Part 88 (1/2)
”Did you recognize the leader of the troop who signed to me?”
”Yes, it was the Vicomte de Turenne.”
”Did you know what they wanted of me?”
”Yes, they proposed to you to escape.”
”Then,” said Henry to Francois, who was growing restless, ”there is evidently a second party which wants something else besides what Monsieur de Mouy wants.”
”A second party?”
”Yes, and a very powerful one, I tell you, so that in order to succeed it is necessary to unite the two--Turenne and De Mouy. The conspiracy progresses, the troops are ready, the signal alone is waited for. Now in this supreme situation, which demands prompt solution on my part, I have come to two decisions between which I am wavering. I have come to submit these decisions to you as to a friend.”
”Say rather as to a brother.”
”Yes, as to a brother,” went on Henry.
”Speak, then, I am listening.”
”In the first place I ought to explain to you the condition of my mind, my dear Francois. No desire, no ambition, no ability. I am an honest country gentleman, poor, sensual, and timid. The career of conspirator offers me indignities poorly compensated for even by the certain prospect of a crown.”
”Ah, brother,” said Francois, ”you do wrong. Sad indeed is the position of a prince whose fortune is limited by the boundary of the paternal estate or by a man in a career for honors! I do not believe, therefore, in what you tell me.”
”And yet what I tell you is so true, brother, that if I thought I had a true friend, I would resign in his favor the power which this party wishes to give me; but,” he added with a sigh, ”I have none.”
”Perhaps you have. You probably are mistaken.”
”No, _ventre saint gris_!” said Henry, ”except yourself, brother, I see no one who is attached to me; so that rather than let fail an attempt which might bring to light some unworthy man, I truly prefer to inform my brother the King of what is taking place. I will mention no names, I will designate neither country nor date, but I will foretell the catastrophe.”
”Great G.o.d!” exclaimed D'Alencon unable to repress his terror, ”what do you mean? What! you, you, the sole hope of the party since the death of the admiral; you, a converted Huguenot, a poor convert, or at least such you were thought to be, you would raise the knife against your brothers!
Henry, Henry, by doing this, do you know that you would be delivering to a second Saint Bartholomew all the Calvinists in the kingdom? Do you know that Catharine is waiting for just such a chance to exterminate all who have survived?”
And the duke trembling, his face spotted with red and white blotches, pressed Henry's hand to beg him to give up this idea which would ruin him.
”What!” said Henry, with an expression of perfect good-humor, ”do you think there would be so much trouble, Francois? With the King's word, however, it seems to me that I should avoid it.”
”The word of King Charles IX., Henry! Did not the admiral have it? Did not Teligny have it? Did not you yourself have it? Oh, Henry, I tell you if you do this, you will ruin us all. Not only them, but all who have had direct or indirect relations with them.”
Henry seemed to ponder an instant.
”If I were an important prince at court,” said he, ”I should act differently. In your place, for instance, in your place, Francois, a son of France, and probable heir to the crown”--
Francois shook his head ironically.
”In my place,” said he, ”what would you do?”
”In your place, brother,” replied Henry, ”I should place myself at the head of the movement and direct it. My name and my credit should answer to my conscience for the life of the rebellious, and I should derive some benefit first for myself, then for the King, perhaps, from an enterprise which otherwise might do the greatest injury to France.”
D'Alencon listened to these words with a joy which caused every muscle of his face to expand.
”Do you think,” said he, ”that this method is practicable and that it would save us all the disasters you foresee?”