of the duc."
"In other words, that I should become a spy like yourself?"
"No, for there will be a difference; I am not paid, but you will be. You will begin by showing me the Duc de Guise"s letter to Madame la d.u.c.h.esse de Montpensier; you will let me take a copy of it, and I will leave you quiet until another occasion. Well, am I not considerate?"--"Here," said Borromee, "is my answer."
Borromee"s reply was "un coupe sur les armes," so rapidly dealt that the point of his sword slightly touched Chicot"s shoulder.
"Well, well," said Chicot, "I see I must positively show you Nicolas David"s thrust. It is very simple and pretty."
And Chicot, who had up to that moment been acting on the defensive, made one step forward and attacked in his turn.
"This is the thrust," said Chicot; "I make a feint in quartreba.s.se."
And he did so; Borromee parried by giving way; but, after this first step backward he was obliged to stop, as he found that he was close to the part.i.tion.
"Good! precisely so; you parry in a circle; that"s wrong, for my wrist is stronger than yours. I catch your sword in mine, thus. I return to the attack by a tierce haute, I fall upon you, so, and you are hit, or, rather, you are a dead man!"
In fact, the thrust had followed, or rather had accompanied, the demonstration, and the slender rapier, penetrating Borromee"s chest, had glided like a needle completely through him, penetrating deeply, and with a dull, heavy sound, the wooden part.i.tion behind him.
Borromee flung out his arms, letting his sword fall to the ground; his eyes became fixed and injected with blood, his mouth opened wide, his lips were stained with a red-colored foam, his head fell on his shoulder with a sigh, which sounded like a death-rattle; then his limbs refused their support, and his body as it sunk forward enlarged the aperture of the wound, but could not free itself from the part.i.tion, supported as it was by Chicot"s terrible wrist, so that the miserable wretch, like a gigantic insect, remained fastened to the wall, which his feet kicked convulsively.
Chicot, cold and impa.s.sible as he always was in positions of great difficulty, especially when he had a conviction at the bottom of his heart that he had done everything his conscience could require of him--Chicot, we say, took his hand from his sword, which remained in a horizontal position, unfastened the captain"s belt, searched his doublet, took the letter, and read the address:
"d.u.c.h.esse de Montpensier."
All this time the blood was welling copiously from the wound, and the agony of death was depicted on the features of the wounded man.
"I am dying, I am dying!" he murmured. "O Heaven! have pity on me."
This last appeal to the divine mercy, made by a man who had most probably rarely thought of it until this moment of his direst need, touched Chicot"s feeling.
"Let us be charitable," he said; "and since this man must die, let him at least die as quietly as possible."
He then advanced toward the part.i.tion, and by an effort withdrew his sword from the wall, and supporting Borromee"s body, he prevented it from falling heavily to the ground.
This last precaution, however, was useless; the approach of death had been rapid and certain, and had already paralyzed the dying man"s limbs.
His legs gave way beneath him, he fell into Chicot"s arms, and then rolled heavily on the floor.