"Silence!" she commanded. "Silence, young ladies! Her Majesty is close by, in conference with Monseigneur the Cardinal."
"Oh, dear Countess!" answered Blanche of Verceil, endeavoring to smother the outbursts of her laughter. "If you only knew what a wicked pasquil we have just read! According to the author it would seem that we emerge from our dormitory like the G.o.ddess Truth out of her fountain, or with as scant clothing on our limbs as Madam Eve in her paradise."
"Less noise, you crazy la.s.ses! Less noise!" ordered the governess; and addressing Anna Bell: "Come, dearest, the Queen wishes to have a talk with you after her conference with his Excellency the Cardinal. You are to wait for her summons in a cabinet, which is separated from the Queen"s apartment by the little corridor. When you hear her bell ring three times, the usual summons, you are to go in."
Anna Bell went out with the governess, leaving her lightheaded and lighthearted companions in the room laughing and exchanging witticisms upon the pasquils.
CHAPTER II.
ANNA BELL.
Catherine De Medici and Cardinal Charles of Lorraine were in the midst of a conversation that started immediately after supper. The prelate, complaisant, sly and attentive to the slightest word of the Italian woman, showed himself alternately reserved and familiar, according to the turn that the conversation took. The Queen, on the other hand, intent, not so much upon what the retainer of the Guises said, as upon fathoming what he suppressed, at once hated and feared him, and sought to surprise upon his face the hidden secrets of his thoughts. Both the one and the other stood on their guard, the two accomplices in intrigue and crime vying with each other in dissimulation and perfidy, the Italian woman crafty, the prelate cautious.
"Monsignor Cardinal," remarked Catherine De Medici with a touch of irony in her tone, "you remind me at this moment--you must excuse the comparison, I am a huntress you know--"
"Your Majesty unites all the deities--Juno on her throne, Diana in the woods, Venus in her temple of Cytheria--"
"Mercy, Monsignor Cardinal, let us drop those mythological queens. They are old, they have lived their time--Diana, with the rest of them; they now inhabit the empyrean."
The pointed allusion to his amours with old Diana of Poitiers, d.u.c.h.ess of Valentinois, stung the haughty prelate to the quick. He meant to give t.i.t for tat, and, in his turn hinting at his present amours with the Queen herself, he replied:
"I perceive, madam, that the death of the d.u.c.h.ess of Valentinois has not yet disarmed your jealousy. And yet, I feel hope re-rising in my heart--"
Catherine De Medici had yielded herself to the prelate out of political calculation, the same as he himself had laid siege to her out of political ambition. The Italian woman affected not to have understood the Cardinal"s hint at their intimate relations, and darting upon him her viper"s glance, proceeded:
"As I was saying, monsignor, when I begged you to excuse a comparison which I borrow from falconry, your oratorical circ.u.mlocutions remind me of a falcon"s evolutions when he rises in the air to swoop down upon his prey. I have been searching through the mists of your discourse for the prey you are in pursuit of, and am unable to discover it. You induced me to join my son of Anjou in the army with the view of reviving the spirits of the Catholic chiefs. Meseems my faithful subjects should be sufficiently encouraged by the deaths of the Duke of Deux-Ponts, of Monsieur Conde, and of Dandelot, the brother of Coligny,--three of the most prominent chiefs of the Huguenot party, and all three carried off within a month. These are all fortunate events."[61]
"We see G.o.d"s hand in that, madam," observed the Cardinal. "These three sudden deaths are providential. They are utterances from G.o.d."
""Providential," as you say Monsignor Cardinal," pursued the Queen.
"Nevertheless, the Huguenots are pushing the campaign with great vigor, while the Catholic chiefs are flagging. You thought my presence at the camp of Roche-la-Belle would exert a favorable influence upon the fate of the campaign. Accordingly, I am on the way to join our army. Now, however, you indicate to me that this journey might lead to unexpected discoveries. You even dropped the word "treason." Once more I must say to you, Monsignor Cardinal, I see in all this the evolutions of the falcon, but not yet the prey that it threatens. In short, if there is treason, tell me where it lies. If there is a traitor, name him. Speak out plainly."
"Very well, madam. There is a plot concocted by Marshal Tavannes. The revelation seems to cause your Majesty to start. I beg your leave to go into the details of the affair. You will then be instructed upon its purpose."
"Monsignor Cardinal, no act of treason can surprise me. All I care to understand is the cause that brings the treason about. Please continue your revelations."
"I have it from good authority that Marshal Tavannes is negotiating with Monsieur Coligny. In present circ.u.mstances, negotiations smack of treason."
"And what do you presume, Monsignor Cardinal, is the purpose of the negotiations between Tavannes and Coligny?"
"To induce your Majesty"s son, the Duke of Anjou, to embrace the Reformation and join the Huguenots."
"Is my son of Anjou supposed to be implicated in the plot? That, indeed, would mightily surprise me."
"Yes, madam. The Emperor of Germany and Monsieur Coligny have promised to the Duke of Anjou, in case he consents to go over to the reformers, the sovereignty of the Low Countries, of Saintonge and of Poitou. They hope to drive the young Prince into open revolt against his reigning brother, his Majesty Charles IX."
"Monsignor Cardinal, your insinuations, affecting as they do a son of the royal house of France, are of so grave a nature that I am bound to presume you have, ready at hand, the proofs of the plot which you are revealing to me. I demand that you produce the proofs instantly."
"I am at the orders of my Queen. I now hasten to spread before your Majesty"s eyes the correspondence relating to the plot. Here is a letter from his Majesty Philip II of Spain, who was the first to get wind of the scheme, through one of his agents in the Low Countries.
Furthermore, here are the written propositions from his Catholic Majesty and the Holy Father for common action with your Majesty against the Huguenot rebellion and heresy."
"What are the propositions of his Catholic Majesty and venerated Pontiff?"
"King Philip II and our Holy Father Pius V offer to your Majesty, besides the five thousand Walloon and Italian soldiers that now reinforce our army, a new corps of six thousand men--under the condition that your Majesty remove Marshal Tavannes and place the supreme command of the troops in the hands of the Duke of Alva."
"Accordingly," replied Catherine De Medici, fixing her eyes upon the Cardinal, "our two allies, His Holiness and King Philip II demand that the Duke of Alva, a Spanish general, be the commandant in chief of the French forces?"
"That is their condition, madam. But it is also agreed that the Duke of Alva is to exercise a nominal command only, and that the military operations shall be conducted by my brother of Aumale and my nephew Henry of Guise, who are to be his immediate subalterns."
Catherine De Medici remained impa.s.sive, betraying neither astonishment nor anger at the proposition to deliver the command of the French royal troops to the Duke of Alva, the pestiferous menial of Philip II, and to strengthen the Duke"s hand with the support of the brother and the nephew of the prelate. The Queen seemed to reflect. After a short pause she said to the Cardinal:
"The proposition is not inacceptable. It may serve as the basis for some combination that we may offer later."
Despite his self-control, the Cardinal"s face betrayed his secret joy.
The Queen seemed not to notice it, and proceeded:
"The first thing to do would then be to withdraw my son of Anjou from the command of the army."
"The princ.i.p.al thing to do, madam, would be to remonstrate with the young Prince, and to separate him from his present evil advisers."
"That, indeed, would be the wisest course to pursue, if that plot exists, as I very much fear it can not be doubted in sight of the proofs you have presented to me. And yet, I must be frank to confess, I feel some repugnance against placing the Duke of Alva at the head of our army. I would be afraid, above all, of displeasing the other military chiefs and high dignitaries of our court. The measure will seem an outrage to them."
"I have the honor of reminding your Majesty that, in that case, my brother and my nephew will be joined to the Duke of Alva."
"You may feel certain, Monsignor Cardinal, that, without the express condition of Messieurs of Aumale and Guise being joined to the Spanish generalissimo, I would not for a moment have lent an ear to the scheme."
Thrown off the scent by the Queen, the prelate answered enthusiastically:
"Oh, madam, I swear to G.o.d the throne has not a more faithful supporter than the house of Guise."
"The fraud! The scamp!" said the Italian woman to herself. "I have probed his thoughts! I scent his treason! But I am compelled to conceal my feelings and to humor his family, however heartily I abhor it."
One of the Queen"s pages, posted outside the door of the apartment and authorized at certain emergencies of the service to enter the Queen"s cabinet without being called, parted the portieres, and bowing respectfully, said:
"Madam, the Count of La Riviere, captain of the guards of the Duke of Anjou, has just arrived from camp, and requests to be introduced to your Majesty immediately."
"Bring him in," answered Catherine De Medici. And as the page was about to withdraw, she added: "Should Monsieur Gondi arrive this evening, or even later in the night, let me be notified without delay."
The page bowed a second time, and withdrew. The Queen"s last words seemed to cause the Cardinal some uneasiness. He asked with surprise:
"Does madam expect Monsieur Gondi?"
"Gondi must have received a letter from me at Poitiers, in which I ordered him to meet me at the camp of my son, instead of pursuing his route to Paris."
The Guisard had not quite recovered from his surprise when the Count of La Riviere, captain of the guards of the Duke of Anjou, was ushered in by the page. Catherine De Medici said to the prelate with a sweet smile: