Part 155 (1/2)
”No, sire.”
”No? then I do not understand you.”
”I say _no_,” replied Catharine, ”because you asked the question literally. I should have said _yes_ had you put it differently.”
Charles made no answer. He was striving to penetrate all the thoughts of that shadowy mind, which constantly closed before him just as he thought himself ready to read it.
”Sire,” continued Catharine, ”this statue was found by the Attorney-General Laguesle, in the apartment of the man who on the day you last went hawking led a horse for the King of Navarre.”
”Monsieur de la Mole?”
”Yes, and, if you please, look again at the needle in the heart, and see what letter is written on the label attached to it.”
”I see an 'M,'” said Charles.
”That means _mort_, death; it is the magic formula, sire. The maker thus wrote his vow on the very wound he gave. Had he wished to make a pretence at killing, as did the Duc de Bretagne for King Charles VI., he would have driven the needle into the head and put an 'F' instead of an 'M.'”
”So,” said Charles IX., ”according to your idea, the person who seeks to end my days is Monsieur de la Mole?”
”Yes, he is the dagger; but behind the dagger is the hand that directs it.”
”This then is the sole cause of my illness? the day the charm is destroyed the malady will cease? But how go to work?” asked Charles, ”you must know, mother; but I, unlike you, who have spent your whole life studying them, know nothing about charms and spells.”
”The death of the conspirator destroys the charm, that is all. The day the charm is destroyed your illness will cease,” said Catharine.
”Indeed!” said Charles, with an air of surprise.
”Did you not know that?”
”Why! I am no sorcerer,” said the King.
”Well, now,” said Catharine, ”your Majesty is convinced, are you not?”
”Certainly.”
”Conviction has dispelled anxiety?”
”Completely.”
”You do not say so out of complaisance?”
”No, mother! I say it from the bottom of my heart.”
Catharine's face broke into smiles.
”Thank G.o.d!” she exclaimed, as if she believed in G.o.d.
”Yes, thank G.o.d!” repeated Charles, ironically; ”I know now, as you do, to whom to attribute my present condition, and consequently whom to punish.”
”And you will punish”--