'But Mademoiselle I understand is young.What if she will not accompany me,a stranger,entering her room at night,and by the window?'
'That has been thought of'was the answer.He turned to the King of Navarre,who,after a moment's search,produced a small object from his pouch.This he gave to his companion,and the latter transferred it to me.I took it with curiosity.It was the half of a gold carolus,the broken edge of the coin being rough and jagged.'Show that to Mademoiselle,my friend,'Du Mornay continued,'and she will accompany you.She has the other half.'
'But be careful,'Henry added eagerly,'to make no mention,even to her,of the King of Navarre.You mark me,M.de Marsac!If you have at any time occasion to speak of me,you may have the honour of calling me YOUR FRIEND,and referring to me always in the same manner.'
This he said with so gracious an air that I was charmed,and thought myself happy indeed to be addressed in this wise by a prince whose name was already so glorious.Nor was my satisfaction diminished when his companion drew out a bag containing,as he told me,three hundred crowns in gold,and placed it in my hands,bidding me defray therefrom the cost of the journey.'Be careful,however,'he added earnestly,'to avoid,in hiring your men,any appearance of wealth,lest the adventure seem to be suggested by some outside person;instead of being dictated by the desperate state of your own fortunes.
Promise rather than give,so far as that will avail.And for what you must give,let each livre seem to be the last in your pouch.'
Henry nodded assent.'Excellent advice!'he muttered,rising and drawing on his cloak,'such as you ever give me,Mornay,and I as seldom take--more's the pity!But,after all,of little avail without this.'He lifted my sword from the table as he spoke,and weighed it in his hand.'A pretty tool,'he continued,turning suddenly and looking me very closely in the face.'A very pretty tool.Were I in your place,M.de Marsac,I would see that it hung loose in the scabbard.Ay,and more,man,use it!'he added,sinking his voice and sticking out his chin,while his grey eyes,looking ever closer into mine,seemed to grow cold and hard as steel.'Use it to the last,for if you fall into Turenne's hands,God help you!I cannot!'
'If I am taken,sire,'I answered,trembling,but not with fear,'my fate be on my own head.'
I saw the king's eyes soften,at that,and his face change so swiftly that I scarce knew him for the same man.He let the weapon drop with a clash on the table.'Ventre Saint Gris!'he exclaimed with a strange thrill of yearning in his tone.'Iswear by God,I would I were in your shoes,sir.To strike a blow or two with no care what came of it.To take the road with a good horse and a good sword,and see what fortune would send.
To be rid of all this statecraft and protocolling,and never to issue another declaration in this world,but just to be for once a Gentleman of France,with all to win and nothing to lose save the love of my lady!Ah!Mornay,would it not be sweet to leave all this fret and fume,and ride away to the green woods by Coarraze?'
'Certainly,if you prefer them to the Louvre,sire,'Du Mornay answered drily;while I stood,silent and amazed,before this strange man,who could so suddenly change from grave to gay,and one moment spoke so sagely,and the next like any wild lad in his teens.'Certainly,'he answered,'if that be your choice,sire;and if you think that even there the Duke of Guise will leave you in peace.Turenne,I am sure,will be glad to hear of your decision.Doubtless he will be elected Protector of the Churches.Nay,sire,for shame!'Du Mornay continued almost with sternness.'Would you leave France,which at odd times Ihave heard you say you loved,to shift for herself?Would you deprive her of the only man who does love her for her own sake?'
'Well,well,but she is such a fickle sweetheart,my friend,'the king answered,laughing,the side glance of his eye on me.
'Never was one so coy or so hard to clip!And,besides,has not the Pope divorced us?'
'The Pope!A fig for the Pope!'Du Mornay rejoined with impatient heat.'What has he to do with France?An impertinent meddler,and an Italian to boot!I would he and all the brood of them were sunk a hundred fathoms deep in the sea.But,meantime,I would send him a text to digest.'
'EXEMPLUM?'said the king.
'Whom God has joined together let no man put asunder.'
'Amen!quoth Henry softly.'And France is a fair and comely bride.'
After that he kept such a silence,falling as it seemed to me into a brown study,that he went away without so much as bidding me farewell,or being conscious,as far as I could tell,of my presence.Du Mornay exchanged a few words with me,to assure himself that I understood what I had to do,and then,with many kind expressions,which I did not fail to treasure up and con over in the times that were coming,hastened downstairs after his master.
My joy when I found myself alone may be conceived.Yet was it no ecstasy,but a sober exhilaration;such as stirred my pulses indeed,and bade me once more face the world with a firm eye and an assured brow,but was far from holding out before me a troubadour's palace or any dazzling prospect.The longer I dwelt on the interview,the more clearly I saw the truth.As the glamour which Henry's presence and singular kindness had cast over me began to lose some of its power,I recognised more and more surely why he had come to me.It was not out of any special favour for one whom he knew by report only,if at all by name;but because he had need of a man poor,and therefore reckless,middle-aged (of which comes discretion),obscure--therefore a safe instrument;to crown all,a gentleman,seeing that both a secret and a women were in question.
Withal I wondered too.Looking from the bag of money on the table to the broken coin in my hand,I scarcely knew which to admire more:the confidence which entrusted the one to a man broken and beggared,or the courage of the gentlewoman who should accompany me on the faith of the other.
