Part 82 (2/2)
After the hunt I will not refuse. Adieu! Come here, Risquetout! Is it your turn to sulk now?”
”Charles,” said Catharine, laying a detaining hand on his arm at the risk of a fresh explosion which might result from this new delay, ”I think that the best thing to do is to sign the order for arrest at once, even though it is not to be carried out until this evening or to-night.”
”Sign, write an order, look up a seal for the parchment when they are waiting for me to go hunting, I, who never keep anyone waiting! The devil take the thought!”
”Why, no, I love you too dearly to delay you. I arranged everything beforehand; step in here and see!”
And Catharine, as agile as if she were only twenty years old, pushed open a door of her cabinet, and pointed to an ink-stand, pen, parchment, the seal, and a lighted candle.
The king took the parchment and read it through hastily.
”_Order, etc., etc., to arrest and conduct to the Bastille our brother Henry of Navarre._”
”Good, that is done!” he exclaimed, signing hurriedly. ”Adieu, mother.”
He hastened from the room, followed by his dogs, greatly pleased to have gotten rid of Catharine so easily.
Charles IX. had been waited for with impatience, and as his promptness in hunting matters was well known, every one wondered at the delay. So when he finally appeared, the hunters welcomed him by shouts of ”Long live the King!” the outriders by a flourish of trumpets, the horses by neighing, the dogs by barking. All this noise and hubbub brought a flush to his pale cheeks, his heart swelled, and for a moment Charles was young and happy.
The King scarcely took the time to salute the brilliant company gathered in the court-yard. He nodded to the Duc d'Alencon, waved his hand to his sister Marguerite, pa.s.sed Henry without apparently seeing him, and sprang upon the fiery Barbary horse, which started off at once. But after curvetting around three or four times, he realized what sort of a rider he had to deal with and quieted down. The trumpets again sounded, and the King left the Louvre followed by the Duc d'Alencon, the King of Navarre, Marguerite, Madame de Nevers, Madame de Sauve, Tavannes, and the princ.i.p.al courtiers.
It goes without saying that La Mole and Coconnas were of the number.
As to the Duc d'Anjou, he had been at the siege of La Roch.e.l.le for three months.
While waiting for the King, Henry had spoken to his wife, who in returning his greeting had whispered,
”The courier from Rome was admitted by Monsieur de Coconnas himself to the chamber of the Duc d'Alencon a quarter of an hour before the messenger from the Duc de Nevers saw the King.”
”Then he knows all,” said Henry.
”He must know all,” replied Marguerite; ”but keep your eyes on him and see how, in spite of his usual dissimulation, his eyes s.h.i.+ne.”
”_Ventre saint gris!_” murmured the Bearnais. ”I should think they would; he hunts triple game to-day: France, Poland, and Navarre, without counting the wild boar.”
He bowed to his wife, returned to his place, and calling one of his servants whose ancestors had been in the service of his father for more than a century, and whom he employed as ordinary messenger in his love affairs:
”Orthon,” said he, ”take this key to the cousin of Madame de Sauve, who you know lives with his mistress at the corner of the Rue des Quatre Fils. Say to him that his cousin desires to speak to him this evening; that he is to enter my room, and, in case I am not there, to wait for me. If I am late, he is to lie down on my bed.”
”Is there an answer, sire?”
”No, except to tell me if you find him. The key is for him alone, you understand?”
”Yes, sire.”
”Wait; do not start now, plague you! Before leaving Paris I will call you to tighten my saddle-girths; in that way you will naturally have to lag behind, and you can carry out your commission and join us at Bondy.”
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