Part 3 (1/2)
”We shall doubtless hear more of your skill with the sword,” said Marguerite.
”I knew not I had any,” I replied, ”until I found out that I could stand up for a minute against the sword I met last night. Now I am glad to know that I possess skill, that I may hold it ever at the service of your Majesty as well as of the King.”
This speech seemed to be exactly what Marguerite had desired of me, for she smiled and said, ”I shall not forget you, M. de la Tournoire,” before she turned away.
Bussy followed her, and I returned to De Rilly.
”Why should they pay any attention to me?” I said to him.
”No newcomer is too insignificant to be sought as an ally where there are so many parties,” he replied, indifferently. ”Those two are with Anjou, who may have use for as many adherents as he can get one of these days.
They say he is always meditating rebellion with the Huguenots or the Politiques, or both, and I don't blame a prince who is so shabbily treated at court.”
”But what could a mere guardsman do, without friends or influence?
Besides, my military duties--”
”Will leave you plenty of time to get into other troubles, if you find them amusing. How do you intend to pa.s.s the rest of the day?”
”I have no plans. I should like to see more of the Louvre on my first visit; and, to tell the truth, I had hoped to find out more about a certain lady who belongs to the court.”
”What do you know of her?”
”Only that she has a beautiful figure and a pretty mouth and chin. She wore a mask, but I should recognize her voice if I heard it again.”
”I wish you better luck than I have had to-day.”
Marguerite and her damsels had turned down a corridor leading to her apartments. Bussy d'Amboise was disappearing down the stairs. There came, from another direction, the lively chatter of women's voices, and there appeared, at the head of the stairs up which Marguerite had come, another group of ladies, all young and radiant but one. The exception was a stout, self-possessed looking woman of middle age, dressed rather sedately in dark satin. She had regular features, calm black eyes, an unruffled expression, and an air of authority without arrogance.
”Queen Catherine and some of her Flying Squadron,” said De Rilly, in answer to my look of inquiry. ”She has been taking the air after the King's council. Her own council is a more serious matter, and lasts all the time.”
”Queen Catherine?” I exclaimed, incredulously, half refusing to see, in that placid matron, the ceaseless plotter, the woman accused of poisoning and all manner of bloodshed, whom the name represented.
”Catherine de Medici,” said De Rilly, evidently finding it a pleasure to instruct a newcomer as to the personages and mysteries of the court. ”She who preserves the royal power in France at this moment.”
”She does not look as I have imagined her,” I said.
”One would not suppose,” said De Rilly, ”that behind that serene countenance goes on the mental activity necessary to keep the throne in possession of her favorite son, who spends fortunes on his minions, taxes his subjects to the utmost, and disgusts them with his eccentric piety and peculiar vices.”
”Dare one say such things in the very palace of that King?”
”Why not say what every one knows? It is what people say in hidden places that is dangerous.”
”I wonder what is pa.s.sing in the Queen-mother's mind at this moment,” I said, as Catherine turned into the corridor leading to Anjou's apartments.
In the light of subsequent events, I can now give a better answer to that query than De Rilly, himself, could have given then. Catherine had to use her wits to check the deep designs of Henri, Duke of Guise, who was biding his time to claim the throne as the descendant of Charlemagne, and was as beloved of the populace as Henri III. was odious to it. Thanks to the rebellion of Huguenots and malcontents, Guise had been kept too busy in the field to prosecute his political designs. As head of the Catholic party, and heir to his father's great military reputation, he could not, consistently, avoid the duties a.s.signed him by the crown. That these duties might not cease, Catherine found it to her interest that rebellion should continue indefinitely. The Huguenot party, in its turn, was kept by the Guise or Catholic party from a.s.saults on the crown. In fine, while both great factions were occupied with each other, neither could threaten the King. This discord, on which she relied to keep her unpopular son safe on his throne, was fomented by her in secret ways. She s.h.i.+fted from side to side, as circ.u.mstances required. The parties must be maintained, in order that discontent might vent itself in factional contest, and not against the King. The King must belong to neither party, in order not to be of the party that might be ultimately defeated; yet he must belong to both parties, in order to be of the party that might ultimately triumph.
To the maintainance of this impossible situation was the genius of Catherine de Medici successfully devoted for many years of universal discontent and bloodshed.
Now the Duke of Guise had found a way to turn these circ.u.mstances to account. Since the King of France could not hold down the Huguenots, the Holy Catholic League, composed of Catholics of every cla.s.s throughout the most of France, would undertake the task. He foresaw that he, as leader of the League, would earn from the Catholics a grat.i.tude that would make him the most powerful man in the kingdom. Catherine, too, saw this. To neutralize this move, she caused the King to endorse the League and appoint himself its head. The Huguenots must not take this as a step against them; on the contrary, they must be led to regard it as a shrewd measure to restrain the League. The King's first official edicts, after a.s.suming the leaders.h.i.+p of the League, seemed to warrant this view. So the King, in a final struggle against the Guise elements, might still rely on the aid of the Huguenots. But the King still remained outside of the League, although nominally its chief. Catherine saw that it was not to be deluded from its real purpose. The only thing to do was to conciliate the Duke of Guise into waiting. There was little likelihood of either of her sons attaining middle age. The Duke of Guise, a splendid specimen of physical manhood, would doubtless outlive them; he might be induced to wait for their deaths. The rightful successor to the throne would then be Henri of Navarre, head of the Bourbon family. But he was a Huguenot; therefore Catherine affected to the Duke of Guise a great desire that he should succeed her sons. The existing peace allowed the Duke of Guise the leisure in which to be dangerous; so every means to keep him quiet was taken.
Some of these things De Rilly told me, as we stood in the embrasure of a window in the gallery, while Catherine visited her son, Anjou,--whose discontent at court complicated the situation, for he might, at any time, leave Paris and lead the Huguenots and malcontents in a rebellion which would further discredit her family with the people, demonstrate anew the King's incompetence, and give the League an opportunity.