Part 6 (1/2)
”Do you expect many?”
”Ten or a dozen more.”
”What are their names?”
”Sire, their names escape me, and with the exception of one, whom Teligny recommended to me as a most accomplished gentleman, and whose name is De la Mole, I cannot tell.”
”De la Mole!” exclaimed the King, who was deeply skilled in the science of genealogy; ”is he not a Lerac de la Mole, a Provencal?”
”Exactly so, sire; you see I recruit even in Provence.”
”And I,” added the Duc de Guise, with a sarcastic smile, ”go even further than his majesty the King of Navarre, for I seek even in Piedmont all the trusty Catholics I can find.”
”Catholic or Huguenot,” interrupted the King, ”it little matters to me, so they are brave.”
The King's face while he uttered these words, which thus united Catholics and Huguenots in his thoughts, bore such an expression of indifference that the duke himself was surprised.
”Your Majesty is occupied with the Flemings,” said the admiral, to whom Charles had some days previously accorded the favor of entering without being announced, and who had overheard the King's last words.
”Ah! here is my father the admiral!” cried Charles, opening his arms.
”We were speaking of war, of gentlemen, of brave men--and _he_ comes. It is like the lodestone which attracts the iron. My brother-in-law of Navarre and my cousin of Guise are expecting reinforcements for your army. That was what we were talking about.”
”And these reinforcements are on their way,” said the admiral.
”Have you had news of them?” asked the Bearnais.
”Yes, my son, and particularly of M. de la Mole; he was at Orleans yesterday, and will be in Paris to-morrow or the day after.”
”The devil! You must be a sorcerer, admiral,” said the Duc de Guise, ”to know what is taking place at thirty or forty leagues' distance. I should like to know for a certainty what happened or is happening before Orleans.”
Coligny remained unmoved at this savage onslaught, which evidently alluded to the death of Francois de Guise, the duke's father, killed before Orleans by Poltrot de Mere, and not without a suspicion that the admiral had advised the crime.
”Sir,” replied he, coldly and with dignity, ”I am a sorcerer whenever I wish to know anything positively that concerns my own affairs or the King's. My courier arrived an hour ago from Orleans, having travelled, thanks to the post, thirty-two leagues in a day. As M. de la Mole has only his own horse, he rides but ten leagues a day, and will not arrive in Paris before the 24th. Here is all my magic.”
”Bravo, my father, a clever answer!” cried Charles IX.; ”teach these young men that wisdom as well as age has whitened your hair and beard; so now we will send them to talk of their tournaments and their love-affairs and you and I will stay and talk of our wars. Good councillors make good kings, my father. Leave us, gentlemen. I wish to talk with the admiral.”
The two young men took their departure; the King of Navarre first, then the Duc de Guise; but outside the door they separated, after a formal salute.
Coligny followed them with his eyes, not without anxiety, for he never saw those two personified hatreds meet without a dread that some new lightning flash would leap forth. Charles IX. saw what was pa.s.sing in his mind, and, going to him, laid his hand on his arm:
”Have no fear, my father; I am here to preserve peace and obedience. I am really a king, now that my mother is no longer queen, and she is no longer queen now that Coligny is my father.”
”Oh, sire!” said the admiral, ”Queen Catharine”--
”Is a marplot. Peace is impossible with her. These Italian Catholics are furious, and will hear of nothing but extermination; now, for my part, I not only wish to pacify, but I wish to put power into the hands of those that profess the reformed religion. The others are too dissolute, and scandalize me by their love affairs and their quarrels. Shall I speak frankly to you?” continued Charles, redoubling in energy. ”I mistrust every one about me except my new friends. I suspect Tavannes's ambition.
Vieilleville cares only for good wine, and would betray his king for a cask of Malvoisie; Montmorency thinks only of the chase, and spends all his time among his dogs and falcons; the Comte de Retz is a Spaniard; the De Guises are Lorraines. I think there are no true Frenchmen in France, except myself, my brother-in-law of Navarre, and you; but I am chained to the throne, and cannot command armies; it is as much as I can do to hunt at my ease at Saint Germain or Rambouillet. My brother-in-law of Navarre is too young and too inexperienced; besides, he seems to me exactly like his father Antoine, ruined by women. There is but you, my father, who can be called, at the same time, as brave as Caesar and as wise as Plato; so that I scarcely know what to do--keep you near me, as my adviser, or send you to the army, as its general. If you act as my counsellor, who will command? If you command, who will be my counsellor?”
”Sire,” said Coligny, ”we must conquer first, and then take counsel after the victory.”
”That is your advice--so be it; Monday you shall leave for Flanders, and I for Amboise.”
”Your Majesty leaves Paris, then?”
”Yes; I am weary of this confusion, and of these fetes. I am not a man of action; I am a dreamer. I was not born to be a king; I was born to be a poet. You shall form a council which shall govern while you are at war, and provided my mother is not in it, all will go well. I have already sent word to Ronsard to join me; and yonder, we two together, far from all tumult, far from the world, far from evil men, under our mighty trees on the banks of the river, with the murmur of brooks in our ears, will talk about divine things, the only compensation which there is in the world for the affairs of men. Wait! Hear these lines in which I invite him to join me; I wrote them this morning.”