"Because I am dead."
"Again this joke!"
"No; I have changed my name and position."
"What are you, then?"
"I am Robert Briquet, merchant and leaguer."
"You a leaguer?"
"A devoted one, so that I keep away from M. de Mayenne. I have, then, for me, first, the army of Lorraine--six thousand men; remember that number."
"I listen."
"Then, at least one hundred thousand Parisians."
"Famous soldiers!"
"Sufficiently so to annoy you much: 6,000 and 100,000 are 106,000; then there is the pope, the Spaniards, M. de Bourbon, the Flemings, Henry of Navarre, the Duc d"Anjou--"
"Have you done?" interrupted Henri, impatiently.
"There still remain three cla.s.ses of people."
"What are they?"
"First the Catholics, who hate you because you only three parts exterminated the Huguenots: then the Huguenots, who hate you because you have three parts exterminated them; and the third party is that which desires neither you, nor your brother, nor M. de Guise, but your brother-in-law, Henri of Navarre."
"Provided that he abjure. But these people of whom you speak are all France."
"Just so. These are my troops as a leaguer; now add, and compare."
"You are joking, are you not, Chicot?"
"Is it a time to joke, when you are alone, against all the world?"
Henri a.s.sumed an air of royal dignity. "Alone I am," said he, "but at the same time I alone command. You show me an army, but where is the chief? You will say, M. de Guise; but do I not keep him at Nancy? M. de Mayenne, you say yourself, is at Soissons, the Duc d"Anjou is at Brussels, and the king of Navarre at Pau; so that if I am alone, I am free. I am like a hunter in the midst of a plain, waiting to see his prey come within his reach."
"On the contrary; you are the game whom the hunters track to his lair."
"Chicot!"
"Well! let me hear whom you have seen come."
"No one."
"Yet some one has come."
"Of those whom I named?"
"Not exactly, but nearly."
"Who?"
"A woman."
"My sister Margot?"
"No; the d.u.c.h.esse de Montpensier."
"She! at Paris?"
"Mon Dieu! yes."
"Well, if she be; I do not fear women."
"True; but she comes as the avant courier to announce the arrival of her brother."
"Of M. de Guise?"
"Yes."
"And do you think that embarra.s.ses me? Give me ink and paper."
"What for? To sign an order for M. de Guise to remain at Nancy?"
"Exactly; the idea must be good, since you had it also."
"Execrable, on the contrary."
"Why?"
"As soon as he receives it he will know he is wanted at Paris, and he will come."
The king grew angry. "If you only returned to talk like this," said he, "you had better have stayed away."
"What would you have? Phantoms never flatter. But be reasonable; why do you think M. de Guise remains at Nancy?"
"To organize an army."
"Well; and for what purpose does he destine this army?"
"Ah, Chicot! you fatigue me with all these questions."
"You will sleep better after it. He destines this army--"
"To attack the Huguenots in the north--"