So they planned to kill Lucas at Monsieur"s side? Yeux-gris had not dared to tell me that. But he had looked me straight in the face and sworn on the cross no harm was meant to M. le Duc. Natheless, the thing looked ugly. My heart leaped up at the next words:
"Also Vigo will go."
"Vigo!"
"Not so loud! You will have the guard on us! Yes, he is to go. At first Monsieur did not tell even him, he desired to keep this visit to the king so secret. But this morning he took Vigo into his confidence, and nothing would serve the man but to go. He watches over Monsieur like a hen over a chick."
"Then it will be three to three," I said. I thought of Gervais, Yeux-gris, and Pontou, for of course I would take no part in it.
"Three to two; Lucas will not fight."
Lucas must be a poltroon, indeed!
"But Vigo and Monsieur--" I began.
"Aye, they are quick enough with their swords. Your side must be quicker, that"s all. If you are sudden enough you can easily kill the duke before he can draw."
Talk of words like thunderbolts! All the thunder of heaven could not have whelmed me like those words. Yeux-gris and his oaths! It _was_ the duke, after all!
I could not speak. I looked I know not how. But it was dusky in the arch.
"It sounds simple," he went on. "But, three of you as you are, you will have trouble with Vigo. That is all. I have told you all. I must get back before I am missed. Good luck to the enterprise."
Still I stood like a block of wood.
"Tell M. Gervais to remember me," he said, and opening the door, pa.s.sed in. I heard him lock and bolt it after him, and his footsteps hurrying down the pa.s.sageway.
Then I came to myself and sprang to the door and beat upon it furiously.
But if he heard he was afraid to respond. After a futile moment that seemed an hour I rushed out of the arch and around to the great gate.
The grilles were closed as before, but the sentry"s face, luckily, was strange to me.
"Open! open!" I shouted, breathless. "I must see M. le Duc!"
"Who are you?" he demanded, staring.
"My name is Broux. I have news for M. le Duc. Let me in. It is a matter of life and death."
"Why, I suppose, then, I must let you in," that good fellow answered, drawing back the bolts. "But you must wait here till--"
The gate was open. I took base advantage of him by sliding under his arm and shooting across the court up the steps to the house. The door stood open, and a couple of lackeys lounged on a bench in the hall.
"M. le Duc!" I cried. "I must see him."
They jumped up, the picture of bewilderment.
"Who are you? How came you here?" cried the quicker-tongued of the two.
"The sentry opened for me. Where am I to find M. le Duc? I must see him!
I have news!"
"M. le Duc sees no one to-day," the second lackey announced pompously.
"But I must see him, I tell you," I repeated. I had completely lost what little head I ever had; it seemed to me that if I could not see M. le Duc on the instant I should find him weltering in his gore. "I must see him," I cried, parrot-like. "It is a matter of life and death."
"From whom do you come?"
"That"s my affair. Enough that I come with news of the highest moment.
You will be sorry if I you do not get me quickly to M. le Duc."
They looked at each other, somewhat impressed.
"I will go for M. Constant," said the one who had spoken first.
Constant was Master of the Household; M. le Duc had inherited him with the estate and kept him in his place for old time"s sake. He was old, fussy, and self-important, and withal no friend to me.
"I had rather you fetched Vigo," I said.
"Oh, Vigo will not come. He is with Monsieur. If I bring M. Constant, it is the best I can do for you."
I had recovered myself sufficiently by this time to remember the nature of lackeys, and gave the messenger the last silver piece I had in the world. He regarded it contemptuously, but pocketed it and departed in leisurely fashion up the stairs.
The other was not too grand to cross-examine me.
"What sort of news have you? Do you come from the king?" he asked in a lowered voice.
"No."
"From M. de Valere?"
"No."
"Then who the devil are you?"
"Felix Broux of St. Quentin."
"Ah, St. Quentin," he said, as if he found that rather tame. "You bring news from there?"
"No, I do not. Think you I shall tell you? This news is for Monsieur."
"It won"t reach Monsieur unless you learn politeness toward the gentlemen of his household," he retorted.
We were getting into a lively quarrel when Constant appeared on the stairway--Constant and the lackey who had fetched him, and two more lackeys, and a page, all of whom had somehow scented that something was in the wind. They came flocking about us as I said:
"Ah, M. Constant! You know me, Felix Broux of St. Quentin. I must see M.
le Duc."
Constant"s face of surprise at me changed to one of malice. Down at St.