Part 154 (1/2)
”What was it?”
”That which I hoped for; I bring to your Majesty that which will cure not only your body but your mind.”
Charles shuddered. He thought that finding that he was still living his mother had resolved to finish knowingly that which she had begun unconsciously.
”Where is this remedy?” said he, rising on his elbow and looking at his mother.
”In the disease itself,” replied Catharine.
”Then where is that?”
”Listen to me, my son,” said Catharine, ”have you not sometimes heard it said that there are secret enemies who in their revenge a.s.sa.s.sinate their victim from a distance?”
”By steel or poison?” asked Charles, without once turning his eyes from the impa.s.sible face of his mother.
”No, by a surer and much more terrible means,” said Catharine.
”Explain yourself.”
”My son,” asked the Florentine, ”do you believe in charms and magic?”
Charles repressed a smile of scorn and incredulity.
”Fully,” said he.
”Well,” said Catharine, quickly, ”from magic comes all your suffering.
An enemy of your Majesty who would not have dared to attack you openly has conspired in secret. He has directed against your Majesty a conspiracy much more terrible in that he has no accomplices, and the mysterious threads of which cannot be traced.”
”Faith, no!” said Charles, aghast at such cunning.
”Think well, my son,” said Catharine, ”and recall to mind certain plans for flight which would have a.s.sured impunity to the murderer.”
”To the murderer!” cried Charles. ”To the murderer, you say? Has there been an attempt to kill me, mother?”
Catharine's changing eye rolled hypocritically under its wrinkled lid.
”Yes, my son; you doubt it, perhaps, but I know it for a certainty.”
”I never doubt what you tell me, mother,” replied the King, bitterly.
”How was the attempt made? I am anxious to know.”
”By magic.”
”Explain yourself, madame,” said Charles, recalled by his loathing to his role of observer.
”If the conspirator I mean, and one whom at heart your Majesty already suspects, had succeeded in his plans, no one would have fathomed the cause of your Majesty's sufferings. Fortunately, however, sire, your brother watched over you.”
”Which brother?”
”D'Alencon.”