Part 18 (2/2)
”Let this gentleman escort me to Chatellerault. I do not want to go to Paris.”
Montluc held up his hand. ”That is the old cry, mademoiselle. It is impossible! The Queen's orders are final.”
”And you call yourself my dead father's friend?”
Montluc smiled grimly. ”I saved his life at Pavia. That was thirty-three years ago. But that has nothing to do with the matter.
You cannot stay here. You cannot stay at Chatellerault. You must go to Paris, and it is growing late.”
She flushed all over, but again returned to her point.
”You have time after time told me I am not a prisoner. Why, then----”
”Because Chatellerault no longer contains your friends, and Monsieur de Randan now commands there.”
She turned as white now as she had been red before, and a bitter pang of jealousy went through me as I thought for whom all this feeling was; but she brought herself together and faced Montluc.
”Very well, monsieur. I understand your friends.h.i.+p and your kindness now. I tell you plainly that I will escape at the first opportunity.
I shall never reach Paris.”
”That is M. Broussel's affair; and, mademoiselle, the marches are long in Poitou.”
She gave him no answer, but, as it were, resigning herself to the present, went up to her horse, accepting only the a.s.sistance of the groom to mount.
When all was ready Montluc called me aside, and we stood together for a moment on the wide steps.
”_Mordieu_!” he muttered as he glanced at mademoiselle, ”I do not envy your task. Upon my soul, I am glad that Jean de Paradis won her mother's hand and not I!” And then in an altered manner:
”I have your word to do all that man can for her safety?”
”I have said so, monsieur.”
There was a little silence, and he stretched out a lean hand.
”Monsieur, forget not: there is room for you in Italy; it would gladden me to see the golden c.o.c.k of Orrain once more upon the field. And now go.”
CHAPTER XV
MY PRISONER
We left Poitiers by the Porte de Rochereuil, as I had no mind to be shut within the angle between the Clain and the Vienne, whence escape would be a difficult matter if trouble arose. Whilst crossing the bridge my eyes fell on a rock on the opposite bank of the river which commanded the faubourg, and even held in check the old fortress of Jean de Berri, which guarded the junction of the Clain and Boivre on our left. I made a mental note of this, and years after I was to use this knowledge to some purpose when I stood by Coligny's side before Poitiers.
I had sent forward two of my men, with instructions to make arrangements for our accommodation for the night at Les Barres. I deemed it inadvisable to go on to Chatellerault, and Les Barres was a convenient halting-place, as there was no moon now, and there could be little travelling after sundown. Moreover, I wished to spare my charge as much as possible.
For these reasons we travelled at an easy pace, mademoiselle riding by herself a few yards ahead, for I confess that after a few civil words had pa.s.sed between us I had taken the opportunity to fall back. This I did under pretence of giving instructions to Pierrebon, though I never spoke a word to him. Frankly, I was in a state that made me bad company, and I desired to be alone. The face of De Ganache seemed ever to be between me and Diane, and I morosely kept to myself, envying the lot of Adam, who was the only man who never had a rival, torturing myself, as is the custom with lovers, with a thousand suspicions, and cursing myself for a fool in having undertaken this task.
Nevertheless, I am sure, such is the frailty of man, that were it to be all over again I would do in this matter all I had done before.
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