"They are a tangled skein. How could they be otherwise until you came to help in the unravelling? But there are loose ends to catch hold of, and after the first few knots are unfastened, the skein is likely to fall easily apart. The Count moves swiftly; we must work swiftly too.
Duke Robert is to be buried without delay. Courtiers and men of account have already been summoned from the country; and they come not only to a funeral, but to a coronation. Once Felix is crowned, it will be harder to foster a rising against him. Among those who will come to Vayenne is one Gerard de Bornais, a man of wealth, whose friendship I have. He will bring a certain retinue with him, and you shall join yourself to his company. Events must decide our actions. For the rest----"
There was a single, sharp knock upon the door, given by the same man, Herrick thought, who had brought him hither. It was evidently an understood sign, for the priest did not answer.
"For the present you must be my guest," said Father Bertrand, drawing back the curtain from another door.
"I have friends in Vayenne. I must see them," said Herrick.
"My son, there is danger for you in the streets."
"Am I virtually a prisoner then?"
"If you would oppose Count Felix by the means I have shown you, yes, for yours is too tell-tale a face to be seen at present. If you decide not to claim your rights, yonder is the door you entered by, and you are free to go."
"I will stay," said Herrick after a moment"s reflection. "One friend I have whose worth I know, and who may be of value to us among the people. Will you find and bring here Jean who is called the dwarf of St. Etienne?"
"Would you put your trust in a fool!" exclaimed Father Bertrand.
"There is more wisdom, strength, and cunning in that crooked body than lies in most of your straight-limbed men. I know. He is a hater of the Count besides."
"I should advise----"
"Either he comes, or I go," said Herrick.
"You quickly learn the part you are to play. You command, I obey. Jean shall be found." And the priest smiled, and led the way into another room. "I will return to you as soon as possible. In the meanwhile Mercier shall attend to your wants. You have forgiven him for attacking you in the Rue de la Grosse Horloge?"
"Indeed, I have not."
"I pet.i.tion that you do," said Father Bertrand. "I know him. He will be useful to us. A duke should grant so humble a pet.i.tion when it is the first made to him."
"Send this Mercier. I will not harm him," said Herrick. "If I can mount the throne as easily as I grant the pet.i.tion, we have no very th.o.r.n.y path to travel."
The dwarf, however, was not to be found that day, although Father Bertrand looked for him in St. Etienne and Mercier sought him at all the haunts he knew of. Jean remained in the house by the wall, and that night again crossed the river to make inquiry of the farmer. A wagoner was at the farm that night, and chancing to hear that he had been to Vayenne that day, Jean questioned him.
"Ay; sure they were on the lookout at the gate," he answered, "but I had seen no soldier or priest, as I told them."
He was an honest fellow, and remembering the coins in his pocket, held his tongue.
It was toward dusk the next day that Jean entered St. Etienne. Lights were burning dimly in one of the chapels where vespers were being said, and as he stood in the shadows of one of the great pillars, Father Bertrand, who was about to leave the church, saw him.
"Jean, there is a friend of yours at my house who wishes to see you."
"What friend? I have hundreds in Vayenne."
"The one who broke from the South Tower."
"What does he in your house, father?"
"For the present he hides, and waits for you. Go to him at once."
The dwarf shuffled down the long aisle. In the porch he paused, half expecting the priest to follow him. Was this a trap? Had Jean known of any way in which his capture could help Father Bertrand, he certainly would not have gone; and as it was, he stood before the small door in the Rue St. Romain for some time before he knocked. The door was opened almost immediately, and the man in the ca.s.sock stood back to let him enter, which Jean did, one hand upon his knife under the folds of his loose tunic.
The man closed the door, and bade the dwarf follow him. He led him upstairs, and at the end of a pa.s.sage knocked at a door. The dwarf entered the room, and waited until the man had closed the door again and the sound of his retreating footsteps had ceased. Then he looked at Herrick, who had risen from his chair.
"They don"t lock you in?" he said in astonishment.
"No."
"Why stay then?"
"I asked them to bring you here that I might tell you what has happened," said Herrick.
"Strange happenings, surely, to bring you to this place, friend Roger!" And as Herrick sat down again, Jean doubled his legs under him and squatted on the floor.
Herrick told him all that had occurred to the time Mercier had met him and brought him to the Rue St. Romain.
"Then the pale scholar is not dead," said Jean. "In Vayenne they believe he is."
"He was not dead when the robbers carried him away, and they would certainly do their best to keep him alive. How he will fare with those to whom he is sold I cannot say."
Jean expressed no opinion.
"And now, friend Roger, what happens now? You have come to tell the truth to the Count, and have fallen into the fox"s hole on the way."
"Wait, Jean; let us consider the position for a moment. Had I gone boldly to the castle, what would my fate have been, do you suppose?"
"A dangle at the end of a rope over the great gate as likely as not,"
the dwarf answered.
"Exactly--and perhaps without a chance of seeing Count Felix at all,"
said Herrick. "Now Father Bertrand has promised to get me into the castle in the suite of one De Bornais, who comes to the Duke"s funeral. In this way I shall attract no attention, and shall be ready when the moment for action arrives."
"What action?"
"That must depend on circ.u.mstances; but it shall be some action that shall prevent Count Felix being crowned Duke of Montvilliers."
"Friend Roger, you have proved yourself a brave man, but here is a task that would make a body of giants ponder and turn pale."
"Since we parted across the river yonder, I have learned strange things, Jean; so strange that I dare not speak of them yet. They will stir the very heart of Vayenne, and the Count himself shall be afraid."
"From whence heard you these things? From Father Bertrand?"
"Partly."
Jean shook his head.
"The fox enters the poultry run with a smile on his face and an air of harmlessness, but he brings death and destruction all the same."