Part 81 (1/2)
”Now,” said the count, hesitatingly, ”if your majesty wishes me to return to Vincennes, as I am rea.s.sured----”
”No, no, stay; this chase was a fancy which came into our head, and which went as it came; do not go away, I want near me devoted subjects, and you have just cla.s.sed yourself as such.”
Monsoreau bowed, and said, ”Where does your majesty wish me to remain?”
”Will you give him to me for half an hour?” said Chicot to the king, in a low voice.
”What for?”
”To torment him a little. You owe me some compensation for obliging me to be present at this tiresome ceremony.”
”Well, take him.”
”Where does your majesty wish me to stand?” again asked M. de Monsoreau.
”Where you like; go behind my armchair, that is where I put my friends.”
”Come here,” said Chicot, making room for M. de Monsoreau, ”come and get the scent of these fellows. Here is game which can be tracked without a hound. Here are the shoemakers who pa.s.s, or rather, who have pa.s.sed; then here are the tanners. Mort de ma vie! if you lose their scent, I will take away your place.”
M. de Monsoreau listened mechanically; he seemed preoccupied, and looked around him anxiously.
”Do you know what your chief huntsman is hunting for now?” said Chicot, in an undertone, to the king.
”No.”
”Your brother.”
”The game is not in sight.”
”Just ask him where his countess is.”
”What for?”
”Just ask.”
”M. le Comte,” said Henri, ”what have you done with Madame de Monsoreau? I do not see her here.”
The count started, but replied, ”Sire, she is ill, the air of Paris did not agree with her; so having obtained leave from the queen, she set out last night, with her father, for Meridor.”
”Paris is not good for women in her situation,” said Chicot.
Monsoreau grew pale and looked furiously at him.
”This poor countess!” continued Chicot, ”she will die of ennui by the way.”
”I said that she traveled with her father.”
”A father is very respectable, I allow, but not very amusing; and if she had only that worthy baron to amuse her it would be sad; but luckily----”
”What!” cried the count.