"The king"s business is glad to step aside for yours, mademoiselle."
She curtseyed, blushing, hiding her eyes under their sooty lashes; thinking as I did, I made no doubt, here was a king indeed. His Majesty went on:
"I can well believe, mademoiselle, "tis no trifling matter brings you at midnight to our rough camp. We will not delay you further, but be at pains to remember that if in anything Henry of France can aid you he stands at your command."
[Ill.u.s.tration: ON THE WAY TO ST. DENIS.]
He made her a n.o.ble bow and took her hand to kiss, when she, like a child that sees itself losing a protector, clutched his hand in her little trembling fingers, her wet eyes fixed imploringly on his face. He beamed upon her; he felt no desire whatever to be gone.
"Am I to stay?" he asked radiantly; then with grave gentleness he added: "Mademoiselle is in trouble. Will she bring her trouble to the king?
That is what a king is for--to ease his subjects" burdens."
She could not speak; she made him her obeisance with a look out of the depths of her soul.
"Then are you my subject, mademoiselle?" he demanded slyly.
She shook the tears from her lashes, and found her voice and her smile to answer his:
"Sire, I was a true Ligueuse this morning. But I came here half Navarraise, and now I swear I am wholly one."
"Now, that is good hearing!" the king cried. "Such a recruit from Mayenne! Also is it heartening to discover that my conversion is not the only sudden one in the world. It has taken me five months to turn my coat, but here is mademoiselle turns hers in a day."
He had glanced over his shoulder to point this out to his gentleman, but now he faced about in time to catch his recruit looking triste again.
"Mademoiselle," he said, "you are beautiful, grave; but, as you had the graciousness to show me just now, still more beautiful, smiling. Now we are going to arrange matters so that you will smile always. Will you tell me what is the trouble, my child?"
"Gladly, Sire," she answered, and dropped down a moment on her knees before him, to kiss his hand.
I marvelled that Mayenne and all his armies had been able to keep this man off his throne and in his saddle four long years. It was plain why his power grew stronger every day, why every hour brought him new allies from the ranks of the League. You had only to see him to adore him. Once get him into Paris, the struggle would be over. They would put up with no other for king.
"Sire," mademoiselle said with hesitancy, "I shall tire you with my story."
"I am greatly in dread of it," the king answered, ceremoniously placing her in a chair before seating himself to listen. Then, to give her a moment, I think, to collect herself, he turned to his companion:
"Here, Rosny, if you ache to be grubbing over your papers, do not let us delay you."
"I am in no haste, Sire," his gentleman answered, unmoving.
"Which is to say, you dare not leave me alone," the king laughed out. "I tell you, St. Quentin, if I am not dragooned into a staid, discreet, steady-paced monarch, "twill be no lapse of Whip-King Rosny"s. I am listening, mademoiselle."
She began at once, eager and unfaltering. All her confusion was gone.
It had been well-nigh impossible to tell the story to M. de St. Quentin, impossible to tell it to this impa.s.sive M. de Rosny. But to the King of France and Navarre it was as easy to talk as to one"s playfellow.
"Sire, I am Lorance de Montluc. My grandfather was the Marshal Montluc."
"Were to-day next Monday, I could pray, "G.o.d rest his soul,"" the king rejoined. "But even a heretic may say that he was a gallant general, an honour to France. He married a sister of Francois le Balafre? And mademoiselle is orphaned now, and my friend Mayenne"s ward?"
"Yes, Sire. I came here, Sire, to tell M. de St. Quentin concerning his son. And though I am talking of myself, it is all the same story. Three years ago, after the king died, M. de Mayenne was endeavouring with all his might to bring the Duke of St. Quentin into the League. He offered me to him for his son, M. de Mar."
"And you are still Mlle. de Montluc?"
She turned to Monsieur with the prettiest smile in the world.
"M. de St. Quentin, though he has not fought for you, Sire, has ever been whole-heartedly loyal."
"Ventre-saint-gris!" the king exclaimed. "He is either an incredible loyalist or an incredible a.s.s!"
Even the grave Rosny smiled, and the victim laughed as he defended himself.
"That my loyalty may be credible, Sire, I make haste to say that I had never seen mademoiselle till this hour."
"I know not whether to think better of you for that, or worse," the king retorted. "Had I been in your place, beshrew me but I should have seen her."
Monsieur smiled and was silent, with anxious eyes on mademoiselle.
"M. de St. Quentin withdrew to Picardie, Sire, but M. de Mar stayed in Paris. And my cousin Mayenne never gave up entirely the notion of the marriage. He is very tenacious of his plans."
"Aye," said the king, with a grimace. "Well I know."
"He blew hot and cold with M. de Mar. He favoured the marriage on Sunday and scouted it on Wednesday and discussed it again on Friday."
"And what were M. de Mar"s opinions?"
She met his probing gaze blushing but candid.
"M. de Mar, Sire, favoured it every day in the week."
"I"ll swear he did!" the king cried.
"When M. le Duc came back to Paris," mademoiselle went on, "and it was known he had espoused your cause, Sire, Mayenne was so loath to lose the whole house of St. Quentin to you that he offered to marry me out of hand to M. de Mar. And he refused."
"Ventre-saint-gris!" Henry cried. "We will marry you to a king"s son. On my honour, mademoiselle--"
"Sire," she pleaded, "you promised to hear me."
"That I will, then. But I warn you I am out of patience with these St.
Quentins."
"Then you are out of patience with devotion to your cause, Sire."
"What! you speak for the recreants?"
"I a.s.sure you, Sire, you have no more loyal servant than M. de Mar."
"Strange I cannot recollect the face of my so loyal servant," the king said dryly.
But she, with a fine scorn of argument, made the audacious answer:
"When you see it, you will like it, Sire."