Part 150 (1/2)
”Perhaps.”
”You would not laugh if your Gorenflot was about to die.”
”It does not depend upon me, but on the king; he alone has the power of life and death.”
At this moment lights appeared, and a crowd of embroidered dresses and swords s.h.i.+ning in the light of the torches.
”Ah! Chicot! my dear Chicot, how glad I am to see you,” cried the king.
”You hear, good M. Chicot,” whispered Gorenflot, ”this great prince is glad to see you.”
”Well?”
”Well! in his happiness he would not refuse you a favor; ask for my pardon.”
”What! from Herod?”
”Oh! silence, dear M. Chicot.”
”Well! sire, how many have you caught?” said Chicot, advancing.
”Confiteor,” said Gorenflot.
”Not one,” said Crillon, ”the traitors must have found some opening unknown to us.”
”It is probable.”
”But you saw them?” said the king.
”All.”
”You recognized them, no doubt?”
”No, sire.”
”Not recognized them?”
”That is to say, I recognized only one.”
”Who was that?”
”M. de Mayenne.”
”M. de Mayenne, to whom you owed----”
”Yes, sire; we are quits.”
”Ah! tell me about that, Chicot.”
”Afterwards, my son; now let us think of the present.”