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The House of the Wolf A Romance ..............................................................................................................1

Stanley Weyman......................................................................................................................................1

The following is a modern English version of a curious French memoir, or fragment of autobiography,

apparently written about the year 1620 by Anne, Vicomte de Caylus, and brought to this countryif, in fact,

the original ever existed in Englandby one of his descendants after the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes.

This Anne, we learn from other sources, was a principal figure at the Court of Henry IV., and, therefore, in

August, 1572, when the adventures here related took place, he and his two younger brothers, Marie and

Croisette, who shared with him the honour and the danger, must have been little more than boys. From the

tone of his narrative, it appears that, in reviving old recollections, the veteran renewed his youth also, and

though his story throws no fresh light upon the history of the time, it seems to possess some human interest.

I had afterwards such good reason to look back upon and remember the events of that afternoon, that

Catherine's voice seems to ring in my brain even now. I can shut my eyes and see again, after all these years,

what I saw thenjust the blue summer sky, and one grey angle of the keep, from which a fleecy cloud was

trailing like the smoke from a chimney. I could see no more because I was lying on my back, my head resting

on my hands. Marie and Croisette, my brothers, were lying by me in exactly the same posture, and a few

yards away on the terrace, Catherine was sitting on a stool Gil had brought out for her. It was the second

Thursday in August, and hot. Even the jackdaws were silent. I had almost fallen asleep, watching my cloud

grow longer and longer, and thinner and thinner, when Croisette, who cared for heat no more than a lizard,

spoke up sharply, "Mademoiselle," he said, "why are you watching the Cahors road?"

I had not noticed that she was doing so. But something in the keenness of Croisette's tone, taken perhaps with

the fact that Catherine did not at once answer him, aroused me; and I turned to her. And lo! she was blushing

in the most heavenly way, and her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at us adorably. And we all three sat

up on our elbows, like three puppy dogs, and looked at her. And there was a long silence. And then she said

I fell flat on my back and spread out my arms. "Oh, Mademoiselle!" I cried reproachfully.

"Oh, Mademoiselle!" cried Marie. And he fell flat on his back, and spread out his arms and moaned. He was

And Croisette cried, "Oh, mademoiselle!" too. But he was always ridiculous in his ways. He fell flat on his

Yet he was sharp. It was he who first remembered our duty, and went to Catherine, cap in hand, where she sat

half angry and half confused, and said with a fine redness in his cheeks, "Mademoiselle de Caylus, our

cousin, we give you joy, and wish you long life; and are your servants, and the good friends and aiders of M.

But I could not stand that. "Not so fast, St. Croix de Caylus" I said, pushing him asidehe was ever getting

before me in those daysand taking his place. Then with my best bow I began, "Mademoiselle, we give you

joy and long life, and are your servants and the good friends and aiders of M. de Pavannes in all quarrels,

"As becomes the cadets of your house," I repeated. And then Catherine stood up and made me a low bow and

we all kissed her hand in turn, beginning with me and ending with Croisette, as was becoming. Afterwards

Catherine threw her handkerchief over her faceshe was cryingand we three sat down, Turkish fashion,

But presently Croisette had something to add. "What will the Wolf say?" he whispered to me.

"Ah! To be sure!" I exclaimed aloud. I had been thinking of myself before; but this opened quite another

She dropped her kerchief from her face, and turned so pale that I was sorry I had spokenapart from the

"Yes" Croisette answered. "He came in last night from St. Antonin, with very small attendance."

"The news seemed to set her fears at rest instead of augmenting them as I should have expected. I suppose

they were rather for Louis de Pavannes, than for herself. Not unnaturally, too, for even the Wolf could

scarcely have found it in his heart to hurt our cousin. Her slight willowy figure, her pale oval face and gentle

brown eyes, her pleasant voice, her kindness, seemed to us boys and in those days, to sum up all that was

womanly. We could not remember, not even Croisette the youngest of uswho was seventeen, a year junior

But let me explain how we four, whose united ages scarce exceeded seventy years, came to be lounging on

the terrace in the holiday stillness of that afternoon. It was the summer of 1572. The great peace, it will be

remembered, between the Catholics and the Huguenots had not long been declared; the peace which in a day

or two was to be solemnized, and, as most Frenchmen hoped, to be cemented by the marriage of Henry of

Navarre with Margaret of Valois, the King's sister. The Vicomte de Caylus, Catherine's father and our

guardian, was one of the governors appointed to see the peace enforced; the respect in which he was held by

both partieshe was a Catholic, but no bigot, God rest his soul! recommending him for this employment.

He had therefore gone a week or two before to Bayonne, his province. Most of our neighbours in Quercy

were likewise from home, having gone to Paris to be witnesses on one side or the other of the royal wedding.

And consequently we young people, not greatly checked by the presence of goodnatured, sleepy Madame

Claude, Catherine's duenna, were disposed to make the most of our liberty; and to celebrate the peace in our

We were countryfolk. Not one of us had been to Pau, much less to Paris. The Vicomte held stricter views

than were common then, upon young people's education; and though we had learned to ride and shoot, to use

our swords and toss a hawk, and to read and write, we knew little more than Catherine herself of the world;

little more of the pleasures and sins of court life, and not one tenth as much as she did of its graces. Still she

had taught us to dance and make a bow. Her presence had softened our manners; and of late we had gained

something from the frank companionship of Louis de Pavannes, a Huguenot whom the Vicomte had taken

prisoner at Moncontour and held to ransom. We were not, I think, mere clownish yokels.

But we were shy. We disliked and shunned strangers. And when old Gil appeared suddenly, while we were

still chewing the melancholy cud of Kit's announcement, and cried sepulchrally, "M. le Vidame de Bezers to

pay his respects to Mademoiselle!"Well, there was something like a panic, I confess!

We scrambled to our feet, muttering, "The Wolf!" The entrance at Caylus is by a ramp rising from the

gateway to the level of the terrace. This sunken way is fenced by low walls so that one may notwhen

walking on the terracefall into it. Gil had spoken before his head had well risen to view, and this gave us a

moment, just a moment. Croisette made a rush for the doorway into the house; but failed to gain it, and drew

himself up behind a buttress of the tower, his finger on his lip. I am slow sometimes, and Marie waited for

me, so that we had barely got to our legslooking, I dare say, awkward and ungainly enough before the

"Mademoiselle!" he said, advancing to her through the sunshine, and bending over her slender hand with a

magnificent grace that was born of his size and manner combined, "I rode in late last night from Toulouse;

and I go tomorrow to Paris. I have but rested and washed off the stains of travel that I may lay my ah!"

He seemed to see us for the first time and negligently broke off in his compliment; raising himself and

saluting us. "Ah," he continued indolently, "two of the maidens of Caylus, I see. With an odd pair of hands

apiece, unless I am mistaken, Why do you not set them spinning, Mademoiselle?" and he regarded us with

Croisette pulled horrible faces behind his back. We looked hotly at him; but could find nothing to say.

"You grow red!" he went on, pleasantlythe wretch!playing with us as a cat does with mice. "It offends

your dignity, perhaps, that I bid Mademoiselle set you spinning? I now would spin at Mademoiselle's

"We are not girls!" I blurted out, with the flush and tremor of a boy's passion. "You had not called my

godfather, Anne de Montmorenci a girl, M. le Vidame!" For though we counted it a joke among ourselves

He shrugged his shoulders. And how he dwarfed us all as he stood there dominating our terrace! "M. de

And the villain deliberately turned his great back upon us, taking his seat on the low wall near Catherine's

chair. It was clear even to our vanity that he did not think us worth another wordthat we had passed

absolutely from his mind. Madame Claude came waddling out at the same moment, Gil carrying a chair

behind her. And wewell we slunk away and sat on the other side of the terrace, whence we could still

Yet who were we to glower at him? To this day I shake at the thought of him. It was not so much his height

and bulk, though he was so big that the clipped pointed fashion of his beard a fashion then new at

courtseemed on him incongruous and effeminate; nor so much the sinister glance of his grey eyeshe had

a slight cast in them; nor the grim suavity of his manner, and the harsh threatening voice that permitted of no

disguise. It was the sum of these things, the great brutal presence of the manthat was overpoweringthat

made the great falter and the poor crouch. And then his reputation! Though we knew little of the world's

wickedness, all we did know had come to us linked with his name. We had heard of him as a duellist, as a

bully, an employer of bravos. At Jarnac he had been the last to turn from the shambles. Men called him cruel

and vengeful even for those daysgone by now, thank God!and whispered his name when they spoke of

assassinations; saying commonly of him that he would not blench before a Guise, nor blush before the

Such was our visitor and neighbour, Raoul de Mar, Vidame de Bezers. As he sat on the terrace, now eyeing

us askance, and now paying Catherine a compliment, I likened him to a great cat before which a butterfly has

all unwittingly flirted her prettiness. Poor Catherine! No doubt she had her own reasons for uneasiness; more

reasons I fancy than I then guessed. For she seemed to have lost her voice. She stammered and made but poor

replies; and Madame Claude being deaf and stupid, and we boys too timid after the rebuff we had

experienced to fill the gap, the conversation languished. The Vidame was not for his part the man to put

It was after one of these pausesnot the first but the longest that I started on finding his eyes fixed on

mine. More, I shivered. It is hard to describe, but there was a look in the Vidame's eyes at that moment which

I had never seen before. A look of pain almost: of dumb savage alarm at any rate. From me they passed

slowly to Marie and mutely interrogated him. Then the Vidame's glance travelled back to Catherine, and

Only a moment before she had been but too conscious of his presence. Now, as it chanced by bad luck, or in

the course of Providence, something had drawn her attention elsewhere. She was unconscious of his regard.

Her own eyes were fixed in a faraway gaze. Her colour was high, her lips were parted, her bosom heaved

The shadow deepened on the Vidame's face. Slowly he took his eyes from hers, and looked northwards also.

Caylus Castle stands on a rock in the middle of the narrow valley of that name. The town clusters about the

ledges of the rock so closely that when I was a boy I could fling a stone clear of the houses. The hills are

scarcely five hundred yards distant on either side, rising in tamer colours from the green fields about the

brook. It is possible from the terrace to see the whole valley, and the road which passes through it lengthwise.

Catherine's eyes were on the northern extremity of the defile, where the highway from Cahors descends from

the uplands. She had been sitting with her face turned that way all the afternoon.

I looked that way too. A solitary horseman was descending the steep track from the hills.

"Mademoiselle!" cried the Vidame suddenly. We all looked up. His tone was such that the colour fled from

Kit's face. There was something in his voice she had never heard in any voice beforesomething that to a

woman was like a blow. "Mademoiselle," he snarled, "is expecting news from Cahors, from her lover. I have

Ah! he had guessed it! As the words fell on the sleepy silence, an insult in themselves, I sprang to my feet,

amazed and angry, yet astounded by his quickness of sight and wit. He must have recognized the Pavannes

badge at that distance. "M. le Vidame," I said indignantlyCatherine was white and voiceless"M. le

Vidame" but there I stopped and faltered stammering. For behind him I could see Croisette; and Croisette

So we stood face to face for a moment; the boy and the man of the world, the stripling and the ROUE. Then

the Vidame bowed to me in quite a new fashion. "M. Anne de Caylus desires to answer for M. de Pavannes?"

I understood what he meant. But something prompted meCroisette said afterwards that it was a happy

thought, though now I know the crisis to have been less serious than he fancied to answer, "Nay, not for M.

de Pavannes. Rather for my cousin." And I bowed. "I have the honour on her behalf to acknowledge your

congratulations, M. le Vidame. It pleases her that our nearest neighbour should also be the first outside the

family to wish her well. You have divined truly in supposing that she will shortly be united to M. de

I supposefor I saw the giant's colour change and his lip quiver as I spokethat his previous words had

been only a guess. For a moment the devil seemed to be glaring through his eyes; and he looked at Marie and

me as a wild animal at its keepers. Yet he maintained his cynical politeness in part. "Mademoiselle desires

my congratulations?" he said, slowly, labouring with each word it seemed. "She shall have them on the happy

day. She shall certainly have them then. But these are troublous times. And Mademoiselle's betrothed is I

think a Huguenot, and has gone to Paris. Pariswell, the air of Paris is not good for Huguenots, I am told."

I saw Catherine shiver; indeed she was on the point of fainting, I broke in rudely, my passion getting the

better of my fears. "M. de Pavannes can take care of himself, believe me," I said brusquely.

"Perhaps so," Bezers answered, his voice like the grating of steel on steel. "But at any rate this will be a

memorable day for Mademoiselle. The day on which she receives her first congratulationsshe will

remember it as long as she lives! Oh, yes, I will answer for that, M. Anne," he said looking brightly at one

and another of us, his eyes more oblique than ever, "Mademoiselle will remember it, I am sure!"

It would be impossible to describe the devilish glance he flung at the poor sinking girl as he withdrew, the

horrid emphasis he threw into those last words, the covert deadly threat they conveyed to the dullest ears.

That he went then, was small mercy. He had done all the evil he could do at present. If his desire had been to

Kit crying softly went into the house; her innocent coquetry more than sufficiently punished already. And we

three looked at one another with blank faces, It was clear that we had made a dangerous enemy, and an

enemy at our own gates. As the Vidame had said, these were troublous times when things were done to

menay, and to women and childrenwhich we scarce dare to speak of now. "I wish the Vicomte were

here," Croisette said uneasily after we had discussed several unpleasant contingencies.

"And he is at St. Antonin, and will not be back this week. Father Pierre too is at Albi."

"Certainly not!" Croisette retorted with contempt. "Even the Vidame would not dare to do that in time of

peace. Besides, he has not half a score of men here," continued the lad, shrewdly, "and counting old Gil and

ourselves we have as many. And Pavannes always said that three men could hold the gate at the bottom of the

Catherine interrupted me. She came out quickly looking a different person; her face flushed with anger, her

I had no difficulty in doing that. All the sounds of town life came up to us on the terrace. Lounging there we

could hear the chaffering over the wheat measures in the cloisters of the marketsquare, the yell of a dog, the

voice of a scold, the church bell, the watchman's cry. I had only to step to the wall to overlook it all. On this

summer afternoon the town had been for the most part very quiet. If we had not been engaged in our own

affairs we should have taken the alarm before, remarking in the silence the first beginnings of what was now

We could seea bend in the street laying it openpart of the Vidame's house; the gloomy square hold

which had come to him from his mother. His own chateau of Bezers lay far away in Franche Comte, but of

late he had shown a preferenceCatherine could best account for it, perhapsfor this mean house in

Caylus. It was the only house in the town which did not belong to us. It was known as the House of the Wolf,

and was a grim stone building surrounding a courtyard. Rows of wolves' heads carved in stone flanked the

windows, whence their bare fangs grinned day and night at the church porch opposite.

The noise drew our eyes in this direction; and there lolling in a window over the door, looking out on the

street with a laughing eye, was Bezers himself. The cause of his merrimentwe had not far to look for

itwas a horseman who was riding up the street under difficulties. He was reining in his steedno easy

task on that steep greasy pavementso as to present some front to a score or so of ragged knaves who were

following close at his heels, hooting and throwing mud and pebbles at him. The man had drawn his sword,

and his oaths came up to us, mingled with shrill cries of "VIVE LA MESSE!" and half drowned by the

clattering of the horse's hoofs. We saw a stone strike him in the face, and draw blood, and heard him swear

"Oh!" cried Catherine, clasping her hands with a sudden shriek of indignation, "my letter! They will get my

"Death!" exclaimed Croisette, "She is right! It is M. de Pavannes' courier! This must be stopped! We cannot

"They shall pay dearly for it, by our Lady!" I cried swearing myself. "And in peace time toothe villains!

And I looked round for my fowling piece, while Croisette jumped on the wall, and forming a trumpet with his

hands, shrieked at the top of his voice, "Back! he bears a letter from the Vicomte!"

But the device did not succeed, and I could not find my gun. For a moment we were helpless, and before I

could have fetched the gun from the house, the horseman and the hooting rabble at his heels, had turned a

Another turn however would bring them out in front of the gateway, and seeing this we hurried down the

ramp to meet them. I stayed a moment to tell Gil to collect the servants, and, this keeping me, Croisette

reached the narrow street outside before me. As I followed him I was nearly knocked down by the rider,

whose face was covered with, dirt and blood, while fright had rendered his horse unmanageable. Darting

aside I let him pass he was blinded and could not see meand then found that Croisettebrave lad! had

collared the foremost of the ruffians, and was beating him with his sheathed sword, while the rest of the

rabble stood back, ashamed, yet sullen, and with anger in their eyes. A dangerous crew, I thought; not

"Down with the CANAILLE!" I retorted, sternly eyeing the ill looking ring. "Will you set yourselves above

The words were scarcely out of my mouth, before I saw that the fellow whom Croisette was punishing had

got hold of a dagger. I shouted a warning, but it came too late. The blade fell, and thanks to Godstriking

the buckle of the lad's belt, glanced off harmless. I saw the steel flash up againsaw the spite in the man's

eyes: but this time I was a step nearer, and before the weapon fell, I passed my sword clean through the

wretch's body. He went down like a log, Croisette falling with him, held fast by his stiffening fingers.

I had never killed a man before, nor seen a man die; and if I had stayed to think about it, I should have fallen

sick perhaps. But it was no time for thought; no time for sickness. The crowd were close upon us, a line of

flushed threatening faces from wall to wall. A single glance downwards told me that the man was dead, and I

set my foot upon his neck. "Hounds! Beasts!" I cried, not loudly this time, for though I was like one

possessed with rage, it was inward rage, "go to your kennels! Will you dare to raise a hand against a Caylus?

I suppose I looked fierce enoughI know I felt no fear, only a strange exaltationfor they slunk away.

Unwillingly, but with little delay the group melted, Bezers' followingof whom I knew the dead man was

onethe last to go. While I still glared at them, lo! the street was empty; the last had disappeared round the

bend. I turned to find Gil and halfadozen servants standing with pale faces at my back. Croisette seized my

hand with a sob. "Oh, my lord," cried Gil, quaveringly. But I shook one off, I frowned at the other.

"Take up this carrion!" I said, touching it with my foot, "And hang it from the justiceelm. And then close

Croisette used to tell a story, of the facts of which I have no remembrance, save as a bad dream. He would

have it that I left my pallet that nightI had one to myself in the summer, being the eldest, while he and

Marie slept on another in the same room and came to him and awoke him, sobbing and shaking and

clutching him; and begging him in a fit of terror not to let me go. And that so I slept in his arms until

morning. But as I have said, I do not remember anything of this, only that I had an ugly dream that night, and

that when I awoke I was lying with him and Marie; so I cannot say whether it really happened.

At any rate, if I had any feeling of the kind it did not last long; on the contraryit would be idle to deny

itI was flattered by the sudden respect, Gil and the servants showed me. What Catherine thought of the

matter I could not tell. She had her letter and apparently found it satisfactory. At any rate we saw nothing of

her. Madame Claude was busy boiling simples, and tending the messenger's hurts. And it seemed natural that

There could be no doubtat any rate we had none that the assault on the courier had taken place at the

Vidame's instance. The only wonder was that he had not simply cut his throat and taken the letter. But

looking back now it seems to me that grown men mingled some childishness with their cruelty in those

daysdays when the religious wars had aroused our worst passions. It was not enough to kill an enemy. It

pleased people to makeI speak literallya football of his head, to throw his heart to the dogs. And no

doubt it had fallen in with the Vidame's grim humour that the bearer of Pavannes' first love letter should enter

his mistress's presence, bleeding and plaistered with mud. And that the riffraff about our own gates should

Bezers' wrath would be little abated by the issue of the affair, or the justice I had done on one of his men. So

we looked well to bolts, and bars, and windows, although the castle is wellnigh impregnable, the smooth

rock falling twenty feet at least on every side from the base of the walls. The gatehouse, Pavannes had shown

us, might be blown up with gunpowder indeed, but we prepared to close the iron grating which barred the

way halfway up the ramp. This done, even if the enemy should succeed in forcing an entrance he would

only find himself caught in a trap in a steep, narrow way exposed to a fire from the top of the flanking

walls, as well as from the front. We had a couple of culverins, which the Vicomte had got twenty years

before, at the time of the battle of St. Quentin. We fixed one of these at the head of the ramp, and placed the

other on the terrace, where by moving it a few paces forward we could train it on Bezers' house, which thus

Not that we really expected an attack. But we did not know what to expect or what to fear. We had not ten

servants, the Vicomte having taken a score of the sturdiest lackeys and keepers to attend him at Bayonne.

And we felt immensely responsible. Our main hope was that the Vidame would at once go on to Paris, and

postpone his vengeance. So again and again we cast longing glances at the House of the Wolf hoping that

Consequently it was a shock to me, and a great downfall of hopes, when Gil with a grave face came to me on

the terrace and announced that M. le Vidame was at the gate, asking to see Mademoiselle.

"It is out of the question that he should see her," the old servant added, scratching his head in grave

"Most certainly. I will see him instead," I answered stoutly. "Do you leave Francis and another at the gate,

These preparations madeand they took up scarcely a momentI met the Vidame at the head of the ramp.

"Mademoiselle de Caylus," I said, bowing, "is, I regret to say, indisposed today, Vidame."

"Her indisposition deprives her of the pleasure," I answered with an effort. He was certainly a wonderful

man, for at sight of him, threefourths of my courage, and all my importance, oozed out at the heels of my

"She will not see me. Very well," he replied, as if I had not spoken. And the simple words sounded like a

sentence of death. "Then, M. Anne, I have a crow to pick with you. What compensation do you propose to

make for the death of my servant? A decent, quiet fellow, whom you killed yesterday, poor man, because his

"Whom I killed because he drew a dagger on M. St. Croix de Caylus at the Vicomte's gate," I answered

steadily. I had thought about this of course and was ready for it. "You are aware, M. de Bezers," I continued,

"that the Vicomte has jurisdiction extending to life and death over all persons within the valley?"

"Precisely; while they are within the curtilage of your house," I retorted. "However as the punishment was

The way the Vidame received this surprised me. He broke into boisterous laughter. "By our Lady, my friend,"

he cried with rough merriment, "but you are a joker! You are indeed. Masses? Why the man was a

And that startled me more than anything which had gone before; more indeed than I can explain. For it

seemed to prove that this man, laughing his unholy laugh was not like other men. He did not pick and choose

his servants for their religion. He was sure that the Huguenot would stone his fellow at his bidding; the

Catholic cry "Vive Coligny!" I was so completely taken aback that I found no words to answer him, and it

was Croisette who said smartly, "Then how about his enthusiasm for the true faith, M. le Vidame?"

"The true faith," he answered"for my servants is my faith." Then a thought seemed to strike him. "What is

more." he continued slowly, "that it is the true and only faith for all, thousands will learn before the world is

ten days older. Bear my words in mind, boy! They will come back to you. And now hear me," he went on in

his usual tone, "I am anxious to accommodate a neighbour. It goes without saying that I would not think of

putting you, M. Anne, to any trouble for the sake of that rascal of mine. But my people will expect

something. Let the plaguy fellow who caused all this disturbance be given up to me, that I may hang him; and

"That is impossible!" I answered coolly. I had no need to ask what he meant. Give up Pavannes' messenger

He regarded meunmoved by my refusalwith a smile under which I chafed, while I was impotent to

resent it. "Do not build too much on a single blow, young gentleman," he said, shaking his head waggishly. "I

had fought a dozen times when I was your age. However, I understand that you refuse to give me

"Bah!" he exclaimed with a sneer, "business first and pleasure afterwards! Bezers will obtain satisfaction in

his own way, I promise you that! And at his own time. And it will not be on unfledged bantlings like you. But

what is this for?" And he rudely kicked the culverin which apparently he had not noticed before, "So! so!

understand," he continued, casting a sharp glance at one and another of us. "You looked to be besieged! Why

you, booby, there is the shoot of your kitchen midden, twenty feet above the roof of old Fretis' store! And

open, I will be sworn! Do you think that I should have come this way while there was a ladder in Caylus! Did

With that he turned on his heel, swaggering away in the full enjoyment of his triumph. For a triumph it was.

We stood stunned; ashamed to look one another in the face. Of course the shoot was open. We remembered

now that it was, and we were so sorely mortified by his knowledge and our folly, that I failed in my courtesy,

"He is the devil in person!" I exclaimed angrily, shaking my fist at the House of the Wolf, as I strode up and

"So do I!" said Croisette, mildly. "But that he hates us is a matter of more importance. At any rate we will

"Wait a moment!" I replied, as after another volley of complaints directed at our visitor, the lad was moving

For there was a noise of hoofs below us, clattering on the pavement. Halfadozen horsemen were issuing

from the House of the Wolf, the ring of their bridles and the sound of their careless voices coming up to us

through the clear morning air Bezers' valet, whom we knew by sight, was the last of them. He had a pair of

great saddlebags before him, and at sight of these we uttered a glad exclamation. "He is going!" I

But I was right. We had not to wait long. He WAS going. In another moment he came out himself, riding a

strong irongrey horse: and we could see that he had holsters to his saddle. His steward was running beside

him, to take I suppose his last orders. A cripple, whom the bustle had attracted from his usual haunt, the

church porch, held up his hand for alms. The Vidame as he passed, cut him savagely across the face with his

"May the devil take him!" exclaimed Croisette in just rage. But I said nothing, remembering that the cripple

was a particular pet of Catherine's. I thought instead of an occasion, not so very long ago, when the Vicomte

being at home, we had had a great hawking party. Bezers and Catherine had ridden up the street together, and

Catherine giving the cripple a piece of money, Bezers had flung to him all his share of the game. And my

Only for a moment, however. The man was gone; or was going at any rate. We stood silent and motionless,

all watching, until, after what seemed a long interval, the little party of seven became visible on the white

road far below usto the northward, and moving in that direction. Still we watched them, muttering a word

to one another, now and again, until presently the riders slackened their pace, and began to ascend the

winding track that led to the hills and Cahors; and to Paris also, if one went far enough.

Then at length with a loud "Whoop!" we dashed across the terrace, Croisette leading, and so through the

courtyard to the parlour; where we arrived breathless. "He is off!" Croisette cried shrilly. "He has started for

But no answer, such as we expected, came from the women folk. When we picked up our caps, and looked at

Catherine, feeling rather foolish, she was staring at us with a white face and great scornful eyes. "Fools!" she

And that was all. But it was enough to take me aback. I had looked to see her face lighten at our news; instead

it wore an expression I had never seen on it before. Catherine, so kind and gentle, calling us fools! And

without cause! I did not understand it. I turned confusedly to Croisette. He was looking at her, and I saw that

he was frightened. As for Madame Claude, she was crying in the corner. A presentiment of evil made my

"Fools!" my cousin repeated with exceeding bitterness, her foot tapping the parquet unceasingly. "Do you

think he would have stooped to avenge himself on YOU? On you! Or that he could hurt me one hundredth

part as much here asas" She broke off stammering. Her scorn faltered for an instant. "Bah! he is a man!

He knows!" she exclaimed superbly, her chin in the air, "but you are boys. You do not understand!"

I looked amazedly at this angry woman. I had a difficulty in associating her with my cousin. As for Croisette,

he stepped forward abruptly, and picked up a white object which was lying at her feet.

"Yes, read it!" she cried, "read it! Ah!" and she clenched her little hand, and in her passion struck the oak

table beside her, so that a stain of blood sprang out on her knuckles. Why did you not kill him? Why did you

not do it when you had the chance? You were three to one," she hissed. "You had him in your power! You

Madame Claude muttered something tearfully; something about Pavannes and the saints. I looked over

Croisette's shoulder, and read the letter. It began abruptly without any term of address, and ran thus, "I have a

mission in Paris, Mademoiselle, which admits of no delay, your mission, as well as my ownto see

Pavannes. You have won his heart. It is yours, and I will bring it you, or his right hand in token that he has

The thing bore no signature. It was written in some red fluid blood perhapsa mean and sorry trick! On

the outside was scrawled a direction to Mademoiselle de Caylus. And the packet was sealed with the

"The coward! the miserable coward!" Croisette cried. He was the first to read the meaning of the thing. And

For me I was angry exceedingly. My veins seemed full of fire, as I comprehended the mean cruelty which

"Who delivered this?" I thundered. "Who gave it to Mademoiselle? How did it reach her hands? Speak, some

A maid, whimpering in the background, said that Francis had given it to her to hand to Mademoiselle.

I ground my teeth together, while Marie, unbidden, left the room to seek Francisand a stirrup leather. The

Vidame had brought the note in his pocket no doubt, rightly expecting that he would not get an audience of

my cousin. Returning to the gate alone he had seen his opportunity, and given the note to Francis, probably

Croisette and I looked at one another, apprehending all this. "He will sleep at Cahors tonight," I said

The lad shook his head and answered in a low voice, "I am afraid not. His horses are fresh. I think he will

Catherine had flung herself into a chair. Her arms lay nerveless on the table. Her face was hidden in them.

But now, overhearing us, or stung by some fresh thought, she sprang to her feet in anguish. Her face

twitched, her form seemed to stiffen as she drew herself up like one in physical pain. "Oh, I cannot bear it!"

she cried to us in dreadful tones. "Oh, will no one do anything? I will go to him! I will tell him I will give him

Croisette went from the room crying. It was a dreadful sight for usthis girl in agony. And it was impossible

to reassure her! Not one of us doubted the horrible meaning of the note, its covert threat. Civil wars and

religious hatred, and I fancy Italian modes of thought, had for the time changed our countrymen to beasts. Far

more dreadful things were done then than this which Bezers threatenedeven if he meant it literallyfar

more dreadful things were suffered. But in the fiendish ingenuity of his vengeance on her, the helpless, loving

woman, I thought Raoul de Bezers stood alone. Alas! it fares ill with the butterfly when the cat has struck it

Madame Claude rose and put her arms round the girl, dismissing me by a gesture. I went out, passing through

two or three scared servants, and made at once for the terrace. I felt as if I could only breathe there. I found

Marie and St. Croix together, silent, the marks of tears on their faces. Our eyes met and they told one tale.

We all spoke at the same time. "When?" we said. But the others looked to me for an answer.

I was somewhat sobered by that, and paused to consider before I replied. "At daybreak tomorrow," I

decided presently. "It is an hour after noon already. We want money, and the horses are out. It will take an

hour to bring them in. After that we might still reach Cahors tonight, perhaps; but more haste less speed you

It was a great thing we meditated. No less than to go to Paris the unknown city so far beyond the

hillsand seek out M. de Pavannes, and warn him. It would be a race between the Vidame and ourselves; a

race for the life of Kit's suitor. Could we reach Paris first, or even within twentyfour hours of Bezers'

arrival, we should in all probability be in time, and be able to put Pavannes on his guard. It had been the first

thought of all of us, to take such men as we could get together and fall upon Bezers wherever we found him,

making it our simple object to kill him. But the lackeys M. le Vicomte had left with us, the times being

peaceful and the neighbours friendly, were poorspirited fellows. Bezers' handful, on the contrary, were

reckless Swiss riderslike master, like men. We decided that it would be wiser simply to warn Pavannes,

We might have despatched a messenger. But our servantsGil excepted, and he was too old to bear the

journeywere ignorant of Paris. Nor could any one of them be trusted with a mission so delicate. We

thought of Pavannes' courier indeed. But he was a Rochellois, and a stranger to the capital. There was nothing

Yet we did not determine on this adventure with light hearts, I remember. Paris loomed big and awesome in

the eyes of all of us. The glamour of the court rather frightened than allured us. We felt that shrinking from

contact with the world which a country life engenders, as well as that dread of seeming unlike other people

which is peculiar to youth. It was a great plunge, and a dangerous which we meditated. And we trembled. If

But we were young, and with our fears mingled a delicious excitement. We were going on an adventure of

knight errantry in which we might win our spurs. We were going to see the world and play men's parts in it!

We gave our orders. But we said nothing to Catherine or Madame Claude; merely bidding Gil tell them after

our departure. We arranged for the immediate despatch of a message to the Vicomte at Bayonne, and charged

Gil until he should hear from him to keep the gates closed, and look well to the shoot of the kitchen midden.

Then, when all was ready, we went to our pallets, but it was with hearts throbbing with excitement and

"Anne! Anne!" said Croisette, rising on his elbow and speaking to me some three hours later, "what do you

"What about the ten days?" I asked peevishly. He had roused me just when I was at last falling asleep.

"I am sure I do not know. For goodness' sake let us go to sleep," I replied. For I had no patience with

The sun had not yet risen above the hills when we three with a single servant behind us drew rein at the end

of the valley; and easing our horses on the ascent, turned in the saddle to take a last look at Caylusat the

huddled grey town, and the towers above it. A little thoughtful we all were, I think. The times were rough and

our errand was serious. But youth and early morning are fine dispellers of care; and once on the uplands we

trotted gaily forward, now passing through wide glades in the sparse oak forest, where the trees all leaned one

way, now over bare, windswept downs; or once and again descending into a chalky bottom, where the

stream bubbled through deep beds of fern, and a lonely farmhouse nestled amid orchards.

Four hours' riding, and we saw below us Cahors, filling the bend of the river. We cantered over the Vallandre

Bridge, which there crosses the Lot, and so to my uncle's house of call in the square. Here we ordered

Our host raised his hands. "Now there!" he exclaimed, regret in his voice. "And if you had arrived yesterday

you could have travelled up with the Vidame de Bezers! And you a small party saving your lordships'

"But the Vidame was riding with only halfadozen attendants also!" I answered, flicking my boot in a

The landlord shook his head. "Ah, M. le Vidame knows the world!" he answered shrewdly. "He is not to be

taken off his guard, not he! One of his men whispered me that twenty staunch fellows would join him at

Chateauroux. They say the wars are over, but" and the good man, shrugging his shoulders, cast an

expressive glance at some fine flitches of bacon which were hanging in his chimney. "However, your

lordships know better than I do," he added briskly. "I am a poor man. I only wish to live at peace with my

This was a sentiment so common in those days and so heartily echoed by most men of substance both in town

and country, that we did not stay to assent to it; but having received from the worthy fellow a token which

would insure our obtaining fresh cattle at Limoges, we took to the road again, refreshed in body, and with

Fiveandtwenty attendants were more than even such a man as Bezers, who had many enemies, travelled

with in those days; unless accompanied by ladies. That the Vidame had provided such a reinforcement

seemed to point to a wider scheme than the one with which we had credited him. But we could not guess

what his plans were; since he must have ordered his people before he heard of Catherine's engagement. Either

his jealousy therefore had put him on the alert earlier, or his threatened attack on Pavannes was only part of a

larger plot. In either case our errand seemed more urgent, but scarcely more hopeful.

The varied sights and sounds however of the roadmany of them new to uskept us from dwelling over

much on this. Our eyes were young, and whether it was a pretty girl lingering behind a troop of gipsies, or a

pair of strollers from Valencia JONGLEURS they still called themselvessinging in the old dialect of

Provence, or a Norman horsedealer with his string of cattle tied head and tail, or the Puy de Dome to the

eastward over the Auvergne hills, or a tattered old soldier wounded in the warsfighting for either side,

Yet we never forgot our errand. We never I think rose in the morningtoo often stiff and sorewithout

thinking "Today or tomorrow or the next day" as the case might be"we shall make all right for Kit!"

For Kit! Perhaps it was the purest enthusiasm we were ever to feel, the least selfish aim we were ever to

Meanwhile we met few travellers of rank on the road. Half the nobility of France were still in Paris enjoying

the festivities which were being held to mark the royal marriage. We obtained horses where we needed them

without difficulty. And though we had heard much of the dangers of the way, infested as it was said to be by

But it is not my intention to chronicle all the events of this my first journey, though I dwell on them with

pleasure; or to say what I thought of the towns, all new and strange to me, through which we passed. Enough

that we went by way of Limoges, Chateauroux and Orleans, and that at Chateauroux we learned the failure of

one hope we had formed. We had thought that Bezers when joined there by his troopers would not be able to

get relays; and that on this account we might by travelling post overtake him; and possibly slip by him

between that place and Paris. But we learned at Chateauroux that his troop had received fresh orders to go to

Orleans and await him there; the result being that he was able to push forward with relays so far. He was

evidently in hot haste. For leaving there with his horses fresh he passed through Angerville, forty miles short

of Paris, at noon, whereas we reached it on the evening of the same day the sixth after leaving Caylus.

We rode into the yard of the inna large place, seeming larger in the duskso tired that we could scarcely

slip from our saddles. Jean, our servant, took the four horses, and led them across to the stables, the poor

beasts hanging their heads, and following meekly. We stood a moment stamping our feet, and stretching our

legs. The place seemed in a bustle, the clatter of pans and dishes proceeding from the windows over the

entrance, with a glow of light and the sound of feet hurrying in the passages. There were men too,

halfadozen or so standing at the doors of the stables, while others leaned from the windows. One or two

lanthorns just kindled glimmered here and there in the semidarkness; and in a corner two smiths were

We were turning from all this to go in, when we heard Jean's voice raised in altercation, and thinking our

rustic servant had fallen into trouble, we walked across to the stables near which he and the horses were still

"They say that there is no room for the horses," Jean answered querulously, scratching his head; half sullen,

"And there is not!" cried the foremost of the gang about the door, hastening to confront us in turn. His tone

was insolent, and it needed but half an eye to see that his fellows were inclined to back him up. He stuck his

arms akimbo and faced us with an impudent smile. A lanthorn on the ground beside him throwing an

"Come," I said sternly, "the stables are large, and your horses cannot fill them. Some room must be found for

"To be sure! Make way for the king!" he retorted. While one jeered "VIVE LE ROI!" and the rest laughed.

Quarrels between gentlemen's servants were as common then as they are today. But the masters seldom

condescended to interfere. "Let the fellows fight it out," was the general sentiment. Here, however, poor Jean

"Come, men, have a care that you do not get into trouble," I urged, restraining Croisette by a touch, for I by

no means wished to have a repetition of the catastrophe which had happened at Caylus. "These horses belong

to the Vicomte de Caylus. If your master be a friend of his, as may very probably be the case, you will run the

I thought I heard, as I stopped speaking, a subdued muttering, and fancied I caught the words, "PAPEGOT!

Down with the Guises!" But the spokesman's only answer aloud was "Cockadoodledoo!"

"Cockadoodledoo!" he repeated, flapping his arms in defiance. "Here is a cock of a fine hackle!" And so

on, and so forth, while he turned grinning to his companions, looking for their applause.

I was itching to chastise him, and yet hesitating, lest the thing should have its serious side, when a new actor

appeared. "Shame, you brutes!" cried a shrill voice above us in the clouds it seemed. I looked up, and saw

two girls, coarse and handsome, standing at a window over the stable, a light between them. "For shame!

The men laughed louder than ever; and for me, I could not stand by and be called a child. "Come here," I

said, beckoning to the man in the doorway. "Come here, you rascal, and I will give you the thrashing you

He lounged forward, a heavy fellow, taller than myself and six inches wider at the shoulders. My heart failed

me a little as I measured him. But the thing had to be done. If I was slight, I was wiry as a hound, and in the

excitement had forgotten my fatigue. I snatched from Marie a loaded ridingwhip he carried, and stepped

"Have a care, little man!" cried the girl gailyyet half in pity, I think. "Or that fat pig will kill you!"

My antagonist did not join in the laugh this time. Indeed it struck me that his eye wandered and that he was

not so ready to enter the ring as his mates were to form it. But before I could try his mettle, a hand was laid

on my shoulder. A man appearing from I do not know wherefrom the dark fringe of the group, I

"Leave this to me!" he said, coolly stepping before me. "Do not dirty your hands with the knave, master. I am

pining for work and the job will just suit me! I will fit him for the worms before the nuns above can say an

I looked at the newcomer. He was a stout fellow; not over tall, nor over big; swarthy, with prominent

features. The plume of his bonnet was broken, but he wore it in a rakish fashion; and altogether he swaggered

with so daredevil an air, clinking his spurs and swinging out his long sword recklessly, that it was no

"Come on!" he cried, boisterously, forming a ring by the simple process of sweeping his blade from side to

side, while he made the dagger in his left hand flash round his head. "Who is for the game? Who will strike a

blow for the little Admiral? Will you come one, two, three at once; or all together? Anyway, come on,

you" And he closed his challenge with a volley of frightful oaths, directed at the group opposite.

"It is no quarrel of yours," said the big man, sulkily; making no show of drawing his sword, but rather

"All quarrels are my quarrels! and no quarrels are your quarrels. That is about the truth, I fancy!" was the

smart retort; which our champion rendered more emphatic by a playful lunge that caused the big bully to skip

There was a loud laugh at this, even among the enemy's backers. "Bah, the great pig!" ejaculated the girl

above. "Spit him!" and she spat down on the whilom Hectorwho made no great figure now.

"Shall I bring you a slice of him, my dear?" asked my rakehelly friend, looking up and making his sword play

round the shrinking wretch. "Just a titbit, my love?" he added persuasively. "A mouthful of white liver and

"Do you hear? The lady has no taste for you," the tormentor cried. "Pig of a Gascon!" And deftly sheathing

his dagger, he seized the big coward by the ear, and turning him round, gave him a heavy kick which sent

him spinning over a bucket, and down against the wall. There the bully remained, swearing and rubbing

himself by turns; while the victor cried boastfully, "Enough of him. If anyone wants to take up his quarrel,

Blaise Bure is his man. If not, let us have an end of it. Let someone find stalls for the gentlemen's horses

before they catch a chill; and have done with it. As for me," he added, and then he turned to us and removed

his hat with an exaggerated flourish, "I am your lordship's servant to command."

I thanked him with a heartiness, halfearnest, halfassumed. His cloak was ragged, his trunk hose, which had

once been fine enough, were stained, and almost pointless, He swaggered inimitably,and had ledcaptain

written large upon him. But he had done us a service, for Jean had no further trouble about the horses. And

besides one has a natural liking for a brave man, and this man was brave beyond question.

"You are from Orleans," he said respectfully enough, but as one asserting a fact, not asking a question.

"No, but I looked at your boots, gentlemen," he replied. "White dust, north; red dust, south. Do you see?"

"Yes, I see," I said, with admiration. "You must have been brought up in a sharp school, M. Bure."

"Sharp masters make sharp scholars," he replied, grinning. And that answer I had occasion to remember

"Yes, from Orleans too, gentlemen. But earlier in the day. With lettersletters of importance!" And

bestowing something like a wink of confidence on us, he drew himself up, looked sternly at the stablefolk,

patted himself twice on the chest, and finally twirled his moustaches, and smirked at the girl above, who was

I thought it likely enough that we might find it hard to get rid of him. But this was not so. After listening with

gratification to our repeated thanks, he bowed with the same grotesque flourish, and marched off as grave as

"Ce petit homme tant joli! Qui toujours cause et toujours rit, Qui toujours baise sa mignonne, Dieu gard' de

On our going in, the landlord met us politely, but with curiosity, and a simmering of excitement also in his

manner. "From Paris, my lords?" he asked, rubbing his hands and bowing low. "Or from the south?"

"From the south," I answered. "From Orleans, and hungry and tired, Master Host."

"Ah!" he replied, disregarding the latter part of my answer, while his little eyes twinkled with satisfaction.

"Then I dare swear, my lords, you have not heard the news?" He halted in the narrow passage, and lifting the

candle he carried, scanned our faces closely, as if he wished to learn something about us before he spoke.

"News!" I answered brusquely, being both tired, and as I had told him, hungry. "We have heard none, and the

But even this snub did not check his eagerness to tell his news. "The Admiral de Coligny," he said,

For a moment let me digress. The few of my age will remember, and the many younger will have been told,

that at this time the Italian queenmother was the ruling power in France. It was Catharine de' Medici's first

object to maintain her influence over Charles the Ninthher son; who, ricketty, weak, and passionate, was

already doomed to an early grave. Her second, to support the royal power by balancing the extreme Catholics

against the Huguenots. For the latter purpose she would coquet first with one party, then with the other. At

the present moment she had committed herself more deeply than was her wont to the Huguenots. Their

leaders, the Admiral Gaspard de Coligny, the King of Navarre, and the Prince of Conde, were supposed to be

high in favour, while the chiefs of the other party, the Duke of Guise, and the two Cardinals of his house, the

Cardinal of Lorraine and the Cardinal of Guise, were in disgrace; which, as it seemed, even their friend at

Such was the outward aspect of things in August, 1572, but there were not wanting rumours that already

Coligny, taking advantage of the footing given him, had gained an influence over the young king, which

threatened Catharine de' Medici herself. The admiral, therefore, to whom the Huguenot half of France had

long looked as to its leader, was now the object of the closest interest to all; the Guise faction, hating

himas the alleged assassin of the Duke of Guisewith an intensity which probably was not to be found in

Still, many who were not Huguenots had a regard for him as a great Frenchman and a gallant soldier.

Wethough we were of the old faith, and the other sidehad heard much of him, and much good. The

Vicomte had spoken of him always as a great man, a man mistaken, but brave, honest and capable in his

error. Therefore it was that when the landlord mentioned him, I forgot even my hunger.

"He was shot, my lords, as he passed through the Rue des Fosses, yesterday," the man declared with bated

breath. "It is not known whether he will live or die. Paris is in an uproar, and there are some who fear the

"But," I said doubtfully, "who has dared to do this? He had a safe conduct from the king himself."

Our host did not answer; shrugging his shoulders instead, he opened the door, and ushered us into the

Some preparations for our meal had already been made at one end of the long board. At the other was seated

a man past middle age; richly but simply dressed. His grey hair, cut short about a massive head, and his

grave, resolute face, squarejawed, and deeplylined, marked him as one to whom respect was due apart

He acknowledged the salute, fixing us a moment with a penetrating glance; and then resumed his meal. I

noticed that his sword and belt were propped against a chair at his elbow, and a dag, apparently loaded, lay

close to his hand by the candlestick. Two lackeys waited behind his chair, wearing the badge we had

We began to talk, speaking in low tones that we might not disturb him. The attack on Coligny had, if true, its

bearing on our own business. For if a Huguenot so great and famous and enjoying the king's special favour

still went in Paris in danger of his life, what must be the risk that such an one as Pavannes ran? We had hoped

to find the city quiet. If instead it should be in a state of turmoil Bezers' chances were so much the better; and

Our companion had by this time finished his supper. But he still sat at table, and seemed to be regarding us

with some curiosity. At length he spoke. "Are you going to Paris, young gentlemen?" he asked, his tone harsh

"Yes," we answered; and expected him to continue the conversation. But instead he became silent, gazing

abstractedly at the table; and what with our meal, and our own talk we had almost forgotten him again, when

looking up, I found him at my elbow, holding out in silence a small piece of paper.

I started his face was so grave. But seeing that there were halfadozen guests of a meaner sort at another

table close by, I guessed that he merely wished to make a private communication to us; and hastened to take

No more. I looked at him puzzled; able to make nothing out of it. St. Croix wrinkled his brow over it with the

"You do not understand?" the stranger continued, as he put the scrap of paper back in his pouch.

"No," I answered, shaking my head. We had all risen out of respect to him, and were standing a little group

"Just so; it is all right then," he answered, looking at us as it seemed to me with grave goodnature. "It is

nothing. Go your way. ButI have a son yonder not much younger than you, young gentlemen. And if you

had understood, I should have said to you, 'Do not go! There are enough sheep for the shearer!'"

He was turning away with this oracular saying when Croisette touched his sleeve. "Pray can you tell us if it

be true," the lad said eagerly, "that the Admiral de Coligny was wounded yesterday?"

"It is true," the other answered, turning his grave eyes on his questioner, while for a moment his stern look

failed him, "It is true, my boy," he added with an air of strange solemnity. " Whom the Lord loveth, He

chasteneth. And, God forgive me for saying it, whom He would destroy, He first maketh mad."

He had gazed with peculiar favour at Croisette's girlish face, I thought: Marie and I were dark and ugly by the

side of the boy. But he turned from him now with a queer, excited gesture, thumping his goldheaded cane

on the floor. He called his servants in a loud, rasping voice, and left the room in seeming anger, driving them

When I came down early next morning, the first person I met was Blaise Bure. He looked rather fiercer and

more shabby by daylight than candlelight. But he saluted me respectfully; and this, since it was clear that he

did not respect many people, inclined me to regard him with favour. It is always so, the more savage the dog,

the more highly we prize its attentions. I asked him who the Huguenot noble was who had supped with us.

"The Baron de Rosny," he answered; adding with a sneer, "He is a careful man! If they were all like him,

with eyes on both sides of his head and a dag by his candlewell, my lord, there would be one more king in

Franceor one less! But they are a blind lot: as blind as bats." He muttered something farther in which I

"Your lordships are going to Paris?" he resumed in a different tone. When I said that we were, he looked at

me in a shamefaced way, half timid, half arrogant. "I have a small favour to ask of you then," he said. "I am

going to Paris myself. I am not afraid of odds, as you have seen. But the roads will be in a queer state if there

be anything on foot in the city, andwell, I would rather ride was you gentlemen than alone."

"You are welcome to join us," I said. "But we start in halfan hour. Do you know Paris well?"

"As well as my swordhilt," he replied briskly, relieved I thought by my acquiescence, "And I have known

that from my breeching. If you want a game at PAUME, or a pretty girl to kiss, I can put you in the way for

The half rustic shrinking from the great city which I felt, suggested to me that our swashbuckling friend

might help us if he would. "Do you know M. de Pavannes?" I asked impulsively, "Where he lives in Paris, I

"I know" he replied slowly, rubbing his chin and looking at the ground in thought"where he had his

lodgings in town a while ago, beforeAh! I do know! I remember," he added, slapping his thigh, "when I

was in Paris a fortnight ago I was told that his steward had taken lodgings for him in the Rue St. Antoine."

"Good!" I answered overjoyed. "Then we want to dismount there, if you can guide us straight to the house."

"I can," he replied simply. "And you will not be the worse for my company. Paris is a queer place when there

is trouble to the fore, but your lordships have got the right man to pilot you through it."

I did not ask him what trouble he meant, but ran indoors to buckle on my sword, and tell Marie and Croisette

of the ally I had secured. They were much pleased, as was natural; so that we took the road in excellent spirits

intending to reach the city in the afternoon. But Marie's horse cast a shoe, and it was some time before we

could find a smith. Then at Etampes, where we stopped to lunch, we were kept an unconscionable time

waiting for it. And so we approached Paris for the first time at sunset. A ruddy glow was at the moment

warming the eastern heights, and picking out with flame the twin towers of Notre Dame, and the one tall

tower of St. Jacques la Boucherie. A dozen roofs higher than their neighbours shone hotly; and a great bank

of cloud, which lay north and south, and looked like a man's hand stretched over the city, changed gradually

Passing within the gates and across first one bridge and then another, we were astonished and utterly

confused by the noise and hubbub through which we rode. Hundreds seemed to be moving this way and that

in the narrow streets. Women screamed to one another from window to window. The bells of halfadozen

churches rang the curfew. Our country ears were deafened. Still our eyes had leisure to take in the tall houses

with their high pitched roofs, and here and there a tower built into the wall; the quaint churches, and the

groups of townsfolksullen fellows some of them with a fierce gleam in their eyeswho, standing in the

But presently we had to stop. A crowd had gathered to watch a little cavalcade of six gentlemen pass across

our path. They were riding two and two, lounging in their saddles and chattering to one another, distainfully

unconscious of the people about them, or the remarks they excited. Their graceful bearing and the richness of

their dress and equipment surpassed anything I had ever seen. A dozen pages and lackeys were attending

them on foot, and the sound of their jests and laughter came to us over the heads of the crowd.

While I was gazing at them, some movement of the throng drove back Bure's horse against mine. Bure

himself uttered a savage oath; uncalled for so far as I could see. But my attention was arrested the next

moment by Croisette, who tapped my arm with his riding whip. "Look!" he cried in some excitement, "is not

I followed the direction of the lad's fingeras well as I could for the plunging of my horse which Bure's had

frightenedand scrutinized the last pair of the troop. They were crossing the street in which we stood, and I

had only a side view of them; or rather of the nearer rider. He was a singularly handsome man, in age about

twentytwo or twentythree with long lovelocks falling on his lace collar and cloak of orange silk. His face

"I could have sworn," exclaimed Croisette, "that that was Louis himselfM. de Pavannes!"

"That?" I answered, as we began to move again, the crowd melting before us. "Oh, dear, no!"

But I had not been able to get a good look at the farther of the two. We turned in our saddles and peered after

him. His back in the dusk certainly reminded me of Louis. Bure, however, who said he knew M. de Pavannes

by sight, laughed at the idea. "Your friend," he said, "is a wider man than that!" And I thought he was right

therebut then it might be the cut of the clothes. "They have been at the Louvre playing paume, I'll be

sworn!" he went on. "So the Admiral must be better. The one next us was M. de Teligny, the Admiral's

We turned as he spoke into a narrow street near the river, and could see not far from us a mass of dark

buildings which Bure told us was the Louvrethe king's residence. Out of this street we turned into a short

one; and here Bure drew rein and rapped loudly at some heavy gates. It was so dark that when, these being

opened, he led the way into a courtyard, we could see little more than a tall, sharpgabled house, projecting

over us against a pale sky; and a group of men and horses in one corner. Bure spoke to one of the men, and

The thought that we were at the end of our long journey, and in time to warn Louis of his danger, made us

forget all our exertions, our fatigue and stiffness. Gladly throwing the bridles to Jean we ran up the steps after

The houseas we passed through a long passage and up some steps seemed full of people. We heard

voices and the ring of arms more than once. But our guide, without pausing, led us to a small room lighted by

a hanging lamp. "I will inform M. de Pavannes of your arrival," he said respectfully, and passed behind a

curtain, which seemed to hide the door of an inner apartment. As he did so the clink of glasses and the hum of

"He has company supping with him," I said nervously. I tried to flip some of the dust from my boots with my

"He will be surprised to see us," quoth Croisette, laughinga little shyly, too, I think. And so we stood

I began to wonder as minutes passed bythe gay company we had seen putting it in my mind, I

supposewhether M. de Pavannes, of Paris, might not turn out to be a very different person from Louis de

Pavannes, of Caylus; whether the king's courtier would be as friendly as Kit's lover. And I was still thinking

of this without having settled the point to my satisfaction, when the curtain was thrust aside again. A very tall

man, wearing a splendid suit of black and silver and a stiff trencherlike ruff, came quickly in, and stood

smiling at us, a little dog in his arms. The little dog sat up and snarled: and Croisette gasped. It was not our

old friend Louis certainly! It was not Louis de Pavannes at all. It was no old friend at all, It was the Vidame

"Welcome, gentlemen!" he said, smiling at usand never had the cast been so apparent in his eyes.

There was a long silence. We stood glaring at him, and he smiled upon usas a cat smiles. Croisette told me

afterwards that he could have died of mortificationof shame and anger that we had been so outwitted. For

myself I did not at once grasp the position. I did not understand. I could not disentangle myself in a moment

from the belief in which I had entered the house that it was Louis de Pavannes' house. But I seemed

vaguely to suspect that Bezers had swept him aside and taken his place. My first impulse thereforeobeyed

on the instantwas to stride to the Vidame's side and grasp his arm. "What have you done?" I cried, my

voice sounding hoarsely even in my own ears. "What have you done with M. de Pavannes? Answer me!"

He showed just a little more of his sharp white teeth as he looked down at my facea flushed and troubled

He glanced at Croisette and shrugged his shoulders, as if I had been a spoiled child. "M. Anne does not seem

to understand," he said with mock courtesy, "that I have the honour to welcome him to my house the Hotel

"The Hotel Bezers! Rue de Platriere!" I cried confusedly. "But Blaise Bure told us that this was the Rue St.

"Ah!" he replied as if slowly enlightenedthe hypocrite! "Ah! I see!" and he smiled grimly. "So you have

made the acquaintance of Blaise Bure, my excellent master of the horse! Worthy Blaise! Indeed, indeed, now

I understand. And you thought, you whelps," he continued, and as he spoke his tone changed strangely, and

he fixed us suddenly with angry eyes, "to play a rubber with me! With me, you imbeciles! You thought the

wolf of Bezers could be hunted down like any hare! Then listen, and I will tell you the end of it. You are now

in my house and absolutely at my mercy. I have two score men within call who would cut the throats of three

babes at the breast, if I bade them! Ay," he, added, a wicked exultation shining in his eyes, "they would, and

He was going on to say more, but I interrupted him. The rage I felt, caused as much by the thought of our

folly as by his arrogance, would let me be silent no longer. "First, M. de Bezers, first," I broke out fiercely,

my words leaping over one another in my haste, "a word with you! Let me tell you what I think of you! You

are a treacherous hound, Vidame! A cur! a beast! And I spit upon you! Traitor and assassin!" I shouted, "is

that not enough? Will nothing provoke you? If you call yourself a gentleman, draw!"

He shook his head; he was still smiling, still unmoved. "I do not do my own dirty work," he said quietly, "nor

"Very well!" I retorted. And with the words I drew my sword, and sprang as quick as lightning to the curtain

by which he had entered. "Very well, we will kill you first!" I cried wrathfully, my eye on his eye, and every

savage passion in my breast aroused, "and take our chance with the lackeys afterwards! Marie! Croisette!" I

But they did not answer! They did not move or draw. For the moment indeed the man was in my power. My

wrist was raised, and I had my point at his breast, I could have run him through by a single thrust. And I

hated him. Oh, how I hated him! But he did not stir. Had he spoken, had he moved so much as an eyelid, or

drawn back his foot, or laid his hand on his hilt, I should have killed him there. But he did not stir and I could

not do it. My hand dropped. "Cowards!" I cried, glancing bitterly from him to themthey had never failed

me before. "Cowards!" I muttered, seeming to shrink into myself as I said the word. And I flung my sword

"That is better!" he drawled quite unmoved, as if nothing more than words had passed, as if he had not been

in peril at all. "It was what I was going to ask you to do. If the other young gentlemen will follow your

Croisette, and a minute later Marie, obeyed him to the letter! I could not understand it. I folded my arms and

gave up the game in despair, and but for very shame I could have put my hands to my face and cried. He

stood in the middle under the lamp, a head taller than the tallest of us; our master. And we stood round him

trapped, beaten, for all the world like children. Oh, I could have cried! This was the end of our long ride, our

"Now perhaps you will listen to me," he went on smoothly, "and hear what I am going to do. I shall keep you

here, young gentlemen, until you can serve me by carrying to mademoiselle, your cousin, some news of her

betrothed. Oh, I shall not detain you long," he added with an evil smile. "You have arrived in Paris at a

fortunate moment. There is going to be awell, there is a little scheme on foot appointed for

tonightsingularly lucky you are!for removing some objectionable people, some friends of ours perhaps

among them, M. Anne. That is all. You will hear shots, cries, perhaps screams. Take no notice. You will be in

no danger. For M. de Pavannes," he continued, his voice sinking, "I think that by morning I shall be able to

give you aa more particular account of him to take to Caylusto Mademoiselle, you understand."

For a moment the mask was off. His face took a sombre brightness. He moistened his lips with his tongue as

though he saw his vengeance worked out then and there before him, and were gloating over the picture. The

idea that this was so took such a hold upon me that I shrank back, shuddering; reading too in Croisette's face

the same thoughtand a late repentance. Nay, the malignity of Bezers' tone, the savage gleam of joy in his

eyes appalled me to such an extent that I fancied for a moment I saw in him the devil incarnate!

He recovered his composure very quickly, however; and turned carelessly towards the door. "If you will

follow me," he said, "I will see you disposed of. You may have to complain of your lodgingI have other

things to think of tonight than hospitality, But you shall not need to complain of your supper."

He drew aside the curtain as he spoke, and passed into the next room before us, not giving a thought

apparently to the possibility that we might strike him from behind. There certainly was an odd quality

The room we entered was rather long than wide, hung with tapestry, and lighted by silver lamps. Rich plate,

embossed, I afterwards learned, by Cellini the Florentinewho died that year I rememberand richer glass

from Venice, with a crowd of meaner vessels filled with meats and drinks covered the table; disordered as by

the attacks of a numerous party. But save a servant or two by the distant dresser, and an ecclesiastic at the far

The priest rose as we entered, the Vidame saluting him as if they had not met that day. "You are welcome M.

le Coadjuteur," he said; saying it coldly, however, I thought. And the two eyed one another with little favour;

rather as birds of prey about to quarrel over the spoil, than as host and guest. Perhaps the Coadjutor's

"Ho! ho!" he said, looking piercingly at usand no doubt we must have seemed a miserable and dejected

The Vidame looked darkly at him. "No," he answered brusquely. "They are not. I am not particular out of

doors, Coadjutor, as you know, but this is my house, and we are going to supper. Perhaps you do not

This was as good as Greek to us. But I so shrank from the priest's malignant eyes, which would not quit us,

and felt so much disgust mingled with my anger that when Bezers by a gesture invited me to sit down, I drew

back. "I will not eat with you," I said sullenly; speaking out of a kind of dull obstinacy, or perhaps a childish

It did not occur to me that this would pierce the Vidame's armour. Yet a dull red showed for an instant in his

cheek, and he eyed me with a look, that was not all ferocity, though the veins in his great temples swelled. A

moment, nevertheless, and he was himself again. "Armand," he said quietly to the servant, "these gentlemen

Men are odd. The moment he gave way to me I repented of my words. It was almost with reluctance that I

followed the servant to the lower part of the table. More than this, mingled with the hatred I felt for the

Vidame, there was now a strange sentiment towards himalmost of admiration; that had its birth I think in

We ate in silence; even after Croisette by grasping my hand under the table had begged me not to judge him

hastily. The two at the upper end talked fast, and from the little that reached us, I judged that the priest was

Once Bezers raised his voice. "I have my own ends to serve!" he broke out angrily, adding a fierce oath

which the priest did not rebuke, "and I shall serve them. But there I stop. You have your own. Well, serve

them, but do not talk to me of the cause! The cause? To hell with the cause! I have my cause, and you have

yours, and my lord of Guise has his! And you will not make me believe that there is any other!"

"Say rather the Italian woman's!" the Vidame answered recklesslymeaning the queenmother, Catherine

"Bah! The Church? It is you, my friend!" Bezers rejoined, rudely tapping his companionat that moment in

the act of crossing himselfon the chest. "The Church?" he continued; "no, no, my friend. I will tell you

what you are doing. You want me to help you to get rid of your branch, and you offer in return to aid me with

mineand then, say you, there will be no stick left to beat either of us. But you may understand once for

all"and the Vidame struck his hand heavily down among the glasses"that I will have no interference

with my work, master Clerk! None! Do you hear? And as for yours, it is no business of mine. That is plain

The priest's hand shook as he raised a full glass to his lips, but he made no rejoinder, and the Vidame, seeing

we had finished, rose. "Armand!" he cried, his face still dark, "take these gentlemen to their chamber. You

We stiffly acknowledged his salutethe priest taking no notice of usand followed the servant from the

room; going along a corridor and up a steep flight of stairs, and seeing enough by the way to be sure that

resistance was hopeless. Doors opened silently as we passed, and grim fellows, in corslets and padded coats,

peered out. The clank of arms and murmur of voices sounded continuously about us; and as we passed a

window the jingle of bits, and the hollow clang of a restless hoof on the flags below, told us that the great

house was for the time a fortress. I wondered much. For this was Paris, a city with gates and guards; the night

a short August night. Yet the loneliest manor in Quercy could scarcely have bristled with more pikes and

No doubt these signs impressed us all; and Croisette not least. For suddenly I heard him stop, as he followed

us up the narrow staircase, and begin without warning to stumble down again as fast as he could. I did not

know what he was about; but muttering something to Marie, I followed the lad to see. At the foot of the flight

of stairs I looked back, Marie and the servant were standing in suspense, where I had left them. I heard the

But by this time Croisette was at the end of the corridor; and reassuring the fellow by a gesture I hurried on,

until brought to a standstill by a man opening a door in my face. He had heard our returning footsteps, and

eyed me suspiciously; but gave way after a moment with a grunt of doubt I hastened on, reaching the door of

the room in which we had supped in time to see something which filled me with grim astonishment; so much

Bezers was standing, the leering priest at his elbow. And Croisette was stooping forward, his hands stretched

"Nay, but M. le Vidame," the lad cried, as I stood, the door in my hand, "it were better to stab her at once

The Vidame was silent, seeming to glower on the boy. The priest sneered. "Hearts are soon

"But not Kit's!" Croisette said passionatelyotherwise ignoring him. "Not Kit's! You do not know her,

The remark was illtimed. I saw a spasm of anger distort Bezers' face. "Get up, boy!" he snarled, "I wrote to

Mademoiselle what I would do, and that I shall do! A Bezers keeps his word. By the God above usif there

His great face was full of rage. He looked over Croisette's head as he spoke, as if appealing to the Great

Registrar of his vow, in the very moment in which he all but denied Him. I turned and stole back the way I

That little scene completed my misery. After that I seemed to take no heed of anything or anybody until I was

aroused by the grating of our gaoler's key in the lock, and became aware that he was gone, and that we were

alone in a small room under the tiles. He had left the candle on the floor, and we three stood round it. Save

for the long shadows we cast on the walls and two pallets hastily thrown down in one corner, the place was

empty. I did not look much at it, and I would not look at the others. I flung myself on one of the pallets and

turned my face to the wall, despairing. I thought bitterly of the failure we had made of it, and of the Vidame's

triumph. I cursed St. Croix especially for that last touch of humiliation he had set to it. Then, forgetting

myself as my anger abated, I thought of Kit so far away at Caylusof Kit's pale, gentle face, and her sorrow.

And little by little I forgave Croisette. After all he had not begged for ushe had not stooped for our sakes,

I do not know how long I lay at seesaw between these two moods. Or whether during that time the others

talked or were silent, moved about the room or lay still. But it was Croisette's hand on my shoulder, touching

me with a quivering eagerness that instantly communicated itself to my limbs, which recalled me to the room

But there was no need for him to finish. I saw that Marie was standing at the far side of the room by the

unglazed window; which, being in a sloping part of the roof, inclined slightly also. He had raised the shutter

which closed it, and on his tip toesfor the sill was almost his own height from the floorwas peering

out. I looked sharply at Croisette. "Is there a gutter outside?" I whispered, beginning to tingle all over as the

"No," he answered in the same tone. "But Marie says he can see a beam below, which he thinks we can

I sprang up, promptly displaced Marie, and looked out. When my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I

discerned a dark chaos of roofs and gables stretching as far as I could see before me. Nearer, immediately

under the window, yawned a chasma narrow street. Beyond this was a house rather lower than that in

I did so, and then saw that fifteen or sixteen feet below our window there was a narrow beam which ran from

our house to the opposite onefor the support of both, as is common in towns. In the shadow near the far

end of thisit was so directly under our window that I could only see the other end of itI made out a

"We cannot get down to it," I said, measuring the distance to the beam and the depth below it, and shivering.

"Marie says we can, with a short rope," Croisette replied. His eyes were glistening with excitement.

"But we have no rope!" I retorted. I was dullas usual. Marie made no answer. Surely he was the most stolid

and silent of brothers. I turned to him. He was taking off his waistcoat and neckerchief.

"Good!" I cried. I began to see now. Off came our scarves and kerchiefs also, and fortunately they were of

home make, long and strong. And Marie had a hank of fourply yarn in his pocket as it turned out, and I had

some stout new garters, and two or three yards of thin cord, which I had brought to mend the girths, if need

"But Marie has the steadiest head," I objected. We had learned that long agothat Marie could walk the

copingstones of the battlements with as little concern as we paced a plank set on the ground.

"True," Croisette had to admit. "But he must come last, because whoever does so will have to let himself

I had not thought of that, and I nodded. It seemed that the lead was passing out of my hands and I might

resign myself. Still one thing I would have. As Marie was to come last, I would go first. My weight would

There was no time to be lost. At any moment we might be interrupted. So the plan was no sooner conceived

than carried out. The rope was made fast to my left wrist. Then I mounted on Marie's shoulders, and

climbednot without quaveringthrough the window, taking as little time over it as possible, for a bell was

All this I had done on the spur of the moment. But outside, hanging by my hands in the darkness, the strokes

of the great bell in my ears, I had a moment in which to think. The sense of the vibrating depth below me, the

airiness, the space and gloom around, frightened me. "Are you ready?" muttered Marie, perhaps with a little

"No! wait a minute!" I blurted out, clinging to the sill, and taking a last look at the bare room, and the two

dark figures between me and the light. "No!" I added, hurriedly. "Croisetteboys, I called you cowards just

The next moment I felt myself sliding down the face of the house, down into the depth. The light shot up. My

head turned giddily. I clung, oh, how I clung to that rope! Half way down the thought struck me that in case

of accident those above might not be strong enough to pull me up again. But it was too late to think of that,

and in another second my feet touched the beam. I breathed again. Softly, very gingerly, I made good my

footing on the slender bridge, and, disengaging the rope, let it go. Then, not without another qualm, I sat

It was a strange position, and I have often dreamed of it since. In the darkness about me Paris lay to all

seeming asleep. A veil, and not the veil of night only, was stretched between it and me; between me, a mere

lad, and the strange secrets of a great city; stranger, grimmer, more deadly that night than ever before or

since. How many men were watching under those dimly seen roofs, with arms in their hands? How many

sat with murder at heart? How many were waking, who at dawn would sleep for ever, or sleeping who would

wake only at the knife's edge? These things I could not know, any more than I could picture how many

booncompanions were parting at that instant, just risen from the dice, one to go blindlythe other watching

himto his death? I could not imagine, thank Heaven for it, these secrets, or a hundredth part of the

treachery and cruelty and greed that lurked at my feet, ready to burst all bounds at a pistolshot. It had no

significance for me that the past day was the 23rd of August, or that the morrow was St. Bartholomew's feast!

No. Yet mingled with the jubilation which the possibility of triumph over our enemy raised in my breast,

there was certainly a foreboding. The Vidame's hints, no less than his open boasts, had pointed to something

to happen before morningsomething wider than the mere murder of a single man. The warning also which

the Baron de Rosny had given us at the inn occurred to me with new meaning. And I could not shake the

feeling off. I fancied, as I sat in the darkness astride of my beam, that I could see, closing the narrow vista of

the street, the heavy mass of the Louvre; and that the murmur of voices and the tramp of men assembling

came from its courts, with now and again the stealthy challenge of a sentry, the restrained voice of an officer.

Scarcely a wayfarer passed beneath me: so few, indeed, that I had no fear of being detected from below. And

yet unless I was mistaken, a furtive step, a subdued whisper were borne to me on every breeze, from every

Perhaps all this was mere nervousness, the outcome of my position. At any rate I felt no more of it when

Croisette joined me. We had our daggers, and that gave me some comfort. If we could once gain entrance to

the house opposite, we had only to beg, or in the last resort force our way downstairs and out, and then to

hasten with what speed we might to Pavannes' dwelling. Clearly it was a question of time only now; whether

Bezers' band or we should first reach it. And struck by this I whispered Marie to be quick. He seemed to be

He scrambled down hand over hand at last, and then I saw that he had not lingered above for nothing. He had

contrived after getting out of the window to let down the shutter. And more he had at some risk lengthened

our rope, and made a double line of it, so that it ran round a hinge of the shutter; and when he stood beside us,

"Bravo!" I said softly, clapping him on the back. "Now they will not know which way the birds have flown!"

So there we all were, one of us, I confess, trembling. We slid easily enough along the beam to the opposite

house. But once there in a row one behind the other with our faces to the wall, and the night air blowing

slantwisewell I am nervous on a height and I gasped. The window was a good six feet above the beam,

The casementit was unglazedwas open, veiled by a thin curtain, and alas! protected by three horizontal

Yet we were bound to get up, and to get in; and I was preparing to rise to my feet on the giddy bridge as

gingerly as I could, when Marie crawled quickly over us, and swung himself up to the narrow sill, much as I

should mount a horse on the level. He held out his foot to me, and making an effort I reached the same dizzy

A narrow windowledge sixty feet above the pavement, and three bars to cling to! I cowered to my holdfasts,

envying even Croisette. My legs dangled airily, and the black chasm of the street seemed to yawn for me. For

a moment I turned sick. I recovered from that to feel desperate. I remembered that go forward we must, bars

It was equally clear that we could not go forward if the inmates should object. On that narrow perch even

Marie was helpless. The bars of the window were close together. A woman, a child, could disengage our

hands, and thenI turned sick again. I thought of the cruel stones. I glued my face to the bars, and pushing

There was only one person in the rooma woman, who was moving about fully dressed, late as it was. The

room was a mere attic, the counterpart of that we had left. A boxbed with a canopy roughly nailed over it

stood in a corner. A couple of chairs were by the hearth, and all seemed to speak of poverty and bareness. Yet

the woman whom we saw was richly dressed, though her silks and velvets were disordered. I saw a jewel

gleam in her hair, and others on her hands. When she turned her face towards usa wild, beautiful face,

perplexed and tearstainedI knew her instantly for a gentlewoman, and when she walked hastily to the

door, and laid her hand upon it, and seemed to listen when she shook the latch and dropped her hands in

despair and went back to the hearth, I made another discovery I knew at once, seeing her there, that we were

likely but to change one prison for another. Was every house in Paris then a dungeon? And did each roof

She started violently, not knowing whence the sound came, and looked round, at the door first. Then she

moved towards the window, and with an affrighted gesture drew the curtain rapidly aside.

Our eyes met. What if she screamed and aroused the house? What, indeed? "Madame," I said again, speaking

hurriedly, and striving to reassure her by the softness of my voice, "we implore your help! Unless you assist

"You! Who are you?" she cried, glaring at us wildly, her hand to her head. And then she murmured to herself,

"We have been imprisoned in the house opposite," I hastened to explain, disjointedly I am afraid. "And we

have escaped. We cannot get back if we would. Unless you let us enter your room and give us shelter"

"We shall be dashed to pieces on the pavement," supplied Marie, with perfect calmnessnay, with apparent

"Let you in here?" she answered, starting back in new terror; "it is impossible."

She reminded me of our cousin, being, like her pale and dark haired. She wore her hair in a coronet,

disordered now. But though she was still beautiful, she was older than Kit, and lacked her pliant grace. I saw

all this, and judging her nature, I spoke out of my despair. "Madame," I said piteously, "we are only boys.

Croisette! Come up!" Squeezing myself still more tightly into my corner of the ledge, I made room for him

between us. "See, Madame," I cried, craftily, "will you not have pity on three boys?"

St. Crois's boyish face and fair hair arrested her attention, as I had expected. Her expression grew softer, and

I caught at the opportunity. "We do but seek a passage through your room," I said fervently. Good heavens,

what had we not at stake! What if she should remain obdurate? "We are in trouble in despair," I panted.

"So, I believe, are you. We will help you if you will first save us. We are boys, but we can fight for you."

"Whom am I to trust?" she exclaimed, with a shudder. "But heaven forbid," she continued, her eyes on

Croisette's face, "that, wanting help, I should refuse to give it. Come in, if you will."

I poured out my thanks, and had forced my head between the bars at imminent risk of its remaining

therebefore the words were well out of her mouth. But to enter was no easy task after all. Croisette did,

indeed, squeeze through at last, and then by force pulled first one and then the other of us after him. But only

necessity and that chasm behind could have nerved us, I think, to go through a process so painful. When I

stood, at length on the floor, I seemed to be one great abrasion from head to foot. And before a lady, too!

But what a joy I felt, nevertheless. A fig for Bezers now. He had called us boys; and we were boys. But he

should yet find that we could thwart him. It could be scarcely halfanhour after midnight; we might still be

in time. I stretched myself and trod the level door jubilantly, and then noticed, while doing so, that our

I advanced to her with my lowest bowsadly missing my sword. "Madame," I said, "I am M. Anne de

"And I," she replied, smiling faintlyI do not know why"am Madame de Pavannes, I gratefully accept

"De Pavannes?" I exclaimed, amazed and overjoyed. Madame de Pavannes! Why, she must be Louis'

kinswoman! No doubt she could tell us where he was lodged, and so rid our task of half its difficulty. Could

anything have fallen out more happily? "You know then M. Louis de Pavannes?" I continued eagerly.

"Certainly," she answered, smiling with a rare shy sweetness this time. "Very well indeed. He is my

The statement was made in the purest innocence; yet never, as may well be imagined, did words fall with

more stunning force. Not one of us answered or, I believe, moved so much as a limb or an eyelid. We only

stared, wanting time to take in the astonishing meaning of the words, and then more time to think what they

Louis de Pavannes' wife! Louis de Pavannes married! If the statement were trueand we could not doubt,

looking in her face, that at least she thought she was telling the truthit meant that we had been fooled

indeed! That we had had this journey for nothing, and run this risk for a villain. It meant that the Louis de

Pavannes who had won our boyish admiration was the meanest, the vilest of courtgallants. That

Mademoiselle de Caylus had been his sport and plaything. And that we in trying to be beforehand with

Bezers had been striving to save a scoundrel from his due. It meant all that, as soon as we grasped it in the

"Madame," said Croisette gravely, after a pause so prolonged that her smile faded pitifully from her face,

scared by our strange looks. "Your husband has been some time away from you? He only returned, I think, a

"That is so," she answered, naively, and our last hope vanished. "But what of that? He was back with me

again, and only yesterdayonly yesterday!" she continued, clasping her hands, "we were so happy."

"I mean," I hastened to explain, "we do not understand how you come to be here. And a prisoner." I was

"I do not know, myself," she said. "Yesterday, in the afternoon, I paid a visit to the Abbess of the Ursulines."

"Pardon me," Croisette interposed quickly, "but are you not of the new faith? A Huguenot?"

"Oh, yes," she answered eagerly. "But the Abbess is a very dear friend of mine, and no bigot. Oh, nothing of

that kind, I assure you. When I am in Paris I visit her once a week. Yesterday, when I left her, she begged me

"Very well, indeed," she replied. "It is the sign of the 'Hand and Glove,' one door out of the Rue Platriere. I

have been in Master Mirepoix's shop more than once before. I came here yesterday to deliver the message,

leaving my maid in the street, and I was asked to come up stairs, and still up until I reached this room. Asked

to wait a moment, I began to think it strange that I should be brought to so wretched a place, when I had

merely a message for Mirepoix's ear about some gauntlets. I tried the door; I found it locked. Then I was

We all nodded. We were busy building up theoriesor it might be one and the same theoryto explain this.

"Mirepoix came to me then. 'What does this mean?' I demanded. He looked ashamed of himself, but he

barred my way. 'Only this,' he said at last, 'that your ladyship must remain here a few hourstwo days at

most. No harm whatever is intended to you. My wife will wait upon you, and when you leave us, all shall be

explained.' He would say no more, and it was in vain I asked him if he did not take me for some one else; if

he thought I was mad. To all he answered, No. And when I dared him to detain me he threatened force. Then

I succumbed. I have been here since, suspecting I know not what, but fearing everything."

"That is ended, madame," I answered, my hand on my breast, my soul in arms for her. Here, unless I was

mistaken, was one more unhappy and more deeply wronged even than Kit; one too who owed her misery to

the same villain. "Were there nine glovers on the stairs," I declared roundly, "we would take you out and take

"M. de Pavannes," I suggested cunningly, "is doubtless distracted by your disappearance."

"Oh, surely," she answered with earnest simplicity, while the tears sprang to her eyes. Her innocenceshe

had not the germ of a suspicionmade me grind my teeth with wrath. Oh, the base wretch! The miserable

rascal! What did the women see, I wonderedwhat had we all seen in this man, this Pavannes, that won for

I drew Croisette and Marie aside, apparently to consider how we might force the door. "What is the meaning

of this?" I said softly, glancing at the unfortunate lady. "What do you think, Croisette?"

"Think!" he cried with fiery impatience. "What can any one think except that that villain Pavannes has

himself planned his wife's abduction? Of course it is so! His wife out of the way he is free to follow up his

"No," I said sternly, "cursing is no good. We must do something more. And yetwe have promised Kit, you

see, that we would save himwe must keep our word. We must save him from Bezers at least."

But Croisette took up the thought with ardour. "From Bezers?" he cried, his face aglow. "Ay, true! So we

I extinguished him by a look. "We shall fight him in turn," I said, "until one of us kill him. There you are

right. But your turn comes last. Lots indeed! We have no need of lots to learn which is the eldest."

I was turning from himhaving very properly crushed himto look for something which we could use to

force the door, when he held up his hand to arrest my attention. We listened, looking at one another. Through

the window came unmistakeable sounds of voices. "They have discovered our flight," I said, my heart

Luckily we had had the forethought to draw the curtain across the casement. Bezers' people could therefore,

from their window, see no more than ours, dimly lighted and indistinct. Yet they would no doubt guess the

way we had escaped, and hasten to cut off our retreat below. For a moment I looked at the door of our room,

halfminded to attack it, and fight our way out, taking the chance of reaching the street before Bezers' folk

should have recovered from their surprise and gone down. But then I looked at Madame. How could we

ensure her safety in the struggle? While I hesitated the choice was taken from us. We heard voices in the

We were between two fires. I glanced irresolutely round the bare garret, with its sloping roof, searching for a

better weapon. I had only my dagger. But in vain. I saw nothing that would serve. "What will you do?"

Madame de Pavannes murmured, standing pale and trembling by the hearth, and looking from one to another.

Croisette plucked my sleeve before I could answer, and pointed to the boxbed with its scanty curtains. "If

they see us in the room," he urged softly, "while they are half in and half out, they will give the alarm. Let us

He laid his hand on his dagger. The muscles of the lad's face grew tense. I did understand him. "Madame," I

She shook her head. The colour returned to her cheek, and the brightness to her eyes. She was a true woman.

The footsteps were on the topmost stair now, and a key was thrust with a rasping sound into the lock. But

before it could be turnedit fortunately fitted illwe three had jumped on the bed and were crouching in a

row at the head of it, where the curtains of the alcove concealed, and only just concealed us, from any one

I was the outermost, and through a chink could see what passed. One, two, three people came in, and the door

was closed behind them. Three people, and one of them a woman! My heartwhich had been in my

mouthreturned to its place, for the Vidame was not one. I breathed freely; only I dared not communicate

my relief to the others, lest my voice should be heard. The first to come in was the woman closely cloaked

and hooded. Madame de Pavannes cast on her a single doubtful glance, and then to my astonishment threw

herself into her arms, mingling her sobs with little joyous cries of "Oh, Diane! oh, Diane!"

"My poor little one!" the newcomer exclaimed, soothing her with tender touches on hair and shoulder. "You

"Of course we have!" Diane answered cheerfully, still caressing her. "We have come to take you to your

husband. He has been searching for you everywhere. He is distracted with grief, little one."

"Poor Louis, indeed!" the rescuer answered. "But you will see him soon. We only learned at midnight where

you were. You have to thank M. le Coadjuteur here for that. He brought me the news, and at once escorted

"And to restore one sister to another," said the priest silkily, as he advanced a step. He was the very same

priest whom I had seen two hours before with Bezers, and had so greatly disliked! I hated his pale face as

much now as I had then. Even the errand of good on which he had come could not blind me to his thin

lipped mouth, to his mock humility and crafty eyes. "I have had no task so pleasant for many days," added he,

But, seemingly, Madame de Pavannes had something of the same feeling towards him which I had myself;

for she started at the sound of his voice, and disengaging herself from her sister's armsit seemed it was her

sistershrank back from the pair. She bowed indeed in acknowledgment of his words. But there was little

gratitude in the movement, and less warmth. I saw the sister's facea brilliantly beautiful face it

wasbrighter eyes and lips and more lovely auburn hair I have never seeneven Kit would have been plain

and dowdy beside herI saw it harden strangely. A moment before, the two had been in one another's arms.

Now they stood apart, somehow chilled and disillusionised. The shadow of the priest had fallen upon

At this crisis the fourth person present asserted himself. Hitherto he had stood silent just within the door: a

plain man, plainly dressed, somewhat over sixty and greyhaired. He looked disconcerted and embarrassed,

"I am sure," he now exclaimed, his voice trembling with anxiety, or it might be with fear, "your ladyship will

regret leaving here! You will indeed! No harm would have happened to you. Madame d'O does not know

what she is doing, or she would not take you away. She does not know what she is doing!" he repeated

"Madame d'O!" cried the beautiful Diane, her brown eyes darting fire at the unlucky culprit, her voice full of

She flung the last word at him, and the priest took it up. "Ay, wretch! Wretched man indeed!" he repeated

slowly, stretching out his long thin hand and laying it like the claw of some bird of prey on the tradesman's

shoulder, which flinched, I saw, under the touch. "How dare yousuch as youmeddle with matters of the

nobility? Matters that do not concern you? Trouble! I see trouble hanging over this house, Mirepoix! Much

The miserable fellow trembled visibly under the covert threat. His face grew pale. His lips quivered. He

seemed fascinated by the priest's gaze. "I am a faithful son of the church," he muttered; but his voice shook so

that the words were scarcely audible. "I am known to be such! None better known in Paris, M. le

"Men are known by their works!" the priest retorted. "Now, now," he continued, abruptly raising his voice,

and lifting his hand in a kind of exaltation, real or feigned, "is the appointed time! And now is the day of

salvation! and woe, Mirepoix, woe! woe! to the backslider, and to him that putteth his hand to the plough and

The layman cowered and shrank before his fierce denunciation; while Madame de Pavannes gazed from one

to the other as if her dislike for the priest were so great that seeing the two thus quarrelling, she almost

forgave Mirepoix his offence. "Mirepoix said he could explain," she murmured irresolutely.

The Coadjutor fixed his baleful eyes on him. "Mirepoix," he said grimly, "can explain nothing! Nothing! I

And certainly Mirepoix thus challenged was silent. "Come," the priest continued peremptorily, turning to the

lady who had entered with him, "your sister must leave with us at once. We have no time to lose."

"But what what does it mean!" Madame de Pavannes said, as though she hesitated even now. "Is there danger

"Danger!" the priest exclaimed, his form seeming to swell, and the exaltation I had before read in his voice

and manner again asserting itself. "I put myself at your service, Madame, and danger disappears! I am as God

tonight with powers of life and death! You do not understand me? Presently you shall. But you are ready.

We will go then. Out of the way, fellow!" he thundered, advancing upon the door.

But Mirepoix, who had placed himself with his back to it, to my astonishment did not give way. His full

bourgeois face was pale; yet peeping through my chink, I read in it a desperate resolution. And oddlyvery

oddly, because I knew that, in keeping Madame de Pavannes a prisoner, he must be in the wrongI

sympathised with him. Lowbred trader, tool of Pavannes though he was, I sympathised with him, when he

"I say she shall!" the priest shrieked, losing all control over himself. " Fool! Madman! You know not what

you do!" As the words passed his lips, he made an adroit forward movement, surprised the other, clutched

him by the arms, and with a strength I should never have thought lay in his meagre frame, flung him some

paces into the room. "Fool!" he hissed, shaking his crooked fingers at him in malignant triumph. "There is no

The words, and the cold, cynical voice, were not those of Mirepoix; they came from behind. The priest

wheeled round, as if he had been stabbed in the back. I clutched Croisette, and arrested the cramped limb I

was moving under cover of the noise. The speaker was Bezers! He stood in the open doorway, his great

form filling it from post to post, the old gibing smile on his face. We had been so taken up, actors and

audience alike, with the altercation, that no one had heard him ascend the stairs. He still wore the black and

silver suit, but it was half hidden now under a dark riding cloak which just disclosed the glitter of his

"Is that so?" he repeated mockingly, as his gaze rested in turn on each of the four, and then travelled sharply

round the room. "So you will not be thwarted by any man in Paris, tonight, eh? Have you considered, my

dear Coadjutor, what a large number of people there are in Paris? It would amuse me very greatly now and

I'm sure it would the ladies too, who must pardon my abrupt entranceto see you put to the test; pitted

againstshall we say the Duke of Anjou? Or M. de Guise, our great man? Or the Admiral? Say the Admiral

Rage and fearrage at the intrusion, fear of the intruder struggled in the priest's face. "How do you come

here, and what do you want?" he inquired hoarsely. If looks and tones could kill, we three, trembling behind

"I have come in search of the young birds whose necks you were for stretching, my friend!" was Bezers'

answer. "They have vanished. Birds they must be, for unless they have come into this house by that window,

"They have not passed this way," the priest declared stoutly, eager only to get rid of the other and I blessed

But the Vidame was not one to accept any man's statement. "Thank you; I think I will see for myself," he

answered coolly. "Madame," he continued, speaking to Madame de Pavannes as he passed her, "permit me."

He did not look at her, or see her emotion, or I think he must have divined our presence. And happily the

others did not suspect her of knowing more than they did. He crossed the floor at his leisure,and sauntered to

the window, watched by them with impatience. He drew aside the curtain, and tried each of the bars, and

peered through the opening both up and down, An oath and an expression of wonder escaped him. The bars

were standing, and firm and strong; and it did not occur to him that we could have passed between them. I am

As he turned, he cast a casual glance at the bedat us; and hesitated. He had the candle in his hand, having

taken it to the window the better to examine the bars; and it obscured his sight. He did not see us. The three

crouching forms, the strained white faces, the starting eyes, that lurked in the shadow of the curtain escaped

him. The wild beating of our hearts did not reach his ears. And it was well for him that it was so. If he had

come up to the bed I think that we should have killed him, I know that we should have tried. All the blood in

me had gone to my head, and I saw him through a hazelarger than life. The exact spot near the buckle of

his cloak where I would strike him, downwards and inwards, an inch above the collarbone,this only I saw

clearly. I could not have missed it. But he turned away, his face darkening, and went back to the group near

And we breathed again. The agony of suspense, which Bezers' pause had created, passed away. But the night

already seemed to us as a week of nights. An age of experience, an aeon of adventures cut us offas we lay

shaking behind the curtainfrom Caylus and its life. Paris had proved itself more treacherous than we had

even expected to find it. Everything and everyone shifted, and wore one face one minute, and one another.

We had come to save Pavannes' life at the risk of our own; we found him to be a villain! Here was Mirepoix

owning himself a treacherous wretch, a conspirator against a woman; we sympathised with him. The priest

had come upon a work of charity and rescue; we loathed the sound of his voice, and shrank from him, we

knew not why, seeming only to read a dark secret, a gloomy threat in each doubtful word he uttered. He was

the strangest enigma of all. Why did we fear him? Why did Madame de Pavannes, who apparently had

known him before, shudder at the touch of his hand? Why did his shadow come even between her and her

sister, and estrange them? so that from the moment Pavannes' wife saw him standing by Diane's side, she

forgot that the latter had come to save, and looked on her in doubt and sorrow, almost with repugnance.

We left the Vidame going back to the fireplace. He stooped to set down the candle by the hearth. "They are

not here," he said, as he straightened himself again, and looked curiously at his companions. He had

apparently been too much taken up with the pursuit to notice them before. "That is certain, so I have the less

time to lose," he continued. "But I wouldyes, my dear Coadjutor, I certainly would like to know before I

go, what you are doing here. MirepoixMirepoix is an honest man. I did not expect to find you in HIS

house. And two ladies? Two! Fie, Coadjutor. Ha! Madame d'O, is it? My dear lady," he continued, addressing

her in a whimsical tone, "do not start at the sound of your own name! It would take a hundred hoods to hide

your eyes, or bleach your lips to the common colour; I should have known you at once, had I looked at you.

He broke off, whistling softly. It was clear that he recognised Madame de Pavannes, and recognised her with

astonishment. The bed creaked as I craned my neck to see what would follow. Even the priest seemed to

think that some explanation was necessary, for he did not wait to be questioned.

"Madame de Pavannes," he said in a dry, husky voice, and without looking up, "was spirited hither yesterday;

and detained against her will by this good man, who will have to answer for it. Madame d'O discovered her

whereabouts, and asked me to escort her here without loss of time to enforce her sister's release."

"Well," the Vidame drawled, his manner such as to bring the blood to Madame de Pavannes' cheek, "it

depends on the person whoto use your phrase, M. le Coadjuteurspirited her hither."

"And that," Madame herself retorted, raising her head, while her voice quivered with indignation and anger,

"was the Abbess of the Ursulines. Your suspicions are base, worthy of you and unworthy of me, M. le

Vidame! Diane!" she continued sharply, taking her sister's arm, and casting a disdainful glance at Bezers, "let

"We are going, little one," Diane murmured reassuringly. But I noticed that the speaker's animation, which

had been as a soul to her beauty when she entered the room, was gone. A strange stillness was it fear of the

"The Abbess of the Ursulines?" Bezers continued thoughtfully. "SHE brought you here, did she?" There was

surprise, genuine surprise, in his voice. "A good soul, and, I think I have heard, a friend of yours. Umph!"

"A dear friend! And she spirited you hither yesterday!" commented the Vidame, with the air of one solving

an anagram. "And Mirepoix detained you; respectable Mirepoix, who is said to have a wellfilled stocking

under his pallet, and stands well with the bourgeoisie. He is in the plot. Then at a very late hour, your

affectionate sister, and my good friend the Coadjutor, enter to save you. From what?"

"From what?" Bezers continued with grim playfulness. "There is the mystery. From the clutches of this

profligate Mirepoix, I suppose. From the dangerous Mirepoix. Upon my honour," with a sudden ring of

resolution in his tone, "I think you are safer here; I think you had better stay where you are, Madame, until

The priest looked down sullenly. His voice shook as he murmured in answer, "Madame will please herself.

"Oh, she has a character, has she?" rejoined the giant, his eyes twinkling with evil mirth, "and she should go

home with you, and my old friend Madame d'O, to save it! That is it, is it? No, no," he continued when he

had had his silent laugh out, "Madame de Pavannes will do very well herevery well here until morning.

"Do you mean it?" said the priest, starting and looking up with a subtle challengealmost a threatin his

Their eyes met: and seeing their looks, I chuckled, nudging Croisette. No fear of their discovering us now. I

recalled the old proverb which says that when thieves fall out, honest men come by their own, and speculated

But the two were illmatched. The Vidame could have taken up the other with one hand and dashed his head

on the floor. And it did not end there. I doubt if in craft the priest was his equal. Behind a frank brutality

Bezersunless his reputation belied himconcealed an Italian intellect. Under a cynical recklessness he

veiled a rare cunning and a constant suspicion; enjoying in that respect a combination of apparently opposite

qualities, which I have known no other man to possess in an equal degree, unless it might be his late majesty,

Henry the Great. A child would have suspected the priest; a veteran might have been taken in by the Vidame.

And indeed the priest's eyes presently sank. "Our bargain is to go for nothing?" he muttered sullenly.

"I know of no bargain," quoth the Vidame. "And I have no time to lose, splitting hairs here. Set it down to

what you like. Say it is a whim of mine, a fad, a caprice. Only understand that Madame de Pavannes stays.

We go. And" he added this, as a sudden thought seemed to strike him, "though I would not willingly use

"You speak masterfully," the priest said with a sneer, forgetting the tone he had himself used a few minutes

"Just so. I have forty horsemen over the way," was the dry answer. "for the moment, I am master of the

"That is true," Madame d'O said; so softly that I started. She had scarcely spoken since Bezers' entrance. As

she spoke now, she shook back the hood from her face and disclosed the chestnut hair clinging about her

templesdeep blots of colour on the abnormal whiteness of her skin, "That is true, M. de Bezers," she said.

"You have the legions. You have the power. But you will not use it, I think, against an old friend. You will

He would not. In the very middle of her appeal he cut her short brute that he was! "No Madame!" he burst

out violently, disregarding the beautiful face, the supplicating glance, that might have moved a stone, "that is

just what I will not do. I will not listen! We know one another. Is not that enough?"

She looked at him fixedly. He returned her gaze, not smiling now, but eyeing her with a curious

And after a long pause she turned from him. "Very well," she said softly, and drew a deep, quivering breath,

the sound of which reached us. "Then let us go." And withoutstrangest thing of allbestowing a word or

look on her sister, who was weeping bitterly in a chair, she turned to the door and led the way out, a shrug of

The poor lady heard her departing step however, and sprang up. It dawned upon her that she was being

deserted. "Diane! Diane!" she cried distractedlyand I had to put my hand on Croisette to keep him quiet,

there was such fear and pain in her tone"I will go! I will not be left behind in this dreadful place! Do you

It made my blood run wildly. But Diane did not come back. Strange! And Bezers too was unmoved. He stood

between the poor woman and the door, and by a gesture bid Mirepoix and the priest pass out before him.

"Madame," he saidand his voice, stern and hard as ever, expressed no jot of compassion for her, rather

such an impatient contempt as a puling child might elicit"you are safe here. And here you will stop! Weep

if you please," he added cynically, "you will have fewer tears to shed tomorrow."

His last wordsthey certainly were odd onesarrested her attention. She checked her sobs, being

frightened I think, and looked up at him. Perhaps he had spoken with this in view, for while she still stood at

gaze, her hands pressed to her bosom, he slipped quickly out and closed the door behind him. I heard a

muttering for an instant outside, and then the tramp of feet descending the stairs. They were gone, and we

For Madame, she had clean forgotten our presenceof that I am sureand the chance of escape we might

afford. On finding herself alone she gazed a short time in alarmed silence at the door, and then ran to the

window and peered out, still trembling, terrified, silent. So she remained a while.

She had not noticed that Bezers on going out had omitted to lock the door behind him. I had. But I was

unwilling to move hastily. Some one might return to see to it before the Vidame left the house. And besides

the door was not over strong, and if locked would be no obstacle to the three of us when we had only

Mirepoix to deal with. So I kept the others where they were by a nudge and a pinch, and held my breath a

moment, straining my ears to catch the closing of the door below. I did not hear that. But I did catch a sound

that otherwise might have escaped me, but which now riveted my eyes to the door of our room. Some one in

the silence, which followed the trampling on the stairs, had cautiously laid a hand on the latch.

The light in the room was dim. Mirepoix had taken one of the candles with him, and the other wanted

snuffing. I could not see whether the latch moved; whether or no it was rising. But watching intently, I made

out that the door was being opened slowly, noiselessly. I saw someone entera furtive gliding shadow.

For a moment I felt nervousthen I recognised the dark hooded figure. It was only Madame d'O. Brave

woman! She had evaded the Vidame and slipped back to the rescue. Ha, ha! We would defeat the Vidame

But then something in her manneras she stood holding the door and peering into the roomsomething in

her bearing startled and frightened me. As she came forward her movements were so stealthy that her

footsteps made no sound. Her dark shadow, moving ahead of her across the floor, was not more silent than

Halfway across the room she stopped to listen, and looked round, startled herself, I think, by the silence.

She could not see her sister, whose figure was blurred by the outlines of the curtain; and no doubt she was

puzzled to think what had become of her. The suspense which I felt, but did not understand, was so great that

In a moment her face was turned our way, and she glided forwards, her features still hidden by the hood of

her cloak. She was close to us now, bending over us. She raised her hand to her headto shade her eyes, as

she looked more closely, I supposed, and I was wondering whether she saw uswhether she took the

shapelessness in the shadow of the curtain for her sister, or could not make it outI was thinking how we

could best apprise her of our presence without alarming herwhen Croisette dashed my thoughts to the

winds! Croisette, with a tremendous whoop and a crash, bounded over me on to the floor!

She uttered a gasping crya cry of intense, awful fear. I have the sound in my ears even now. With that she

staggered back, clutching the air. I heard the metallic clang and ring of something falling on the floor. I heard

an answering cry of alarm from the window; and then Madame de Pavannes ran forward and caught her in

It was strange to find the room lately so silent become at once alive with whispering forms, as we came

hastily to light. I cursed Croisette for his folly, and was immeasurably angry with him, but I had no time to

waste words on him then. I hurried to the door to guard it. I opened it a hand's breadth and listened. All was

quiet below; the house still. I took the key out of the lock and put it in my pocket and went back. Marie and

Croisette were standing a little apart from Madame de Pavannes, who, hanging over her sister, was by turns

In a very few minutes Madame d'O seemed to recover, and sat up. The first shock of deadly terror had

passed, but she was still pale. She still trembled, and shrank from meeting our eyes, though I saw her, when

our attention was apparently directed elsewhere, glance at one and another of us with a strange intentness, a

shuddering curiosity. No wonder, I thought. She must have had a terrible frightone that might have killed a

"What on earth did you do that for!" I asked Croisette presently, my anger certainly not decreasing the more I

In charity I supposed his nerves had failed him, for he could not even now give me a straightforward answer.

His only reply was, "Let us get away! Let us get away from this horrible house!" and this he kept repeating

"With all my heart!" I answered, looking at him with some contempt. "That is exactly what we are going to

But all the same his words reminded me of something which in the excitement of the scene I had

momentarily forgotten, and that was our duty. Pavannes must still be saved, though not for Kit; rather to

answer to us for his sins. But he must be saved! And now that the road was open, every minute lost was

reproach to us. "Yes," I added roughly, my thoughts turned into a more rugged channel, "you are right. This

is no time for nursing. We must be going. Madame de Pavannes," I went on, addressing myself to her, "you

"That is well," I answered. "Then we will start. Your sister is sufficiently recovered now, I think. And we will

I did not tell her of her husband's danger, or that we suspected him of wronging her, and being in fact the

cause of her detention. I wanted her services as a guide. That was the main point, though I was glad to be able

to put her in a place of safety at the same time that we fulfilled our own mission.

And I was right. We trooped down stairs, making as little noise as possible; with the result that Mirepoix only

took the alarm, and came upon us when we were at the outer door, bungling with the lock. Then I made short

work of him, checking his scared words of remonstrance by flashing my dagger before his eyes. I induced

him in the same fashionhe was fairly taken by surprise to undo the fastenings himself; and so, bidding

him follow us at his peril, we slipped out one by one. We softly closed the door behind us. And lo! we were

at last freefree and in the streets of Paris, with the cool night air fanning our brows. A church hard by

tolled the hour of two; and the strokes were echoed, before we had gone many steps along the illpaved way,

We were free and in the streets, with a guide who knew the way. If Bezers had not gone straight from us to

his vengeance, we might thwart him yet. I strode along quickly, Madame d'O by my side the others a little

way in front. Here and there an oil lamp, swinging from a pulley in the middle of the road, enabled us to

avoid some obstacle more foul than usual, or to leap over a pool which had formed in the kennel. Even in my

excitement, my countrybred senses rebelled against the sights, and smells, the noisome air and oppressive

The town was quiet, and very dark where the smoky lamps were not hanging. Yet I wondered if it ever slept,

for more than once we had to stand aside to give passage to a party of men, hurrying along with links and

arms. Several times too, especially towards the end of our walk, I was surprised by the flashing of bright

lights in a courtyard, the door of which stood half open to right or left. Once I saw the glow of torches

reflected ruddily in the windows of a tall and splendid mansion, a little withdrawn from the street. The source

of the light was in the forecourt, hidden from us by a low wall, but I caught the murmur of voices and stir of

many feet. Once a gate was stealthily opened and two armed men looked out, the act and their manner of

doing it, reminding me on the instant of those who had peeped out to inspect us some hours before in Bezers'

house. And once, nay twice, in the mouth of a narrow alley I discerned a knot of men standing motionless in

the gloom. There was an air of mystery abroad, a feeling as of solemn stir and preparation going on under

But I said nothing of this, and Madame d'O was equally silent. Like most countrymen I was ready to believe

in any exaggeration of the city's late hours, the more as she made no remark. I supposedshaking off the

momentary impressionthat what I saw was innocent and normal. Besides, I was thinking what I should say

to Pavannes when I saw himin what terms I should warn him of his peril, and cast his perfidy in his teeth.

We had hurried along in this wayand in absolute silence, save when some obstacle or pitfall drew from us

an exclamationfor about a quarter of a mile, when my companion, turning into a slightly wider street,

slackened her speed, and indicated by a gesture that we had arrived. A lamp hung over the porch, to which

she pointed, and showed the small side gate half open. We were close behind the other three now. I saw

In a moment it flashed across my mind that we were too late that the Vidame had been before us.

Then I breathed freely again. I saw that Croisette had only stepped back to avoid some one who was coming

outthe Coadjutor in fact. The moment the entrance was clear, the lad shot in, and the others after him, the

I was for going in too, when I felt Madame d'O's hand tighten suddenly on my arm, and then fall from it.

Apprised of something by this, I glanced at the priest's face, catching sight of it by chance just as his eyes met

hers. His face was whitenay it was ugly with disappointment and rage, bitter snarling rage, that was hardly

human. He grasped her by the arm roughly and twisted her round without ceremony, so as to draw her a few

"He is not here!" he hissed. "Do you understand? He crossed the river to the Faubourg St. Germain at

nightfallsearching for her. And he has not come back! He is on the other side of the water, and midnight

She stood silent for a moment as if she had received a blow silent and dismayed. Something serious had

"Every boat!" he answered, striking his one hand on the other with violence. "Every boat! No one may cross

I would gladly have left the two together, and gone straight into the house. I was eager now to discharge the

errand on which I had come so far; and apart from this I had no liking for the priest or wish to overhear his

talk. His anger, however, was so patent, and the rudeness with which he treated Madame d'O so pronounced

that I felt I could not leave her with him unless she should dismiss me. So I stood patiently enoughand

awkwardly enough too, I daresayby the door while they talked on in subdued tones. Nevertheless, I felt

heartily glad when at length, the discussion ending Madame came back to me. I offered her my arm to help

her over the wooden foot of the side gate. She laid her hand on it, but she stood still.

"M. de Caylus," she said; and at that stopped. Naturally I looked at her, and our eyes met. Hers brown and

beautiful, shining in the light of the lamp overhead looked into mine. Her lips were half parted, and one fair

tress of hair had escaped from her hood. "M. de Caylus, will you do me a favour," she resumed, softly, "a

I sighed. "Madame," I said earnestly, for I felt the solemnity of the occasion, "I swear that in ten minutes, if

the task I now have in hand be finished I will devote my life to your service. For the present"

I was conscious that she was looking at me with eyes of doubt, almost of suspicion.

"Why? Why?" she asked with evident surprise. "You have restoredand nearly frightened me to death in

doing ithis wife to her home; what more do you want with him, most valiant knight errant?"

"I must see him," I said firmly. I would have told her all and been thankful, but the priest was within

hearingor barely out of it; and I had seen too much pass between him and Bezers to be willing to say

"Then you shall. That is exactly what I am going to help you to do," she exclaimed. "He is not here. That is

what is the matter. He went out at nightfall seeking news of his wife, and crossed the river, the Coadjutor

says, to the Faubourg St. Germain. Now it is of the utmost importance that he should return before

"But is he not here?" I said, finding all my calculations at fault. "You are sure of it, Madame?"

"Quite sure," she answered rapidly. "Your brothers will have by this time discovered the fact. Now, M. de

Caylus, Pavannes must be brought here before morning, not only for his wife's sake though she will be

"I know," I said, eagerly interrupting her, "for his own too! There is a danger threatening him."

She turned swiftly, as if startled, and I turned, and we looked at the priest. I thought we understood one

another. "There is," she answered softly, "and I would save him from that danger; but he will only be safe, as

I happen to know, here! Here, you understand! He must be brought here before daybreak, M. de Caylus. He

must! He must!" she exclaimed, her beautiful features hardening with the earnestness of her feelings. "And

the Coadjutor cannot go. I cannot go. There is only one man who can save him, and that is yourself. There is,

My thoughts were in a whirl. Even as she spoke she began to walk back the way we had come, her hand on

my arm; and I, doubtful, and in a confused way unwilling, went with her. I did not clearly understand the

position. I would have wished to go in and confer with Marie and Croisette; but the juncture had occurred so

quickly, and it might be that time was as valuable as she said, andwell, it was hard for me, a lad, to refuse

her anything when she looked at me with appeal in her eyes. I did manage to stammer, "But I do not know

She released my arm and stopped. "Night!" she cried, with a scornful ring in her voice. "Night! I thought you

"Then I can tell you the way, if that be your only difficulty. We turn here. Now, come in with me a moment,"

she continued, "and I will give you something you will needand your directions."

She had stopped at the door of a tall, narrow house, standing between larger ones in a street which appeared

to me to be more airy and important than any I had yet seen. As she spoke, she rang the bell once, twice,

thrice. The silvery tinkle had scarcely died away the third time before the door opened silently; I saw no one,

but she drew me into a narrow hall or passage. A taper in an embossed holder was burning on a chest. She

took it up,and telling me to follow her led the way lightly up the stairs, and into a room, halfparlour,

halfbedroomsuch a room as I, had never seen before. It was richly hung from ceiling to floor with blue

silk, and lighted by the soft rays of lamps shaded by Venetian globes of delicate hues. The scent of cedar

wood was in the air, and on the hearth in a velvet tray were some tiny puppies. A dainty disorder reigned

everywhere. On one table a jewelcase stood open, on another lay some lace garments, two or three masks

and a fan. A gemmed ridingwhip and a silverhilted poniard hung on the same peg. And, strangest of all,

huddled away behind the door, I espied a plain, black sheathed sword, and a man's gauntlets.

She did not wait a moment, but went at once to the jewelcase. She took from it a gold ringa heavy seal

ring. She held this out to me in the most matteroffact wayscarcely turning, in fact. "Put it on your

finger," she said hurriedly. "If you are stopped by soldiers, or if they will not give you a boat to cross the

river, say boldly that you are on the king's service. Call for the officer and show that ring. Play the man. Bid

I hastily muttered my thanks, and she as hastily took something from a drawer, and tore it into strips. Before I

knew what she was doing she was on her knees by me, fastening a white band of linen round my left sleeve.

Then she took my cap, and with the same precipitation fixed a fragment of the stuff in it, in the form of a

"There," she said. "Now, listen, M. de Caylus. There is more afoot tonight than you know of. Those badges

will help you across to St. Germain, but the moment you land tear them off: Tear them off, remember. They

will help you no longer. You will come back by the same boat, and will not need them. If you are seen to

wear them as you return, they will command no respect, but on the contrary will bring youand perhaps me

"You must ask no questions," she retorted, waving one snowy finger before my eyes. "My knighterrant must

have faith in me, as I have in him; or he would not be here at this time of night, and alone with me. But

remember this also. When you meet Pavannes do not say you come from me. Keep that in your mind; I will

explain the reason afterwards. Say merely that his wife is found, and is wild with anxiety about him. If you

I nodded a smiling assent, thinking I understood. At the same time I permitted myself in my own mind a little

discretion. Pavannes was not a fool, and the name of the Vidamebut, however, I should see. I had more to

say to him than she knew of. Meanwhile she explained very carefully the three turnings I had to take to reach

the river, and the wharf where boats most commonly lay, and the name of the house in which I should find

"No, not all," I said hardily. "There is one thing I have not got. And that is a sword!"

She followed the direction of my eyes, started, and laugheda little oddly. But she fetched the weapon.

"Take it, and do not," she urged, "do not lose time. Do not mention me to Pavannes. Do not let the white

badges be seen as you return. That is really all. And now good luck!" She gave me her hand to kiss. "Good

She smiled divinely, as it seemed to me, as she said these last words, and the same smile followed me down

stairs: for she leaned over the stairhead with one of the lamps in her hand, and directed me how to draw the

bolts. I took one backward glance as I did so at the fair stooping figure above me, the shining eyes, and tiny

I was in a strange mood. A few minutes before I had been at Pavannes' door, at the end of our journey; on the

verge of success. I had been within an ace, as I supposed at least, of executing my errand. I had held the cup

of success in my hand. And it had slipped. Now the conflict had to be fought over again; the danger to be

faced. It would have been no more than natural if I had felt the disappointment keenly: if I had almost

But it was otherwisefar otherwise. Never had my heart beat higher or more proudly than as I now hurried

through the streets, avoiding such groups as were abroad in them, and intent only on observing the proper

turnings. Never in any moment of triumph in after days, in love or war, did anything like the exhilaration, the

energy, the spirit, of those minutes come back to me. I had a woman's badge in my capfor the first

timethe music of her voice in my ears. I had a magic ring on my finger: a talisman on my arm. My sword

was at my side again. All round me lay a misty city of adventures, of danger and romance, full of the richest

and most beautiful possibilities; a city of real witchery, such as I had read of in stories, through which those

fairy gifts and my right hand should guide me safely. I did not even regret my brothers, or our separation. I

was the eldest. It was fitting that the cream of the enterprise should be reserved for me, Anne de Caylus. And

to what might it not lead? In fancy I saw myself already a duke and peer of Francealready I held the baton.

Yet while I exulted boyishly, I did not forget what I was about. I kept my eyes open, and soon remarked that

the number of people passing to and fro in the dark streets had much increased within the last half hour. The

silence in which in groups or singly these figures stole by me was very striking. I heard no brawling, fighting

or singing; yet if it were too late for these things, why were so many people up and about? I began to count

presently, and found that at least half of those I met wore badges in their hats and on their arms, similar to

mine, and that they all moved with a businesslike air, as if bound for some rendezvous.

I was not a fool, though I was young, and in some matters less quick than Croisette. The hints which had been

dropped by so many had not been lost on me. "There is more afoot tonight than you know of!" Madame d'O

had said. And having eyes as well as ears I fully believed it. Something was afoot. Something was going to

happen in Paris before morning. But what, I wondered. Could it be that a rebellion was about to break out? If

so I was on the king's service, and all was well. I might even be going and only eighteento make

history! Or was it only a brawl on a great scale between two parties of nobles? I had heard of such things

happening in Paris. Thenwell I did not see how I could act in that case. I must be guided by events.

I did not imagine anything else which it could be. That is the truth, though it may need explanation. I was

accustomed only to the milder religious differences, the more evenly balanced parties of Quercy, where the

peace between the Catholics and Huguenots had been welcome to all save a very few. I could not gauge

therefore the fanaticism of the Parisian populace, and lost count of the factor, which made possible that which

was going to happenwas going to happen in Paris before daylight as surely as the sun was going to rise! I

knew that the Huguenot nobles were present in the city in great numbers, but it did not occur to me that they

could as a body be in danger. They were many and powerful, and as was said, in favour with the king. They

were under the protection of the King of NavarreFrance's brother inlaw of a week, and the Prince of

Conde; and though these princes were young, Coligny the sagacious admiral was old, and not much the worse

I had learned for his wound. He at least was high in royal favour, a trusted counsellor. Had not the king

Surely, I thought, if there were danger, these men would know of it. And then the Huguenots' main enemy,

Henri le Balafre, the splendid Duke of Guise, "our great man," and " Lorraine," as the crowd called himhe,

it was rumoured, was in disgrace at court. In a word these things, to say nothing of the peaceful and joyous

occasion which had brought the Huguenots to Paris, and which seemed to put treachery out of the question,

If for a moment, indeed, as I hurried along towards the river, anything like the truth occurred to me, I put it

from me. I say with pride I put it from me as a thing impossible. For God forbidone may speak out the

truth these forty years backGod forbid, say I, that all Frenchmen should bear the blood guiltiness which

came of other than French brains, though French were the hands that did the work.

I was not greatly troubled by my forebodings therefore: and the state of exaltation to which Madame d'O's

confidence had raised my spirits lasted until one of the narrow streets by the Louvre brought me suddenly

within sight of the river. Here faint moonlight bursting momentarily through the clouds was shining on the

placid surface of the water. The fresh air played upon, and cooled my temples. And this with the quiet scene

so abruptly presented to me, gave check to my thoughts, and somewhat sobered me.

At some distance to my left I could distinguish in the middle of the river the pile of buildings which crowd

the Ile de la Cite, and could follow the nearer arm of the stream as it swept landwards of these, closely

hemmed in by houses, but unbroken as yet by the arches of the Pont Neuf which I have lived to see built. Not

far from me on my rightindeed within a stone's throwthe bulky mass of the Louvre rose dark and

shapeless against the sky. Only a narrow open spacethe foreshore separated me from the water; beyond

which I could see an irregular line of buildings, that no doubt formed the Faubourg St. Germain.

I had been told that I should find stairs leading down to the water, and boats moored at the foot of them, at

this point. Accordingly I walked quickly across the open space to a spot, where I made out a couple of posts

I had not gone ten paces, however, out of the shadow, before I chanced to look round, and discerned with an

unpleasant eerie feeling three figures detach themselves from it, and advance in a row behind me, so as the

better to cut off my retreat. I was not to succeed in my enterprise too easily then. That was clear. Still I

thought it better to act as if I had not seen my followers, and collecting myself, I walked as quickly as I could

down to the steps. The three were by that time close upon me within striking distance almost. I turned

"Who are you, and what do you want?" I said, eyeing them warily, my hand on my sword.

They did not answer, but separated more widely so as to form a halfcircle: and one of them whistled. On the

instant a knot of men started out of the line of houses, and came quickly across the strip of light towards us.

The position seemed serious. If I could have run indeedbut I glanced round, and found escape in that

fashion impossible. There were men crouching on the steps behind me, between me and the river. I had fallen

into a trap. Indeed, there was nothing for it now but to do as Madame had bidden me, and play the man

boldly. I had the words still ringing in my ears. I had enough of the excitement I had lately felt still bounding

"Knaves!" I said, with as much quiet contempt as I could muster, "you mistake me. You do not know whom

you have to deal with. Get me a boat, and let two of you row me across. Hinder me, and your necks shall

A laugh and an oath of derision formed the only response, and before I could add more, the larger group

"Who is it, Pierre?" asked one of these in a matteroffact way, which showed I had not fallen amongst mere

The speaker seemed to be the leader of the band. He had a feather in his bonnet, and I saw a steel corslet

gleam under his cloak, when some one held up a lanthorn to examine me the better. His trunkhose were

striped with black, white, and greenthe livery as I learned afterwards of Monsieur the King's brother, the

Duke of Anjou, afterwards Henry the Third; then a close friend of the Duke of Guise, and later his murderer.

The captain spoke with a foreign accent, and his complexion was dark to swarthiness. His eyes sparkled and

"A gallant young cock enough," the soldier who had whistled answered; "and not quite of the breed we

expected." He held his lanthorn towards me and pointed to the white badge on my sleeve. "It strikes me we

"How comes this?" the Italian asked harshly, addressing me. "Who are you? And why do you wish to cross

I acted on the inspiration of the moment. "Play the man boldly!" Madame had said. I would: and I did with a

vengeance. I sprang forward and seizing the captain by the clasp of his cloak, shook him violently, and flung

him off with all my force, so that he reeled. "Dog!" I exclaimed, advancing, as if I would seize him again.

"Learn how to speak to your betters! Am I to be stopped by such sweepings as you? Hark ye, I am on the

He fairly spluttered with rage. "More like the devil's!" he exclaimed, pronouncing his words abominably, and

fumbling vainly for his weapon. "King's service or no service you do not insult Andrea Pallavicini!"

I could only vindicate my daring by greater daring, and I saw this even as, death staring me in the face, my

heart seemed to stop. The man had his mouth open and his hand raised to give an order which would certainly

have sent Anne de Caylus from the world, when I cried passionatelyit was my last chance, and I never

wished to live more strongly than at that momentI cried passionately, "Andrea Pallavicini, if such be your

name, look at that! Look at that!" I repeated, shaking my open hand with the ring on it before his face, "and

then hinder me if you dare! To morrow if you have quarterings enough, I will see to your quarrel! Now send

me on my way, or your fate be on your own head! Disobeyay, do but hesitateand I will call on these

It was a bold throw, for I staked all on a talisman of which I did not know the value! To me it was the turn of

a die, for I had had no leisure to look at the ring, and knew no more than a babe whose it was. But the venture

Andrea Pallavicini's expressionno pleasant one at the best of timeschanged on the instant. His face fell

as he seized my hand, and peered at the ring long and intently. Then he cast a quick glance of suspicion at his

men, of hatred at me. But I cared nothing for his glance, or his hatred. I saw already that he had made up his

mind to obey the charm: and that for me was everything. "If you had shown that to me a little earlier, young

sir, it would, maybe, have been better for both of us," he said, a surly menace in his voice. And cursing his

Apparently the craft had been secured with more care than skill, for to loosen it seemed to be a work of time.

Meanwhile I stood waiting in the midst of the group, anxious and yet exultant; an object of curiosity, and yet

curious myself. I heard the guards whisper together, and caught such phrases as "It is the Duc d'Aumale."

"Then it is all right, God bless him!" This last was uttered with extreme fervour.

I was conscious too of being the object of many respectful glances; and had just bidden the men on the steps

below me to be quick, when I discovered with alarm three figures moving across the open space towards us,

and coming apparently from the same point from which Pallavicini and his men had emerged.

In a moment I foresaw danger. "Now be quick there!" I cried again. But scarcely had I spoken before I saw

that it was impossible to get afloat before these others came up, and I prepared to stand my ground resolutely.

The first words, however, with which Pallavicini saluted the new comers scattered my fears. "Well, what the

foul fiend do you want?" he exclaimed rudely; and he rapped out halfadozen CORPOS before they could

answer him. "What have you brought him here for, when I left him in the guardhouse? Imbeciles!"

"Captain Pallavicini," interposed the midmost of the three, speaking with patiencehe was a man of about

thirty, dressed with some richness, though his clothes were now disordered as though by a struggle"I have

"Then," cried the captain, brutally interrupting him, "you have lost your labour, Monsieur."

"You do not know me," replied the prisoner with sternnessa prisoner he seemed to be. "You do not

He would have said more, but the Italian again cut him short. "A fig for the Prince of Conde!" he cried; "I

understand my duty. You may as well take things easily. You cannot cross, and you cannot go home, and you

cannot have any explanation; except that it is the King's will! Explanation?" he grumbled, in a lower tone,

"But there is a boat going to cross," said the other, controlling his temper by an effort and speaking with

dignity. "You told me that by the King's order no one could cross; and you arrested me because, having

urgent need to visit St. Germain, I persisted. Now what does this mean, Captain Pallavicini? Others are

"Whatever you please, M. de Pavannes," the Italian retorted contemptuously. "Explain it for yourself!"

I started as the name struck my ear, and at once cried out in surprise, "M. de Pavannes!" Had I heard aright?

Apparently I had, for the prisoner turned to me with a bow. "Yes, sir," he said with dignity, "I am M. de

Pavannes. I have not the honour of knowing you, but you seem to be a gentleman." He cast a withering

glance at the captain as he said this. "Perhaps you will explain to me why this violence has been done to me.

I did not answer him at once, for a good reasonthat every faculty I had was bent on a close scrutiny of the

man himself. He was fair, and of a ruddy complexion. His beard was cut in the short pointed fashion of the

court; and in these respects he bore a kind of likeness, a curious likeness, to Louis de Pavannes. But his figure

was shorter and stouter. He was less martial in bearing, with more of the air of a scholar than a soldier. "You

are related to M. Louis de Pavannes?" I said, my heart beginning to beat with an odd excitement. I think I

I stared at him in silence: thinkingthinkingthinking. And then I said slowly, "You have a cousin of the

Again I did not answerat once. The murder was out. I remembered, in the dim fashion in which one

remembers such things after the event, that I had heard Louis de Pavannes, when we first became acquainted

with him, mention this cousin of the same name; the head of a younger branch. But our Louis living in

Provence and the other in Normandy, the distance between their homes, and the troubles of the times had

loosened a tie which their common religion might have strengthened. They had scarcely ever seen one

another. As Louis had spoken of his namesake but once during his long stay with us, and I had not then

foreseen the connection to be formed between our families, it was no wonder that in the course of months the

chance word had passed out of my head, and I had clean forgotten the subject of it. Here however, he was

before my eyes, and seeing him; I saw too what the discovery meant. It meant a most joyful thing! a most

wonderful thing which I longed to tell Croisette and Marie. It meant that our Louis de Pavannesmy cheek

burned for my want of faith in himwas no villain after all, but such a noble gentleman as we had always till

this day thought him! It meant that he was no court gallant bent on breaking a country heart for sport, but

Kit's own true lover! Andand it meant moreit meant that he was yet in danger, and still ignorant of the

vow that unchained fiend Bezers had taken to have his life! In pursuing his namesake we had been led astray,

"Your wife, M. de Pavannes"I began in haste, seeing the necessity of explaining matters with the utmost

"Ah, my wife!" he cried interrupting me, with anxiety in his tone. "What of her? You have seen her!"

"Thank Heaven for that!" he replied fervently. Before he could say more Captain Andrea interrupted us. I

could see that his suspicions were aroused afresh. He pushed rudely between us, and addressing me said,

"My boat?" I answered, while I rapidly considered the situation. Of course I did not want to cross the river

"Yes, it is waiting," the Italian replied, his black eyes roving from one to the other of us.

"Then let it wait!" I answered haughtily, speaking with an assumption of anger. "Plague upon you for

interrupting us! I shall not cross the river now. This gentleman can give me the information I want. I shall

I thundered. "You do not seem to be much in the Duke's confidence, captain," I went on; "now take a word of

advice from me! There is nothing: so easily cast off as an overofficious servant! He goes too farand he

goes like an old glove! An old glove," I repeated grimly, sneering in his face, "which saves the hand and

suffers itself. Beware of too much zeal, Captain Pallavicini! It is a dangerous thing!"

He turned pale with anger at being thus treated by a beardless boy. But he faltered all the same. What I said

One ran up to the guard house and brought it at once. They were townsfolk, burgher guards or such like, and

for some reason betrayed so evident a respect for me, that I soberly believe they would have turned on their

temporary leader at my bidding. Pavannes took his sword, and placed it under his arm. We both bowed

ceremoniously to Pallavicini, who scowled in response; and slowly, for I was afraid to show any signs of

haste, we walked across the moonlit space to the bottom of the street by which I had come. There the gloom

swallowed us up at once. Pavannes touched my sleeve and stopped in the darkness.

"I beg to be allowed to thank you for your aid," he said with emotion, turning and facing me. "Whom have I

"Indeed?" he said "well, I thank you most heartily," and we embraced with warmth.

"But I could have done little," I answered modestly, "on your behalf, if it had not been for this ring."

"InI am sure I cannot say in what!" I confessed. And then, in the sympathy which the scene had naturally

created between us, I forgot one portion of my lady's commands and I added impulsively, "All I know is that

Madame d'O gave it me; and that it has done all, and more than all she said it would."

"That woman!" he ejaculated in a strange low whisper. "Is it possible? That woman gave it you?"

I wandered what on earth he meant, surprise, scorn and dislike were so blended in his tone. It even seemed to

me that he drew off from me somewhat. "Yes, M. de Pavannes," I replied, offended and indignant, "It is so

far possible that it is the truth; and more, I think you would not so speak of this lady if you knew all; and that

it was through her your wife was today freed from those who were detaining her, and taken safely home!"

"At the house of Mirepoix, the glover," I answered coldly, "in the Rue Platriere. Do you know him? You do.

Well, she was kept there a prisoner, until we helped her to escape an hour or so ago."

He did not seem to comprehend even then. I could see little of his face, but there was doubt and wonder in his

tone when he spoke. "Mirepoix the glover," he murmured. "He is an honest man enough, though a Catholic.

"The Abbess of the Ursulines seems to have been at the bottom of it," I explained, fretting with impatience.

This wonder was misplaced, I thought; and time was passing. "Madame d'O found out where she was," I

continued, "and took her home, and then sent me to fetch you, hearing you had crossed the river. That is the

"Then," he said slowly, and with an air of solemn conviction which could not but impress me, "there is a trap

laid for me! She is the worst, the most wicked, the vilest of women! If she sent you, this is a trap! And my

There are some statements for which it is impossible to be prepared; statements so strong and so startling that

it is impossible to answer them except by actionby a blow. And this of M. de Pavannes was one of these. If

there had been any one present, I think I should have given him the lie and drawn upon him. But alone with

him at midnight in the shadow near the bottom of the Rue des Fosses, with no witnesses, with every reason to

As a fact, I did nothing. I stood, silent and stupefied, waiting to hear more. He did not keep me long.

"She is my wife's sister," he continued grimly. "But I have no reason to shield her on that account! Shield

her? Had you lived at court only a month I might shield her all I could, M. de Caylus, it would avail nothing.

Not Madame de Sauves is better known. And I would not if I could! I know well, though my wife will not

believe it, that there is nothing so near Madame d'O's heart as to get rid of her sister and meof both of

usthat she may succeed to Madeleine's inheritance! Oh, yes, I had good grounds for being nervous

"But there at least you wrong Madame d'O!" I cried, shocked and horrified by an accusation, which seemed

so much more dreadful in the silence and gloomand withal so much less preposterous than it might have

seemed in the daylight. "There you certainly wrong her! For shame! M. de Pavannes."

He came a step nearer, and laying a hand on my sleeve peered into my face. "Did you see a priest with her?"

I saidwith a shiver of dread, a sudden revulsion of feeling, born of his mannerthat I had. And I

"Then," Pavannes rejoined, "I am right There IS a trap laid for me. The Abbess of the Ursulines! She abduct

my wife? Why, she is her dearest friend, believe me. It is impossible. She would be more likely to save her

from danger than toumph! wait a minute." I did: I waited, dreading what he might discover, until he

muttered, checking himself"Can that be it? Can it be that the Abbess did know of some danger threatening

And I wondered; and thenwell, thoughts are like gunpowder. The least spark will fire a train. His words

were few, but they formed spark enough to raise such a flare in my brain as for a moment blinded me, and

shook me so that I trembled. The shock over, I was left face to face with a possibility of wickedness such as I

could never have suspected of myself. I remembered Mirepoix's distress and the priest's eagerness. I

recalled the gruff warning Bezerseven Bezers, and there was something very odd in Bezers giving a

warning!had given Madame de Pavannes when he told her that she would be better where she was. I

thought of the wakefulness which I had marked in the streets, the silent hurrying to and fro, the signs of

coming strife, and contrasted these with the quietude and seeming safety of Mirepoix's house; and I hastily

"Then you know nothing of what is happening?" I replied quickly. " Why, even while we are loitering

And with all speed, stammering indeed in my haste and anxiety, I told him what I had noticed in the streets,

and the hints I had heard, and I showed him the badges with which Madame had furnished me.

His manner when he had heard me out frightened me still more. He drew me on in a kind of fury to a house in

He held up my hand to this chance light and we looked at the ring. It was a heavy gold signet, with one

curious characteristic: it had two facets. On one of these was engraved the letter "H," and above it a crown.

Pavannes let my hand drop and leaned against the wall in sudden despair. "It is the Duke of Guise's," he

"Ha!" said I softly, seeing light. The Duke was the idol then, as later, of the Parisian populace, and I

understood now why the citizen soldiers had shown me such respect. They had taken me for the Duke's

But I saw no farther. Pavannes did, and murmured bitterly, "We may say our prayers, we Huguenots. That is

our deathwarrant. Tomorrow night there will not be one left in Paris, lad. Guise has his father's death to

avenge, and these cursed Parisians will do his bidding like the wolves they are! The Baron de Rosny warned

"Stay!" I criedhe was going too fast for me"stay!" His monstrous conception, though it marched some

way with my own suspicions, outran them far! I saw no sufficient grounds for it. "The Kingthe king would

"Boy, you are blind!" he rejoined impatiently, for now he saw all and I nothing. "Yonder was the Duke of

Anjou's captain Monsieur's officer, the follower of France's brother, mark you! And HEhe obeyed the

Duke's ring! The Duke has a free hand to night, and he hates us. And the river. Why are we not to cross the

river? The King indeed! The King has undone us. He has sold us to his brother and the Guises. VA

CHASSER L'IDOLE" for the second time I heard the quaint phrase, which I learned afterwards was an

anagram of the King's name, Charles de Valois, used by the Protestants as a password"VA CHASSER

L'IDOLE has betrayed us! I remember the very words he used to the Admiral, 'Now we have got you here we

He leaned against the wall overcome by the horror of the conviction which had burst upon him, and unnerved

by the imminence of the peril. At all times he was an unready man, I fancy, more fit, courage apart, for the

college than the field; and now he gave way to despair. Perhaps the thought of his wife unmanned him.

Perhaps the excitement through which he had already gone tended to stupefy him, or the suddenness of the

At any rate, I was the first to gather my wits together, and my earliest impulse was to tear into two parts a

white handkerchief I had in my pouch, and fasten one to his sleeve, the other in his hat, in rough imitation of

It will appear from this that I no longer trusted Madame d'O. I was not convinced, it is true, of her conscious

guilt, still I did not trust her entirely. "Do not wear them on your return," she had said and that was odd;

although I could not yet believe that she was such a siren as Father Pierre had warned us of, telling tales from

old poets. Yet I doubted, shuddering as I did so. Her companionship with that vile priest, her strange

eagerness to secure Pavannes' return, her mysterious directions to me, her anxiety to take her sister

homehome, where she would be exposed to danger, as being in a known Huguenot's house these things

pointed to but one conclusion; still that one was so horrible that I would not, even while I doubted and

distrusted her, I would not, I could not accept it. I put it from me, and refused to believe it, although during

the rest of that night it kept coming back to me and knocking for admission at my brain.

All this flashed through my mind while I was fixing on Pavannes' badges. Not that I lost time about it, for

from the moment I grasped the position as he conceived it, every minute we had wasted on explanations

seemed to me an hour. I reproached myself for having forgotten even for an instant that which had brought us

to townthe rescue of Kit's lover. We had small chance now of reaching him in time, misled as we had been

by this miserable mistake in identity. If my companion's fears were well founded, Louis would fall in the

general massacre of the Huguenots, probably before we could reach him. If illfounded, still we had small

reason to hope. Bezers' vengeance would not wait. I knew him too well to think it. A Guise might spare his

foe, but the Vidamethe Vidame never! We had warned Madame de Pavannes it was true; but that abnormal

exercise of benevolence could only, I cynically thought, have the more exasperated the devil within him,

I glanced up at the line of sky visible between the tall houses, and lo! the dawn was coming. It wanted

scarcely halfanhour of daylight, though down in the dark streets about us the night still reigned. Yes, the

morning was coming, bright and hopeful, and the city was quiet. There were no signs, no sounds of riot or

disorder. Surely, I thought, surely Pavannes must be mistaken. Either the plot had never existed, that was

A pistol shot! Short, sharp, ominous it rang out on the instant, a solitary sound in the night! It was somewhere

near us, and I stopped. I had been speaking to my companion at the moment. "Where was it?" I cried, looking

"Close to us. Near the Louvre," he answered, listening intently. "See! See! Ah, heavens!" he continued in a

It was. One, two, three! Before I could count so far, lights sprang into brightness in the windows of nine out

of ten houses in the short street where we stood, as if lighted by a single hand. Before too I could count as

many more, or ask him what this meant, before indeed, we could speak or stir from the spot, or think what we

should do, with a hurried clang and clash, as if brought into motion by furious frenzied hands, a great bell just

above our heads began to boom and whirr! It hurled its notes into space, it suddenly filled all the silence. It

dashed its harsh sounds down upon the trembling city, till the air heaved, and the houses about us rocked. It

We turned and hurried instinctively from the place, crouching and amazed, looking upwards with bent

shoulders and scared faces. "What is it? What is it?" I cried, half in resentment; half in terror. It deafened me.

"The bell of St. Germain l'Auxerrois!" he shouted in answer. "The Church of the Louvre. It is as I said. We

"Doomed? No!" I replied fiercely, for my courage seemed to rise again on the wave of sound and excitement

as if rebounding from the momentary shock. "Never! We wear the devil's livery, and he will look after his

own. Draw, man, and let him that stops us look to himself. You know the way. Lead on!" I cried savagely.

He caught the infection and drew his sword. So we started boldly, and the result justified my confidence. We

looked, no doubt, as like murderers as any who were abroad that night. Moving in this desperate guise we

hastened up that street and into anotherstill pursued by the din and clangour of the bell and then a short

distance along a third. We were not stopped or addressed by anyone, though numbers, increasing each

moment as door after door opened, and we drew nearer to the heart of the commotion, were hurrying in the

same direction, side by side with us; and though in front, where now and again lights gleamed on a mass of

weapons, or on white eager faces, filling some alley from wall to wall, we heard the roar of voices rising and

All was blurr, hurry, confusion, tumult. Yet I remember, as we pressed onwards with the stream and part of it,

certain sharp outlines. I caught here and there a glimpse of a pale scared face at a window, a halfclad form

at a door, of the big, wondering eyes of a child held up to see us pass, of a Christ at a corner ruddy in the

smoky glare of a link, of a woman armed, and in man's clothes, who walked some distance side by side with

us, and led off a ribald song. I retain a memory of these things: of brief bursts of light and long intervals of

darkness, and always, as we tramped forwards, my hand on Pavannes' sleeve, of an evergrowing tumult in

At last we came to a standstill where a side street ran out of ours. Into this the hurrying throng tried to wheel,

and, unable to do so, halted, and pressed about the head of the street, which was already full to overflowing;

and so sought with hungry eyes for places whence they might look down it. Pavannes and I struggled only to

get through the crowdto get on; but the efforts of those behind partly aiding and partly thwarting our own,

presently forced us to a position whence we could not avoid seeing what was afoot.

The streetthis side street was ablaze with light. From end to end every gable, every hatchment was

glowing, every window was flickering in the glare of torches. It was paved too with faces human faces, yet

scarcely humanall looking one way, all looking upward; and the noise, as from time to time this immense

crowd groaned or howled in unison, like a wild beast in its fury, was so appalling, that I clutched Pavannes'

arm and clung to him in momentary terror. I do not wonder now that I quailed, though sometimes I have

heard that sound since. For there is nothing in the world so dreadful as that brute beast we call the

Near our end of the street a group of horsemen rising islandlike from the sea of heads, sat motionless in

their saddles about a gateway. They were silent, taking no notice of the rioting fiends shouting at their girths,

but watching in grim quiet what was passing within the gates. They were handsomely dressed, although some

wore corslets over their satin coats or lace above buff jerkins. I could even at that distance see the jewels

gleam in the bonnet of one who seemed to be their leader. He was in the centre of the band, a very young

man, perhaps twenty or twentyone, of most splendid presence, sitting his horse superbly. He wore a grey

ridingcoat, and was a head taller than any of his companions. There was pride in the very air with which his

I did not need to ask Pavannes who he was. I KNEW that he was the Duke of Guise, and that the house

before which he stood was Coligny's. I knew what was being done there. And in the same moment I sickened

with horror and rage. I had a vision of grey hairs and blood and fury scarcely human, And I rebelled. I battled

with the rabble about me. I forced my way through them tooth and nail after Pavannes, intent only on

escaping, only on getting away from there. And so we neither halted nor looked back until we were clear of

the crowd and had left the blaze of light and the work doing by it some way behind us.

We found ourselves then in the mouth of an obscure alley which my companion whispered would bring us to

his house; and here we paused to take breath and look back. The sky was red behind us, the air full of the

clash and din of the tocsin, and the flood of sounds which poured from every tower and steeple. From the

eastward came the rattle of drums and random shots, and shrieks of "A BAS COLIGNY!" "A BAS LES

HUGUENOTS!" Meanwhile the city was rising as one man, pale at this dread awakening. From every

window men and women, frightened by the uproar, were craning their necks, asking or answering questions

or hurriedly calling for and kindling tapers. But as yet the general populace seemed to be taking no active part

Pavannes raised his hat an instant as we stood in the shadow of the houses. "The noblest man in France is

dead," he said, softly and reverently. "God rest his soul! They have had their way with him and killed him

like a dog. He was an old man and they did not spare him! A noble, and they have called in the CANAILLE

to tear him. But be sure, my friend"and as the speaker's tone changed and grew full and proud, his form

seemed to swell with it"be sure the cruel shall not live out half their days! No. He that takes the knife shall

perish by the knife! And go to his own place! I shall not see it, but you will!"

His words made no great impression on me then. My hardihood was returning. I was throbbing with fierce

excitement, and tingling for the fight. But years afterwards, when the two who stood highest in the group

about Coligny's threshold died, the one at thirtyeight, the other at thirtyfivewhen Henry of Guise and

Henry of Valois died within six months of one another by the assassin's knifeI remembered Pavannes'

augury. And remembering it, I read the ways of Providence, and saw that the very audacity of which Guise

took advantage to entrap Coligny led him too in his turn to trip smiling and bowing, a comfit box in his hand

and the kisses of his mistress damp on his lips, into a king's closeta king's closet at Blois! Led him to lift

the curtain ah! to lift the curtain, what Frenchman does not know the tale? behind which stood the

To return to our own fortunes; after a hurried glance we resumed our way, and sped through the alley,

holding a brief consultation as we went. Pavannes' first hasty instinct to seek shelter at home began to lose its

force, and he to consider whether his return would not endanger his wife. The mob might be expected to

spare her, he argued. Her death would not benefit any private foes if he escaped. He was for keeping away

therefore. But I would not agree to this. The priest's crew of desperadoes assuming Pavannes' suspicions to

be correctwould wait some time, no doubt, to give the master of the house a chance to return, but would

certainly attack sooner or later out of greed, if from no other motive. Then the lady's fate would at the best be

uncertain. I was anxious myself to rejoin my brothers, and take all future chances, whether of saving our

Louis, or escaping ourselves, with them. United we should be four good swords, and might at least protect

Madame de Pavannes to a place of safety, if no opportunity of succouring Louis should present itself. We had

too the Duke's ring, and this might be of service at a pinch. "No," I urged, "let us get together. We two will

slip in at the front gate, and bolt and bar it, and then we will all escape in a body at the back, while they are

"They are too strongly barred. We could not break out in the time," he explained, with a groan.

I paused at that, crestfallen. But danger quickened my wits. In a moment I had another plan, not so hopeful

and more dangerous, yet worth trying I thought, I told him of it, and he agreed to it. As he nodded assent we

emerged into a street, and I sawfor the grey light of morning was beginning to penetrate between the

housesthat we were only a few yards from the gateway, and the small door by which I had seen my

brothers enter. Were they still in the house? Were they safe? I had been away an hour at least.

Anxious as I was about them, I looked round me very keenly as we flitted across the road, and knocked

gently at the door. I thought it so likely that we should be fallen upon here, that I stood on my guard while we

waited. But we were not molested. The street, being at some distance from the centre of the commotion, was

still and empty, with no signs of life apparent except the rows of heads poked through the windowsall

possessing eyes which watched us heedfully and in perfect silence. Yes, the street was quite empty: except,

ah! except, for that lurking figure, which, even as I espied it, shot round a distant angle of the wall, and was

"There!" I cried, reckless now who might hear me, "knock! knock louder! never mind the noise. The alarm is

given. A score of people are watching us, and yonder spy has gone off to summon his friends."

The truth was my anger was rising. I could bear no longer the silent regards of all those eyes at the windows.

I writhed under themcruel, pitiless eyes they were. I read in them a morbid curiosity, a patient anticipation

that drove me wild. Those men and women gazing on us so stonily knew my companion's rank and faith.

They had watched him riding in and out daily, one of the sights of their street, gay and gallant; and now with

the same eyes they were watching greedily for the butchers to come. The very children took a fresh interest in

him, as one doomed and dying; and waited panting for the show to begin. So I read them.

"Knock!" I repeated angrily, losing all patience. Had I been foolish in bringing him back to this part of the

town where every soul knew him? "Knock; we must get in, whether or no. They cannot all have left the

I kicked the door desperately, and my relief was great when it opened. A servant with a pale face stood before

"Marie is within, and madame," he answered joyfully; "we are together again and nothing matters, But oh,

Anne, where have you been? And what is the matter? Is it a great fire? Or is the king dead? Or what is it?"

I told him. I hastily poured out some of the things which had happened to me, and some which I feared were

in store for others. Naturally he was surprised and shocked by the latter, though his fears had already been

aroused. But his joy and relief, when he heard the mystery of Louis de Pavannes' marriage explained, were so

great that they swallowed up all other feelings. He could not say enough about it. He pictured Louis again and

again as Kit's lover, as our old friend, our companion; as true, staunch, brave without fear, without reproach:

and it was long before his eyes ceased to sparkle, his tongue to run merrily, the colour to mantle in his

cheekslong that is as time is counted by minutes. But presently the remembrance of Louis' danger and our

"No! no!" cried Croisette, stoutly. He would not hear of it. He would not have it at any price. "No, we will

not give up hope! We will go shoulder to shoulder and find him. Louis is as brave as a lion and as quick as a

He faltered, and paused. His sudden silence as he looked round the empty forecourt in which we stood was

eloquent. The cold light, faint and uncertain yet, was stealing into the court, disclosing a row of stables on

either side, and a tiny porter's hutch by the gates, and fronting us a noble house of four storys, tall, grey,

And I too stopped. The same thought was in my mind. How could we leave these people? How could we

leave madame in her danger and distress? How could we return her kindness by desertion? We could not. No,

not for Kit's sake. Because after all Louis, our Louis, was a man, and must take his chance. He must take his

So that was settled. I had already explained our plan to Croisette: and now as we waited he began to tell me a

story, a long, confused story about Madame d'O. I thought he was talking for the sake of talkingto keep up

our spiritsand I did not attend much to him; so that he had not reached the gist of it, or at least I had not

grasped it, when a noise without stayed his tongue. It was the tramp of footsteps, apparently of a large party

in the street. It forced him to break off, and promptly drove us all to our posts.

But before we separated a slight figure, hardly noticeable in that dim, uncertain light, passed me quickly,

laying for an instant a soft hand in mine as I stood waiting by the gates. I have said I scarcely saw the figure,

though I did see the kind timid eyes, and the pale cheeks under the hood; but I bent over the hand and kissed

it, and felt, truth to tell, no more regret nor doubt where our duty lay. But stood, waiting patiently.

Waiting, and waiting alone! The gates were almost down now. The gang of ruffians without, reinforced each

moment by volunteers eager for plunder, rained blows unceasingly on hinge and socket; and still hotter and

faster through a dozen rifts in the timbers came the fire of their threats and curses. Many grew tired, but

others replaced them. Tools broke, but they brought more and worked with savage energy. They had shown

at first a measure of prudence; looking to be fired on, and to be resisted by men, surprised, indeed, but

desperate; and the bolder of them only had advanced. But now they pressed round unchecked, meeting no

resistance. They would scarcely stand back to let the sledges have swing; but hallooed and ran in on the

creaking beams and beat them with their fists, whenever the gates swayed under a blow.

One stout iron bar still held its place. And this I watched as if fascinated. I was alone in the empty courtyard,

standing a little aside, sheltered by one of the stone pillars from which the gates hung. Behind me the door of

the house stood ajar. Candles, which the daylight rendered garish, still burned in the rooms on the first floor,

of which the tall narrow windows were open. On the wide stone sill of one of these stood Croisette, a boyish

figure, looking silently down at me, his hand on the latticed shutter. He looked pale, and I nodded and smiled

at him. I felt rather anger than fear myself; remembering, as the fiendish cries halfdeafened me, old tales of

Suddenly the din and tumult flashed to a louder note; as when hounds on the scent give tongue at sight. I

turned quickly from the house, recalled to a sense of the position and peril. The iron bar was yielding to the

pressure. Slowly the left wing of the gate was sinking inwards. Through the widening chasm I caught a

glimpse of wild, grimy faces and bloodshot eyes, and heard above the noise a sharp cry from Croisettea

cry of terror. Then I turned and ran, with a defiant gesture and an answering yell, right across the forecourt

I ran the faster for the sharp report of a pistol behind me, and the whirr of a ball past my ear. But I was not

scared by it: and as my feet alighted with a bound on the topmost step, I glanced back. The dogs were

halfway across the court. I made a bungling attempt to shut and lock the great doorfailed in this; and heard

behind me a roar of coarse triumph. I waited for no more. I darted up the oak staircase four steps at a time,

The once splendid room was in a state of strange disorder. Some of the rich tapestry had been hastily torn

down. One window was closed and shuttered; no doubt Croisette had done it. The other two were openas if

there had not been time to close themand the cold light which they admitted contrasted in ghastly fashion

with the yellow rays of candles still burning in the sconces. The furniture had been huddled aside or piled into

a barricade, a CHEVAUX DE FRISE of chairs and tables stretching across the width of the room, its

interstices stuffed with, and its weakness partly screened by, the torndown hangings. Behind this frail

defence their backs to a door which seemed to lead to an inner room, stood Marie and Croisette, pale and

defiant. The former had a long pike; the latter levelled a heavy, bellmouthed arquebuse across the back of a

chair, and blew up his match as I entered. Both had in addition procured swords. I darted like a rabbit through

a little tunnel left on purpose for me in the rampart, and took my stand by them.

I had just time then to draw my sword before the assailants streamed into the room, a dozen ruffians, reeking

and tattered, with flushed faces and greedy, staring eyes. Once inside, however, suddenlyso suddenly that

an idle spectator might have found the change ludicrousthey came to a stop. Their wild cries ceased, and

tumbling over one another with curses and oaths they halted, surveying us in muddled surprise; seeing what

was before them, and not liking it. Their leader appeared to be a tall butcher with a poleaxe on his

halfnaked shoulder; but there were among them two or three soldiers in the royal livery and carrying pikes.

They had looked for victims only, having met with no resistance at the gate, and the foremost recoiled now

on finding themselves confronted by the muzzle of the arquebuse and the lighted match.

I seized the occasion. I knew, indeed, that the pause presented our only chance, and I sprang on a chair and

waved my hand for silence. The instinct of obedience for the moment asserted itself; there was a stillness in

"Beware!" I cried loudlyas loudly and confidently as I could, considering that there was a quaver at my

heart as I looked on those savage faces, which met and yet avoided my eye. "Beware of what you do! We are

Catholics one and all like yourselves, and good sons of the Church. Ay, and good subjects too! VIVE LE

ROI, gentlemen! God save the King! I say." And I struck the barricade with my sword until the metal rang

"Certainly, gentlemen!" I replied, with politeness. "With all my heart. VIVE LA MESSE! VIVE LA

This took the butcher, who luckily was still sober, utterly aback. He had never thought of this. He stared at us

as if the ox he had been about to fell had opened its mouth and spoken, and grievously at a loss, he looked for

Later in the day, some Catholics were killed by the mob. But their deaths as far as could be learned

afterwards were due to private feuds. Save in such casesand they were fewthe cry of VIVE LA MESSE!

always obtained at least a respite: more easily of course in the earlier hours of the morning when the mob

were scarce at ease in their liberty to kill, while killing still seemed murder, and men were not yet drunk with

I read the hesitation of the gang in their faces: and when one asked roughly who we were, I replied with

greater boldness, "I am M. Anne de Caylus, nephew to the Vicomte de Caylus, Governor, under the King, of

Bayonne and the Landes!" This I said with what majesty I could. "And these" I continued"are my brothers.

You will harm us at your peril, gentlemen. The Vicomte, believe me, will avenge every hair of our heads."

I can shut my eyes now and see the stupid wonder, the baulked ferocity of those gaping faces. Dull and

savage as the men were they were impressed; they saw reason indeed, and all seemed going well for us when

I looked swiftly in the direction whence the voice camethe darkest corner of the room the corner by the

shuttered window. I thought I made out a slender figure, cloaked and maskeda woman's it might be but I

could not be certain and beside it a couple of sturdy fellows, who kept apart from the herd and well behind

The speaker's courage arose no doubt from his position at the back of the room, for the foremost of the

assailants seemed less determined. We were only three, and we must have gone down, barricade and all,

before a rush. But three are three. And an arquebuseCroisette's match burned splendidlywell loaded

with slugs is an ugly weapon at five paces, and makes nasty wounds, besides scattering its charge famously.

This, a good many of them and the leaders in particular, seemed to recognise. We might certainly take two or

three lives: and life is valuable to its owner when plunder is afoot. Besides most of them had common sense

enough to remember that there were scores of Huguenots genuine hereticsto be robbed for the killing,

so why go out of the way, they reasoned, to cut a Catholic throat, and perhaps get into trouble. Why risk

Montfaucon for a whim? and offend a man of influence like the Vicomte de Caylus, for nothing!

Unfortunately at this crisis their original design was recalled to their minds by the same voice behind, crying

"Ay!" shouted the butcher, grasping the idea, and at the same time spitting on his hands and taking a fresh

"M. de Pavannes," I said coollybut I could not take my eyes off the shining blade of that man's axe, it was

"That is a lie! He is in that room behind you!" the prudent gentleman in the background called out. "Give him

"Ay, give him up!" echoed the man of the poleaxe almost good humouredly, "or it will be the worse for you.

This with an air of much reason, while a growl as of a chained beast ran through the crowd, mingled with

cries of "A MORT LES HUGUENOTS! VIVE LORRAINE!"cries which seemed to show that all did not

"Beware, gentlemen, beware," I urged, "I swear he is not here! I swear it, do you hear?"

A howl of impatience and then a sudden movement of the crowd as though the rush were coming warned me

to temporize no longer. "Stay! Stay!" I added hastily. "One minute! Hear me! You are too many for us. Will

A dozen voices shrieked assent. But I looked at the butcher only. He seemed to be an honest man, out of his

I twitched Croisette's sleeve, and he tore the fuse from his weapon, and flung the guntoo heavy to be of use

to us longer to the ground. It was done in a moment. While the mob swept over the barricade, and smashed

the rich furniture of it in wanton malice, we filed aside, and nimbly slipped under it one by one. Then we

hurried in single file to the end of the room, no one taking much notice of us. All were pressing on, intent on

their prey. We gained the door as the butcher struck his first blow on that which we had guardedon that

which we had given up. We sprang down the stairs with bounding hearts, heard as we reached the outer door

the roar of many voices, but stayed not to look behindpaused indeed for nothing. Fear, to speak candidly,

lent us wings. In three seconds we had leapt the prostrate gates, and were in the street. A cripple, two or three

dogs, a knot of women looking timidly yet curiously in, a horse tethered to the staplewe saw nothing else.

No one stayed us. No one raised a hand, and in another minute we had turned a corner, and were out of sight

"They will take a gentleman's word another time," I said with a quiet smile as I put up my sword.

"I would like to see her face at this moment,' Croisette replied. "You saw Madame d'O?"

I shook my head, not answering. I was not sure, and I had a queer, sickening dread of the subject. If I had

seen her, I had seen oh! it was too horrible, too unnatural! Her own sister! Her own brother inlaw!

I hastened to change the subject. "The Pavannes," I made shift to say, "must have had five minutes' start."

"More," Croisette answered, "if Madame and he got away at once. If all has gone well with them, and they

have not been stopped in the streets they should be at Mirepoix's by now. They seemed to be pretty sure that

"Ah!" I sighed. "What fools we were to bring madame from that place! If we had not meddled with her affairs

"True," Croisette answered softly, "but remember that then we should not have saved the other Louis as I

trust we have. He would still be in Pallavicini's hands. Come, Anne, let us think it is all for the best," he

added, his face shining with a steady courage that shamed me. "To the rescue! Heaven will help us to be in

"Ay, to the rescue!" I replied, catching his spirit. "First to the right, I think, second to the left, first on the right

again. That was the direction given us, was it not? The house opposite a bookshop with the sign of the Head

But before I pursue our fortunes farther let me explain. The room we had guarded so jealously was empty!

The plan had been mine and I was proud of it. For once Croisette had fallen into his rightful place. My flight

from the gate, the vain attempt to close the house, the barricade before the inner doorthese were all

designed to draw the assailants to one spot. Pavannes and his wifethe latter hastily disguised as a

boyhad hidden behind the door of the hutch by the gatesthe porter's hutch, and had slipped out and fled

Even the servants, as we learned afterwards, who had hidden themselves in the lower parts of the house got

away in the same manner, though some of themthey were but few in all were stopped as Huguenots and

killed before the day ended. I had the more reason to hope that Pavannes and his wife would get clear off,

inasmuch as I had given the Duke's ring to him, thinking it might serve him in a strait, and believing that we

should have little to fear ourselves once clear of his house; unless we should meet the Vidame indeed.

We did not meet him as it turned out; but before we had traversed a quarter of the distance we had to go we

found that fears based on reason were not the only terrors we had to resist. Pavannes' house, where we had

hitherto been, stood at some distance from the centre of the bloodstorm which was enwrapping unhappy

Paris that morning. It was several hundred paces from the Rue de Bethisy where the Admiral lived, and what

with this comparative remoteness and the excitement of our own little drama, we had not attended much to

the fury of the bells, the shots and cries and uproar which proclaimed the state of the city. We had not

pictured the scenes which were happening so near. Now in the streets the truth broke upon us, and drove the

blood from our cheeks. A hundred yards, the turning of a corner, sufficed. We who but yesterday left the

country, who only a week before were boys, careless as other boys, not recking of death at all, were plunged

now into the midst of horrors I cannot describe. And the awful contrast between the sky above and the things

about us! Even now the lark was singing not far from us; the sunshine was striking the topmost storeys of the

houses; the fleecy clouds were passing overhead, the freshness of a summer morning was

Ah! where was it? Not here in the narrow lanes surely, that echoed and reechoed with shrieks and curses

and frantic prayers: in which bands of furious men rushed up and down, and where archers of the guard and

the more cruel rabble were breaking in doors and windows, and hurrying with bloody weapons from house to

house, seeking, pursuing, and at last killing in some horrid corner, some place of darknesskilling with blow

on blow dealt on writhing bodies! Not here, surely, where each minute a child, a woman died silently, a man

snarling like a wolfhappy if he had snatched his weapon and got his back to the wall: where foul corpses

dammed the very blood that ran down the kennel, and childrenlittle childrenplayed with them!

I was at Cahors in 1580 in the great street fight; and there women were killed, I was with Chatillon nine years

later, when he rode through the Faubourgs of Paris, with this very day and his father Coligny in his mind, and

gave no quarter. I was at Courtas and Ivry, and more than once have seen prisoners led out to be piked in

batchesay, and by hundreds! But war is war, and these were its victims, dying for the most part under

God's heaven with arms in their hands: not men and women fresh roused from their sleep. I felt on those

occasions no such horror, I have never felt such burning pity and indignation as on the morning I am

describing, that longpast summer morning when I first saw the sun shining on the streets of Paris. Croisette

clung to me, sick and white, shutting his eyes and ears, and letting me guide him as I would. Marie strode

along on the other side of him, his lips closed, his eyes sinister. Once a soldier of the guard whose

bloodstained hands betrayed the work he had done, came reelinghe was drunk, as were many of the

butchers across our path, and I gave way a little. Marie did not, but walked stolidly on as if he did not see

him, as if the way were clear, and there were no ugly thing in God's image blocking it.

Only his hand went as if by accident to the haft of his dagger. The archerfortunately for himself and for us

tooreeled clear of us. We escaped that danger. But to see women killed and pass byit was horrible! So

horrible that if in those moments I had had the wishingcap, I would have asked but for five thousand riders,

and leave to charge with them through the streets of Paris! I would have had the days of the Jacquerie back

For ourselves, though the orgy was at its height when we passed, we were not molested. We were stopped

indeed three timesonce in each of the streets we traversedby different bands of murderers. But as we

wore the same badges as themselves, and cried "VIVE LA MESSE!" and gave our names, we were allowed

to proceed. I can give no idea of the confusion and uproar, and I scarcely believe myself now that we saw

some of the things we witnessed. Once a man gaily dressed, and splendidly mounted, dashed past us, waving

his naked sword and crying in a frenzied way "Bleed them! Bleed them! Bleed in May, as good today!" and

never ceased crying out the same words until he passed beyond our hearing. Once we came upon the bodies

of a father and two sons, which lay piled together in the kennel; partly stripped already. The youngest boy

could not have been more than thirteen, I mention this group, not as surpassing others in pathos, but because

it is well known now that this boy, Jacques Nompar de Caumont, was not dead, but lives today, my friend

This reminds me too of the single act of kindness we were able to perform. We found ourselves suddenly, on

turning a corner, amid a gang of seven or eight soldiers, who had stopped and surrounded a handsome boy,

apparently about fourteen. He wore a scholar's gown, and had some books under his arm, to which he clung

firmly though only perhaps by instinctnotwithstanding the furious air of the men who were threatening

him with death. They were loudly demanding his name, as we paused opposite them. He either could not or

would not give it, but said several times in his fright that he was going to the College of Burgundy. Was he a

Catholic? they cried. He was silent. With an oath the man who had hold of his collar lifted up his pike, and

naturally the lad raised the books to guard his face. A cry broke from Croisette. We rushed forward to stay

"See! see!" he exclaimed loudly, his voice arresting the man's arm in the very act of falling. "He has a Mass

The fellow lowered his weapon, and sullenly snatched the books. He looked at them stupidly with bloodshot

wandering eyes, the red cross on the vellum bindings, the only thing he understood. But it was enough for

Croisette was not satisfied with this, though I did not understand his reason; only I saw him exchange a

glance with the lad. "Come, come!" he said lightly. "Give him his books! You do not want them!"

But on that the men turned savagely upon us. They did not thank us for the part we had already taken; and

this they thought was going too far. They were half drunk and quarrelsome, and being two to one, and two

over, began to flourish their weapons in our faces. Mischief would certainly have been done, and very

"Put up! put up!" this gentleman cried in a boisterous voice he was already in our midst. "What is all this

about? What is the use of fighting amongst ourselves, when there is many a bonny throat to cut, and heaven

"The Duke of Guise!" he answered coolly. "Let the gentlemen go, and be hanged to you, you rascals!"

The man's bearing was a stronger argument than his words, for I am sure that a stouter or more reckless blade

never swaggered in church or street. I knew him instantly, and even the crew of butchers seemed to see in

him their master. They hung back a few curses at him, but having nothing to gain they yielded. They threw

down the books with contemptshowing thereby their sense of true religion; and trooped off roaring,

The newcomer thus left with us was BureBlaise Burethe same who only yesterday, though it seemed

months and months back, had lured us into Bezers' power. Since that moment we had not seen him. Now he

had wiped off part of the debt, and we looked at him, uncertain whether to reproach him or no. He, however,

"To be sure. You did me a good turn once," he answered, much to my surprise. He seemed to be in earnest

now. "You do not remember it, young gentleman, but it was you and your brother here"he pointed to

Croisette"did it! And by the Pope and the King of Spain I have not forgotten it!"

"What! You have forgotten spitting that fellow at Caylus ten days ago? CA! SA! You remember. And very

cleanly done, too! A pretty stroke! Well, M. Anne, that was a clever fellow, a very clever fellow. He thought

so and I thought so, and what was more to the purpose the most noble Raoul de Bezers thought so too. You

He leered at me and I did understand. I understood that unwittingly I had rid Blaise Bure of a rival. This

accounted for the respectful, almost the kindly way in which he hadwell, deceived us.

"That is all," he said. "If you want as much done for you, let me know. For the present, gentlemen, farewell!"

He cocked his hat fiercely, and went off at speed the way we had ourselves been going; humming as he went,

"Ce petit homme tant joli, Qui toujours cause et toujours rit, Qui toujours baise sa mignonne Dieu gard' de

His reckless song came back to us on the summer breeze. We watched him make a playful pass at a corpse

which some one had propped in ghastly fashion against a doorand miss itand go on whistling the same

We lingered only a moment ourselves; merely to speak to the boy we had befriended.

"Show the books if anyone challenges you," said Croisette to him shrewdly. Croisette was so much of a boy

himself, with his fair hair like a halo about his white, excited face, that the picture of the two, one advising

the other, seemed to me a strangely pretty one. "Show the books and point to the cross on them. And Heaven

"I would like to know your name, if you please," said the boy. His coolness and dignity struck me as

admirable under the circumstances. "I am Maximilian de Bethune, son of the Baron de Rosny,"

"Then," said Croisette briskly, "one good turn has deserved another. Your father, yesterday, at Etampesno

The boy needed no second warning indeed. He was off like the wind down the street, for we had seen and so

had he, the stealthy approach of two or three prowling rascals on the look out for a victim. They caught sight

of him and were strongly inclined to follow him; but we were their match in numbers. The street was

otherwise empty at the moment: and we showed them three excellent reasons why they should give him a

His after adventures are wellknown: for he, too, lives. He was stopped twice after he left us. In each case he

escaped by showing his book of offices. On reaching the college the porter refused to admit him, and he

remained for some time in the open street exposed to constant danger of losing his life, and knowing not what

to do. At length he induced the gatekeeper, by the present of some small pieces of money, to call the principal

of the college, and this man humanely concealed him for three days. The massacre being then at an end, two

armed men in his father's pay sought him out and restored him to his friends. So near was France to losing her

To return to ourselves. The lad out of sight, we instantly resumed our purpose, and trying to shut our eyes and

ears to the cruelty, and ribaldry, and uproar through which we had still to pass, we counted our turnings with

a desperate exactness, intent only on one thingto reach Louis de Pavannes, to reach the house opposite to

the Head of Erasmus, as quickly as we could. We presently entered a long, narrow street. At the end of it the

river was visible gleaming and sparkling in the sunlight. The street was quiet; quiet and empty. There was no

living soul to be seen from end to end of it, only a prowling dog. The noise of the tumult raging in other parts

was softened here by distance and the intervening houses. We seemed to be able to breathe more freely.

I nodded. At the same moment I espied, halfway down it, the sign we needed and pointed to it, But ah! were

we in time? Or too late? That was the question. By a single impulse we broke into a run, and shot down the

roadway at speed. A few yards short of the Head of Erasmus we came, one by one, Croisette first, to a full

The house opposite the bookseller's was sacked! gutted from top to bottom. It was a tall house, immediately

fronting the street, and every window in it was broken. The door hung forlornly on one hinge, glaring cracks

in its surface showing where the axe had splintered it. Fragments of glass and ware, hung out and shattered in

sheer wantonness, strewed the steps: and down one corner of the latter a dark red stream trickledto curdle

by and by in the gutter. Whence came the stream? Alas! there was something more to be seen yet, something

It lay on the threshold, the head hanging back, the wide glazed eyes looking up to the summer sky whence the

sweltering heat would soon pour down upon it. We looked shuddering at the face. It was that of a servant, a

valet who had been with Louis at Caylus. We recognised him at once for we had known and liked him. He

had carried our guns on the hills a dozen times, and told us stories of the war. The blood crawled slowly from

Croisette began to shake all over. He clutched one of the pillars, which bore up the porch, and pressed his

face against its cold surface, hiding his eyes from the sight. The worst had come. In our hearts I think we had

"Oh, poor, poor Kit!" Croisette cried, bursting suddenly into violent sobs. "Oh, Kit! Kit!"

His late Majesty, Henry the Fourth, I rememberthan whom no braver man wore sword, who loved danger

indeed for its own sake, and courted it as a mistresscould never sleep on the night before an action. I have

heard him say himself that it was so before the fight at Arques. Croisette partook of this nature too, being

highstrung and apt to be easily overwrought, but never until the necessity for exertion had passed away:

while Marie and I, though not a whit stouter at a pinch, were slower to feel and less easy to movemore

I name this here partly lest it should be thought after what I have just told of Croisette that there was anything

of the woman about himsave the tenderness; and partly to show that we acted at this crisis each after his

manner. 'While Croisette turned pale and trembled, and hid his eyes, I stood dazed, looking from the desolate

house to the face stiffening in the sunshine, and back again; wondering, though I had seen scores of dead

faces since daybreak, and a plenitude of suffering in all dreadful shapes, how Providence could let this

happen to us. To us! In his instincts man is as selfish as any animal that lives.

I saw nothing indeed of the dead face and dead house after the first convincing glance. I saw instead with hot,

hot eyes the old castle at home, the green fields about the brook, and the grey hills rising from them; and the

terrace, and Kit coming to meet us, Kit with white face and parted lips and avid eyes that questioned us! And

A faint noise behind as of a sign creaking in the wind, roused me from this most painful reverie. I turned

round, not quickly or in surprise or fear. Rather in the same dull wonder. The upper part of the bookseller's

door was ajar. It was that I had heard opened. An old woman was peering out at us.

As our eyes met, she made a slight movement to close the door again. But I did not stir, and seeming to be

reassured by a second glance, she nodded to me in a stealthy fashion. I drew a step nearer, listlessly. "Pst!

Pst!" she whispered. Her wrinkled old face, which was like a Normandy apple long kept, was soft with pity as

She nodded towards the forsaken house, and answered, "The young lord who lodged there? Ah! sirs," she

continued, "he looked gay and handsome, if you'll believe me, as he came from the king's court yester even!

As bonny a sight in his satin coat, and his ribbons, as my eyes ever saw! And to think that they should be

The woman's words were few and simple. But what a change they made in my world! How my heart awoke

from its stupor, and leapt up with a new joy and a newborn hope! "Did he get away?" I cried eagerly. "Did

"Ay, that. he did!" she replied quickly. "That poor fellow, yonderhe lies quiet enough now God forgive

him his heresy, say I!kept the door manfully while the gentleman got on the roof, and ran right down the

street on the tops of the houses, with them firing and hooting at him: for all the world as if he had been a

"Escaped!" she answered more slowly, shaking her old head in doubt. "I do not know about that I fear they

have got him by now, gentlemen. I have been shivering and shaking up stairs with my husbandhe is in bed,

good man, and the safest place for him the saints have mercy upon us! But I heard them go with their

shouting and gunpowder right along to the river, and I doubt they will take him between this and the

"Oh! may be half an hour. Perhaps you are friends of his?" she added questioningly.

But I did not stay to answer her. I shook Croisette, who had not heard a word of this, by the shoulder. There is

a chance that he has escaped!" I cried in his ear. Escaped, do you hear?" And I told him hastily what she had

It was fine, indeed, and a sight, to see the blood rush to his cheeks, and the tears dry in his eyes, and energy

and decision spring to life in every nerve and muscle of his face, "Then there is hope?" he cried, grasping my

arm. "Hope, Anne! Come! Come! Do not let us lose another instant. If he be alive let us join him!"

The old woman tried to detain us, but in vain. Nay, pitying us, and fearing, I think, that we were rushing on

our deaths, she cast aside her caution, and called after us aloud. We took no heed, running after Croisette,

who had not waited for our answer, as fast as young limbs could carry us down the street. The exhaustion we

had felt a moment before when all seemed lost be it remembered that we had not been to bed or tasted food

for many hoursfell from us on the instant, and was clean gone and forgotten in the joy of this respite. Louis

Escaped! But for how long? We soon had our answer. The moment we turned the corner by the riverside,

the murmur of a multitude not loud but continuous, struck our ears, even as the breeze off the water swept our

cheeks. Across the river lay the thousand roofs of the Ile de la Cite, all sparkling in the sunshine. But we

swept to the right, thinking little of THAT sight, and checked our speed on finding ourselves on the skirts of

the crowd. Before us was a bridgethe Pont au Change, I thinkand at its head on our side of the water

stood the CHATELET, with its hoary turrets and battlements. Between us and the latter, and backed only by

the river, was a great open space halffilled with people, mostly silent and watchful, come together as to a

show, and betraying, at present at least, no desire to take an active part in what was going on.

We hurriedly plunged into the throng, and soon caught the clue to the quietness and the lack of movement

which seemed to prevail, and which at first sight had puzzled us. For a moment the absence of the dreadful

symptoms we had come to know so wellthe flying and pursuing, the random blows, the shrieks and curses

and batterings on doors, the tipsy yells, had reassured us. But the relief was shortlived. The people before us

were under control. A tighter grip seemed to close upon our hearts as we discerned this, for we knew that the

wild fury of the populace, like the rush of a bull, might have given some chance of escapein this case as in

Every face about us was turned in the same direction; away from the river and towards a block of old houses

which stood opposite to it. The space immediately in front of these was empty, the people being kept back by

a score or so of archers of the guard set at intervals, and by as many horsemen, who kept riding up and down,

belabouring the bolder spirits with the flat of their swords,and so preserving a line. At each extremity of

thismore noticeably on our left where the line curved round the angle of the buildingsstood a handful of

riders, seven in a group perhaps. And alone in the middle of the space so kept clear, walking his horse up and

down and gazing at the houses rode a man of great stature, booted and armed, the feather nodding in his

bonnet. I could not see his face, but I had no need to see it. I knew him, and groaned aloud. It was Bezers!

I understood the scene better now. The horsemen, stern, bearded Switzers for the most part, who eyed the

rabble about them with grim disdain, and were by no means chary of their blows, were all in his colours and

armed to the teeth. The order and discipline were of his making: the revenge of his seeking. A grasp as of

steel had settled upon our friend, and I felt that his last chance was gone. Louis de Pavannes might as well be

lying on his threshold with his dead servant by his side, as be in hiding within that ring of ordered swords.

It was with despairing eyes we looked at the old wooden houses. They seemed to be bowing themselves

towards us, their upper stories projected so far, they were so decrepit. Their roofs were a wilderness of gutters

and crooked gables, of tottering chimneys and wooden pinnacles and rotting beams, Amongst these I judged

Kit's lover was hiding. Well, it was a good place for hide and seekwith any other player than DEATH. In the

ground floors of the houses there were no windows and no doors; by reason, I learned afterwards, of the

frequent flooding of the river. But a long wooden gallery raised on struts ran along the front, rather more than

the height of a man from the ground, and access to this was gained by a wooden staircase at each end. Above

this first gallery was a second, and above that a line of windows set between the gables. The blockit may

have run for seventy or eighty yards along the shorecontained four houses, each with a door opening on to

the lower gallery. I saw indeed that but for the Vidame's precautions Louis might well have escaped. Had the

mob once poured helterskelter into that labyrinth of rooms and passages he might with luck have mingled

with them, unheeded and unrecognized, and effected his escape when they retreated.

But now there were sentries on each gallery and more on the roof. Whenever one of the latter moved or

seemed to be looking inward where a search party, I understood, were at workindeed, if he did but turn

his head, a thrill ran through the crowd and a murmur arose, which once or twice swelled to a savage roar

such as earlier had made me tremble. When this happened the impulse came, it seemed to me, from the

farther end of the line. There the rougher elements were collected, and there I more than once saw Bezers'

troopers in conflict with the mob. In that quarter too a savage chant was presently struck up, the whole

in derision of the old song said to be popular amongst the Protestants. But in the Huguenot version the last

We had worked our way by this time to the front of the line, and looking into one another's eyes, mutely

asked a question; but not even Croisette had an answer ready. There could be no answer but one. What could

we do? Nothing. We were too late. Too late again! And yet how dreadful it was to stand still among the cruel,

thoughtless mob and see our friend, the touch of whose hand we knew so well, done to death for their sport!

Done to death as the old woman had said like any rat, not a soul save ourselves pitying him! Not a soul to

turn sick at his cry of agony, or shudder at the glance of his dying eyes. It was dreadful indeed.

"Ah, well," muttered a woman beside me to her companionthere were many women in the crowd"it is

down with the Huguenots, say I! It is Lorraine is the fine man! But after all yon is a bonny fellow and a

proper, Margot! I saw him leap from roof to roof over Love Lane, as if the blessed saints had carried him.

"Maybe it is! But he will need it all to give that big man the slip today," replied the first speaker

"That devil!" Margot exclaimed, pointing with a stealthy gesture of hate at the Vidame. And then in a fierce

whisper, with inarticulate threats, she told a story of him, which made me shudder. "He did! And she in

The tale might be true for aught I knew, horrible as it was! I had heard similar ones attributing things almost

as fiendish to him, times and again; from that poor fellow lying dead on Pavannes' doorstep for one, and from

others besides. As the Vidame in his pacing to and fro turned towards us, I gazed at him fascinated by his

grim visage and that story. His eye rested on the crowd about us, and I trembled, lest even at that distance he

And he did! I had forgotten his keenness of sight. His face flashed suddenly into a grim smile. The tail of his

eye resting upon us, and seeming to forbid us to move, he gave some orders. The colour fled from my face.

To escape indeed was impossible, for we were hemmed in by the press and could scarcely stir a limb. Yet I

"Croisette!" I muttered he was the rearmost"stoop down. He may not have seen you. Stoop down, lad!"

But St. Croix was obstinate and would not stoop. Nay, when one of the mounted men came, and roughly

ordered us into the open, it was Croisette who pushing past us stepped out first with a lordly air. I, following

him, saw that his lips were firmly compressed and that there was an eager light in his eyes. As we emerged,

the crowd in our wake broke the line, and tried to pursue us; either hostilely or through eagerness to see what

it meant. But a dozen blows of the long pikes drove them back, howling and cursing to their places.

I expected to be taken to Bezers; and what would follow I could not tell. But he did always it seemed what we

least expected, for he only scowled at us now, a grim mockery on his lip, and cried, "See that they do not

He turned one way, and I another, my heart swelling with rage. Would he dare to harm us? Would even the

Vidame dare to murder a Caylus' nephew openly and in cold blood? I did not think so. And yetand yet

Croisette interrupted the train of my thoughts. I found that he was not following me. He had sprung away,

and in a dozen strides reached the Vidame's stirrup, and was clasping his knee when I turned. I could not hear

at the distance at which I stood, what he said, and the horseman to whom Bezers had committed us spurred

"No! no! no!" he cried with a ring of restrained fury in his voice. "Let my plans alone! What do you know of

them? And if you speak to me again, M. St. CroixI think that is your name, boyI willno, I will not

kill you. That might please you, you are stubborn, I can see. But I will have you stripped and lashed like the

Impatience, hate and wild passion flamed in his face for the momenttransfiguring it. Croisette came back to

us slowly, whitelipped and quiet. "Never mind," I said bitterly. "The third time may bring luck."

Not that I felt much indignation at the Vidame's insult, or any anger with the lad for incurring it; as I had felt

on that other occasion. Life and death seemed to be everything on this morning. Words had ceased to please

and annoy, for what are words to the sheep in the shambles? One man's life and one woman's happiness

outside ourselves we thought only of these now. And some day I reflected Croisette might remember even

with pleasure that he had, as a drowning man clutching at straws, stooped to a last prayer for them.

We were placed in the middle of a knot of troopers who closed the line to the right. And presently Marie

touched me. He was gazing intently at the sentry on the roof of the third house from us; the farthest but one.

I nodded almost in apathy. But this passed away, and I started involuntarily and shuddered, as a savage roar,

breaking the silence, rang along the front of the mob like a rolling volley of firearms. What was it? A man

posted at a window on the upper gallery had dropped his pike's point, and was levelling it at some one inside:

But those in front of the window could; they saw too much for the Vidame's precautions, as a moment

showed. He had not laid his account with the frenzy of a rabble, the passions of a mob which had tasted

blood. I saw the line at its farther end waver suddenly and toss to and fro. Then a hundred hands went up, and

confused angry cries rose with them. The troopers struck about them, giving back slowly as they did so. But

their efforts were in vain. With a scream of triumph a wild torrent of people broke through between them,

leaving them stranded; and rushed in a headlong cataract towards the steps. Bezers was close to us at the

time. "S'death!" he cried, swearing oaths which even his sovereign could scarce have equalled. "They will

He whirled his horse round and spurred him in a dozen bounds to the stairs at our end of the gallery. There he

leaped from him, dropping the bridle recklessly; and bounding up three steps at a time, he ran along the

gallery. Halfadozen of the troopers about us stayed only to fling their reins to one of their number, and

My breath came fast and short, for I felt it was a crisis. It was a race between the two parties, or rather

between the Vidame and the leaders of the mob. The latter had the shorter way to go. But on the narrow steps

they were carried off their feet by the press behind them, and fell over and hampered one another and lost

time. The Vidame, free from this drawback, was some way along the gallery before they had set foot on it.

How I prayedamid a scene of the wildest uproar and excitement that the mob might be first! Let there

be only a short conflict between Bezers' men and the people, and in the confusion Pavannes might yet escape.

Hope awoke in the turmoil. Above the yells of the crowd a score of deep voices about me thundered "a Wolf!

a Wolf!" And I too, lost my head, and drew my sword, and screamed at the top of my voice, "a Caylus! a

Thousands of eyes besides mine were strained on the foremost figures on either side. They met as it chanced

precisely at the door of the house. The mob leader was a slender man, I saw; a priest apparently, though now

he was girt with unpriestly weapons, his skirts were tucked up, and his head was bare. So much my first

glance showed me. It was at the second look it was when I saw the blood forsake his pale lowering face and

leave it whiter than ever, when horror sprang along with recognition to his eyes, when borne along by the

crowd behind he saw his position and who was before himit was only then when his mean figure shrank,

and he quailed and would have turned but could not, that I recognized the Coadjutor.

I was silent now, my mouth agape. There are seconds which are minutes; ay, and many minutes. A man may

die, a man may come into life in such a second. In one of these, it seemed to me, those two men paused, face

to face; though in fact a pause was for one of them impossible. He was betweenand I think he knew

itthe devil and the deep sea. Yet he seemed to pause, while all, even that yelling crowd below, held their

breath. The next moment, glaring askance at one another like two dogs unevenly coupled, he and Bezers shot

shoulder to shoulder into the doorway, and in another jot of time would have been out of sight. But then, in

that instant, I saw something happen. The Vidame's hand flashed up above the priest's head, and the

crosshilt of his sheathed sword crashed down with awful force, and still more awful passion, on the other's

tonsure! The wretch went down like a log, without a word, without a cry! Amid a roar of rage from a

thousand throats, a roar that might have shaken the stoutest heart, and blanched the swarthiest cheek, Bezers

It was then I saw the power of discipline and custom. Few as were the troopers who had followed hima

mere handfulthey fell without hesitation on the foremost of the crowd, who were already in confusion,

stumbling and falling over their leader's body; and hurled them back pellmell along the gallery. The throng

below had no firearms, and could give no aid at the moment; the stage was narrow; in two minutes the

Vidame's people had swept it clear of the crowd and were in possession of it. A tall fellow took up the priest's

body, dead or alive, I do not know which, and flung it as if it had been a sack of corn over the rail. It fell with

a heavy thud on the ground. I heard a piercing scream that rose above that babelone shrill scream! and the

If the rascals had had the wit to make at once for the righthand stairs, where we stood with two or three of

Bezers' men who had kept their saddles, I think they might easily have disposed of us, encumbered as we

were, by the horses; and then they could have attacked the handful on the gallery on both flanks. But the mob

had no leaders, and no plan of operations. They seized indeed two or three of the scattered troopers, and

tearing them from their horses, wreaked their passion upon them horribly. But most of the Switzers escaped,

thanks to the attention the mob paid to the houses and what was going forward on the galleries; and these,

extricating themselves joined us one by one, so that gradually a little ring of stern faces gathered about the

stair foot. A moment's hesitation, and seeing no help for it, we ranged ourselves with them; and, unchecked

All this passed more quickly than I can relate it: so that before our feet were well in the stirrups a partial

silence, then a mightier roar of anger at once proclaimed and hailed the re appearance of the Vidame.

Bigoted beyond belief were the mob of Paris of that day, cruel, vengeful, and always athirst for blood; and

this man had killed not only their leader but a priest. He had committed sacrilege! What would they do? I

could just, by stooping forward, command a side view of the gallery, and the scene passing there was such

For surely in all his reckless life Bezers had never been so emphatically the man for the situationhad never

shown to such advantage as at this moment when he stood confronting the sea of faces, the sneer on his lip, a

smile in his eyes; and looked down unblenching, a figure of scorn, on the men who were literally agape for

his life. The calm defiance of his steadfast look fascinated even me. Wonder and admiration for the time took

the place of dislike. I could scarcely believe that there was not some atom of good in this man so fearless.

And no face but one no face I think in the world, but onecould have drawn my eyes from him. But that one

face was beside him. I clutched Marie's arm, and pointed to the bareheaded figure at Bezers' right hand.

It was Louis himself: our Louis de Pavannes, But he was changed indeed from the gay cavalier I

remembered, and whom I had last seen riding down the street at Caylus, smiling back at us, and waving his

adieux to his mistress! Beside the Vidame he had the air of being slight, even short. The face which I had

known so bright and winning, was now white and set. His fair, curling hairscarce darker than

Croisette'shung dank, bedabbled with blood which flowed from a wound in his head. His sword was gone;

his dress was torn and disordered and covered with dust. His lips moved. But he held up his head, he bore

himself bravely with it all; so bravely, that I choked, and my heart seemed bursting as I looked at him

standing there forlorn and now unarmed. I knew that Kit seeing him thus would gladly have died with him;

and I thanked God she did not see him. Yet there was a quietness in his fortitude which made a great

difference between his air and that of Bezers. He lacked, as became one looking unarmed on certain death,

What was the Vidame about to do? I shuddered as I asked myself. Not surrender him, not fling him bodily to

the people? No not that: I felt sure he would let no others share his vengeance that his pride would not suffer

that. And even while I wondered the doubt was solved. I saw Bezers raise his hand in a peculiar fashion.

Simultaneously a cry rang sharply out above the tumult, and down in headlong charge towards the farther

steps came the band of horsemen, who had got clear of the crowd on that side. They were but ten or twelve,

but under his eye they charged, as if they had been a thousand. The rabble shrank from the collision, and fled

aside. Quick as thought the riders swerved; and changing their course, galloped through the looser part of the

throng, and in a trice drew rein side by side with us, a laugh and a jeer on their reckless lips.

It was neatly done: and while it was being done the Vidame and his knot of men, with those who had been

searching the building, hurried down the gallery towards us, their rear cleared for the moment by the troopers'

feint. The dismounted men came bundling down the steps, their eyes aglow with the warfire, and got horses

as they could. Among them I lost sight of Louis, but perceived him presently, pale and bewildered, mounted

behind a trooper. A man sprang up before each of us too, greeting our appearance merely by a grunt of

surprise. For it was no time to ask or answer. The mob was recovering itself, and each moment brought it

reinforcements, while its fury was augmented by the trick we had played it, and the prospect of our escape.

We were under forty, all told; and some men were riding double. Bezers' eye glanced hastily over his array,

and lit on us three. He turned and gave some order to his lieutenant. The fellow spurred his horse, a splendid

grey, as powerful as his master's, alongside of Croisette, threw his arm round the lad, and dragged him

dexterously on to his own crupper. I did not understand the action, but I saw Croisette settle himself behind

Blaise Bure for he it wasand supposed no harm was intended. The next moment we had surged forward,

What ensued I cannot tell. The outlook, so far as I was concerned, was limited to wildly plunging

horseswe were in the centre of the band and riders swaying in the saddlewith a glimpse here and there

of a fringe of white scowling faces and tossing arms. Once, a lane opening, I saw the Vidame's charger he

was in the vanstumble and fall among the crowd and heard a great shout go up. But Bezers by a mighty

effort lifted it to its legs again. And once too, a minute later, those riding on my right, swerved outwards, and

It was the body of the Coadjutor, lying face upwards, the eyes open and the teeth bared in a last spasm.

Prostrate on it lay a woman, a young woman, with hair like red gold falling about her neck, and skin like

milk. I did not know whether she was alive or dead; but I noticed that one arm stuck out stiffly and the crowd

flying before the sudden impact of the horses must have passed over her, even if she had escaped the iron

hoofs which followed. Still in the fleeting glance I had of her as my horse bounded aside, I saw no wound or

disfigurement. Her one arm was cast about the priest's breast; her face was hidden on it. But for all that, I

knew herknew her, shuddering for the woman whose badges I was even now wearing, whose gift I bore at

my side; and I remembered the priest's vaunt of a few hours before, made in her presence, "There is no man

It had been a vain boast indeed! No hand in all that host of thousands was more feeble than his now: for good

or ill! No brain more dull, no voice less heeded. A righteous retribution indeed had overtaken him. He had

died by the sword he had drawn died, a priest, by violence! The cross he had renounced had crushed him.

And all his schemes and thoughts, and no doubt they had been many, had perished with him. It had come to

this, only this, the sum of the whole matter, that there was one wicked man the less in Parisone lump of

For herthe woman on his breastwhat man can judge a woman, knowing her? And not knowing her, how

much less? For the present I put her out of my mind, feeling for the moment faint and cold.

We were clear of the crowd, and clattering unmolested down a paved street before I fully recovered from the

shock which this sight had caused me. Wonder whither we were going took its place. To Bezers' house? My

heart sank at the prospect if that were so. Before I thought of an alternative, a gateway flanked by huge round

towers appeared before us, and we pulled up suddenly, a confused jostling mass in the narrow way; while

some words passed between the Vidame and the Captain of the Guard. A pause of several minutes followed;

and then the gates rolled slowly open, and two by two we passed under the arch. Those gates might have

They led, however, to none of these, but to an open space, dirty and littered with rubbish, marked by a

hundred ruts and tracks, and fringed with disorderly cabins and makeshift booths. And beyond thisoh, ye

gods! the joy of itbeyond this, which we crossed at a rapid trot, lay the open country!

The transition and relief were so wonderful that I shall never forget them. I gazed on the wide landscape

before me, lying quiet and peaceful in the sunlight, and could scarce believe in my happiness. I drew the fresh

air into my lungs, I threw up my sheathed sword and caught it again in a frenzy of delight, while the gloomy

men about me smiled at my enthusiasm. I felt the horse beneath me move once more like a thing of life. No

enchanter with his wand, not Merlin nor Virgil, could have made a greater change in my world, than had the

captain of the gate with his simple key! Or so it seemed to me in the first moments of freedom, and

I looked back at Parisat the cloud of smoke which hung over the towers and roofs; and it seemed to me the

canopy of hell itself. I fancied that my head still rang with the cries and screams and curses, the sounds of

death. In very fact, I could hear the dull reports of firearms near the Louvre, and the jangle of the bells.

Countryfolk were congregated at the crossroads, and in the villages, listening and gazing; asking timid

questions of the more goodnatured among us, and showing that the rumour of the dreadful work doing in

the town had somehow spread abroad. And this though I learned afterwards that the keys of the city had been

taken the night before to the king, and that, except a party with the Duke of Guise, who had left at eight in

pursuit of Montgomery and some of the Protestantslodgers, happily for themselves, in the Faubourg St.

While I am speaking of our departure from Paris, I may say what I have to say of the dreadful excesses of

those days, ay, and of the following days; excesses of which France is now ashamed, and for which she

blushed even before the accession of his late Majesty. I am sometimes asked, as one who witnessed them,

what I think, and I answer that it was not our country which was to blame. A something besides Queen

Catherine de' Medici had been brought from Italy forty years before, a something invisible but very powerful;

a spirit of cruelty and treachery. In Italy it had done small harm. But grafted on French daring and

recklessness, and the rougher and more soldierly manners of the north, this spirit of intrigue proved capable

of very dreadful things. For a time, until it wore itself out, it was the curse of France. Two Dukes of Guise,

Francis and Henry, a cardinal of Guise, the Prince of Conde, Admiral Coligny, King Henry the Third all these

the foremost men of their daydied by assassination within little more than a quarter of a century, to say

Then marka most curious thingthe extreme youth of those who were in this business. France, subject to

the QueenMother, of course, was ruled at the time by boys scarce out of their tutors' hands. They were mere

lads, hotblooded, reckless nobles, ready for any wild brawl, without forethought or prudence. Of the four

Frenchmen who it is thought took the leading parts, one, the king, was twentytwo; Monsieur, his brother,

was only twenty; the Duke of Guise was twentyone. Only the Marshal de Tavannes was of mature age. For

the other conspirators, for the QueenMother, for her advisers Retz and Nevers and Birague, they were

Italians; and Italy may answer for them if Florence, Mantua and Milan care to raise the glove.

To return to our journey. A league from the town we halted at a large inn, and some of us dismounted. Horses

were brought out to fill the places of those lost or left behind, and Bure had food served to us. We were

famished and exhausted, and ate it ravenously, as if we could never have enough.

The Vidame sat his horse apart, served by his page, I stole a glance at him, and it struck me that even on his

iron nature the events of the night had made some impression. I read, or thought I read, in his countenance,

signs of emotions not quite in accordance with what I knew of himemotions strange and varied. I could

almost have sworn that as he looked at us a flicker of kindliness lit up his stern and cruel gloom; I could

almost have sworn he smiled with a curious sadness. As for Louis, riding with a squad who stood in a

different part of the yard, he did not see us; had not yet seen us at all. His side face, turned towards me, was

pale and sad, his manner preoccupied, his mien rather sorrowful than downcast. He was thinking, I judged, as

much of the many brave men who had yesterday been his friends companions at board and playtableas

of his own fate. When we presently, at a signal from Bure, took to the road again, I asked no permission, but

He turned with a start at the sound of my voice, joy and bewildermentand no wonderin his countenance.

He had not supposed us to be within a hundred leagues of him. And lo! here we were, knee to knee, hand

meeting hand in a long grasp, while his eyes, to which tears sprang unbidden, dwelt on my face as though

they could read in it the features of his sweetheart. Some one had furnished him with a hat, and enabled him

to put his dress in order, and wash his wound, which was very slight, and these changes had improved his

appearance; so that the shadow of grief and despondency passing for a moment from him in the joy of seeing

me, he looked once more his former self: as he had looked in the old days at Caylus on his return from

hawking, or from some boyish escapade among the hills. Only, alas! he wore no sword.

"And now tell me all," he cried, after his first exclamation of wonder had found vent. "How on earth do you

come here? Here, of all places, and by my side? Is all well at Caylus? Surely Mademoiselle is not"

"Mademoiselle is well! perfectly well! And thinking of you, I swear!" I answered passionately. "For us," I

went on, eager for the moment to escape that subjecthow could I talk of it in the daylight and under strange

eyes?"Marie and Croisette are behind, We left Caylus eight days ago. We reached Paris yesterday evening.

He stopped me with a gesture. "Hush!" he said, raising his hand. "Don't speak of it, Anne!" and I saw that the

fate of his friends was still too recent, the horror of his awakening to those dreadful sights and sounds was

still too vivid for him to bear reference to them. Yet after riding for a time in silence though his lips

"We came to warn youof him," I answered, pointing to the solitary, moody figure of the Vidame, who was

riding ahead of the party. "Hehe said that Kit should never marry you, and boasted of what he would do to

you, and frightened her. So, learning he was going to Paris, we followed himto put you on your guard, you

know." And I briefly sketched our adventures, and the strange circumstances and mistakes which had delayed

us hour after hour, through all that strange night, until the time had gone by when we could do good.

His eyes glistened and his colour rose as I told the story. He wrung my hand warmly, and looked back to

smile at Marie and Croisette. "It was like you!" he ejaculated with emotion. "It was like her cousins! Brave,

brave lads! The Vicomte will live to be proud of you! Some day you will all do great things! I say it!"

"But oh, Louis!" I exclaimed sorrowfully, though my heart was bounding with pride at his words, "if we had

"You would have spoken to little purpose then, I fear," he replied, shaking his head. "We were given over as

a prey to the enemy. Warnings? We had warnings in plenty. De Rosny warned us, and we scoffed at him. The

king's eye warned us, and we trusted him. But" and Louis' form dilated and his hand rose as he went on,

and I thought of his cousin's prediction"it will never be so again in France, Anne! Never! No man will

after this trust another! There will be no honour, no faith, no quarter, and no peace! And for the Valois who

has done this, the sword will never depart from his house! I believe it! I do believe it!"

How truly he spoke we know now. For twoandtwenty years after that twentyfourth of August, 1572, the

sword was scarcely laid aside in France for a single month. In the streets of Paris, at Arques, and Coutras, and

Ivry, blood flowed like water that the blood of the St. Bartholomew might be forgottenthat blood which,

by the grace of God, Navarre saw fall from the dice box on the eve of the massacre. The last of the Valois

passed to the vaults of St. Denis: and a greater king, the first of all Frenchmen, alive or dead, the bravest,

gayest, wisest of the land, succeeded him: yet even he had to fall by the knife, in a moment most unhappy for

his country, before France, horror stricken, put away the treachery and evil from her.

Talking with Louis as we rode, it was not unnaturalnay, it was the natural result of the situationthat I

should avoid one subject. Yet that subject was the uppermost in my thoughts. What were the Vidame's

intentions? What was the meaning of this strange journey? What was to be Louis' fate? I shrank with good

reason from asking him these questions. There could be so little room for hope, even after that smile which I

had seen Bezers smile, that I dared not dwell upon them. I should but torture him and myself.

So it was he who first spoke about it. Not at that time, but after sunset, when the dusk had fallen upon us, and

found us still plodding southward with tired horses; a link outwardly like other links in the long chain of

riders, toiling onwards. Then he said suddenly, "Do you know whither we are going, Anne?"

I started, and found myself struggling with a strange confusion before I could reply. "Home," I suggested at

"Home? No. And yet nearly home. To Cahors," he answered with an odd quietude. "Your home, my boy, I

shall never see again, Nor Kit! Nor my own Kit!" It was the first time I had heard him call her by the fond

name we used ourselves. And the pathos in his tone as of the past, not the present, as of pure memoryI was

very thankful that I could not in the dusk see his face shook my selfcontrol. I wept. "Nay, my lad," he

went on, speaking softly and leaning from his saddle so that he could lay his hand on my shoulder "we are all

men together. We must be brave. Tears cannot help us, so we should leave them to the women."

I cried more passionately at that. Indeed his own voice quavered over the last word. But in a moment he was

talking to me coolly and quietly. I had muttered something to the effect that the Vidame would not dareit

"There is no question of daring in it," he replied. "And the more public it is, the better he will like it. They

have dared to take thousands of lives since yesterday. There is no one to call him to account since the

kingour king forsooth!has declared every Huguenot an outlaw, to be killed wherever he be met with.

No, when Bezers disarmed me yonder," he pointed as he spoke to his wound, "I looked of course for instant

"I can only guess," Louis answered with a sigh. "He told me that my life was in his hands, but that he should

take it at his own time. Further that if I would not give my word to go with him without trying to escape, he

would throw me to those howling dogs outside. I gave my word. We are on the road together. And oh, Anne!

yesterday, only yesterday, at this time I was riding home with Teligny from the Louvre, where we had been

"I saw you, or rather Croisette did," I muttered as his sorrow not for himself, but his friendsforced him

"He told me, as we passed through the gates, that he was appointed LieutenantGovernor of Quercy to carry

out the edict against the religion. Do you not see, Anne?" my companion added bitterly, "to kill me at once

were too small a revenge for him! He must torture meor rather he would if he couldby the pains of

Besides, my execution will so finely open his bed of justice. Bah!" and Pavannes raised his head proudly, "I

For a moment he forgot Kit, the loss of his friends, his own doom. He snapped his fingers in derision of his

But my heart sank miserably. The Vidame's rage I remembered had been directed rather against my cousin

than her lover; and now by the light of his threats I read Bezers' purpose more clearly than Louis could. His

aim was to punish the woman who had played with him. To do so he was bringing her lover from Paris that

he might execute himAFTER GIVING HER NOTICE! That was it: after giving her notice, it might be in

I shuddered. I well might feel that a precipice was opening at my feet. There was something in the plan so

devilish, yet so accordant with those stories I had heard of the Wolf, that I felt no doubt of my insight. I read

his evil mind, and saw in a moment why he had troubled himself with us. He hoped to draw Mademoiselle to

Of course I said nothing of this to Louis. I hid my feelings as well as I could. But I vowed a great vow that at

the eleventh hour we would baulk the Vidame. Surely if all else failed we could kill him, and, though we died

ourselves, spare Kit this ordeal. My tears were dried up as by a fire. My heart burned with a great and noble

I do not think that there was ever any journey so strange as this one of ours. We met with the same incidents

which had pleased us on the road to Paris. But their novelty was gone. Gone too were the cosy chats with old

rogues of landlords and goodnatured dames. We were travelling now in such force that our coming was

rather a terror to the innkeeper than a boon. How much the LieutenantGovernor of Quercy, going down to

his province, requisitioned in the king's name; and for how much he paid, we could only judge from the

gloomy looks which followed us as we rode away each morning. Such looks were not solely due I fear to the

news from Paris, although for some time we were the first bearers of the tidings.

Presently, on the third day of our journey I think, couriers from the Court passed us: and henceforth

forestalled us. One of these messengerswho I learned from the talk about me was bound for Cahors with

letters for the LieutenantGovernor and the CountBishopthe Vidame interviewed and stopped. How it

was managed I do not know, but I fear the CountBishop never got his letters, which I fancy would have

given him some joint authority. Certainly we left the messengera prudent fellow with a care for his

skinin comfortable quarters at Limoges, whence I do not doubt he presently returned to Paris at his leisure.

The strangeness of the journey however arose from none of these things, but from the relations of our party to

one another. After the first day we four rode together, unmolested, so long as we kept near the centre of the

straggling cavalcade. The Vidame always rode alone, and in front, brooding with bent head and sombre face

over his revenge, as I supposed. He would ride in this fashion, speaking to no one and giving no orders, for a

day together. At times I came near to pitying him. He had loved Kit in his masterful way, the way of one not

wont to be thwarted, and he had lost herlost her, whatever might happen. He would get nothing after all by

his revenge. Nothing but ashes in the mouth. And so I saw in softer moments something inexpressibly

He seldom spoke to us. More rarely to Louis. When he did, the harshness of his voice and his cruel eyes

betrayed the gloomy hatred in which he held him. At meals he ate at one end of the table: we four at the

other, as three of us had done on that first evening in Paris. And sometimes the covert looks, the grim sneer

he shot at his rivalhis prisonermade me shiver even in the sunshine. Sometimes, on the other hand,

I told Croisette, but warily, my suspicions of his purpose. He heard me, less astounded to all appearance than

I had expected. Presently I learned the reason. He had his own view. "Do you not think it possible, Anne?" he

suggested timidlywe were of course alone at the time "that he thinks to make Louis resign

I did understand I saw it in a moment. I had been dull not to see it before. Bezers might put it in this way: let

"He would lose her either way," Croisette answered in a low tone. "That is not however the worst of it. Louis

is in his power. Suppose he thinks to make Kit the arbiter, Anne, and puts Louis up to ransom, setting Kit for

the price? And gives her the option of accepting himself, and saving Louis' life; or refusing, and leaving

"St. Croix!" I exclaimed fiercely. "He would not be so base!" And yet was not even this better than the blind

"Perhaps not," Croisette answered, while he gazed onwards through the twilight. We were at the time the

foremost of the party save the Vidame; and there was nothing to interrupt our view of his gigantic figure as

he moved on alone before us with bowed shoulders. "Perhaps not," Croisette repeated thoughtfully.

"Sometimes I think we do not understand him; and that after all there may be worse people in the world than

I looked hard at the lad, for that was not what I had meant. "Worse?" I said. "I do not think so. Hardly!"

"Yes, worse," he replied, shaking his head. "Do you remember lying under the curtain in the boxbed at

"No, the second time," he answered, "when she came back alone. It was pretty dark, you remember, and

"Well, well, I remember," I said impatiently. I knew from the tone of his voice that he had something to tell

me about Madame d'O, and I was not anxious to hear it. I shrank, as a wounded man shrinks from the

cautery, from hearing anything about that woman; herself so beautiful, yet moving in an atmosphere of

suspicion and horror. Was it shame, or fear, or some chivalrous feeling having its origin in that moment when

I had fancied myself her knight? I am not sure, for I had not made up my mind even now whether I ought to

pity or detest her; whether she had made a tool of me, or I had been false to her.

"She came up to the bed, you remember, Anne?" Croisette went on. "You were next to her. She saw you

"I know you did!" I exclaimed sharply. All this time I had forgotten that grievance. "You nearly frightened

her out of her wits, St. Croix. I cannot think what possessed youwhy you did it?"

"To save your life, Anne" he answered solemnly, "and her from a crime! an unutterable, an unnatural crime.

She had come back to I can hardly tell it youto murder her sister. You start. You do not believe me. It

sounds too horrible. But I could see better than you could. She was exactly between you and the light. I saw

the knife raised. I saw her wicked face! If I had not startled her as I did, she would have stabbed you. She

I looked furtively, and turned away again, shivering. "Why," I muttered, "why did she do it?"

"She had failed you know to get her sister back to Pavannes' house, where she would have fallen an easy

victim. Bezers, who knew Madame d'O, prevented that. Then that fiend slipped back with her knife; thinking

that in the common butchery the crime would be overlooked, and never investigated, and that Mirepoix

I said nothing. I was stunned. Yet I believed the story. When I went over the facts in my mind I found that a

dozen things, overlooked at the time and almost forgotten in the hurry of events, sprang up to confirm it. M.

de Pavannes'the other M. de Pavannes'suspicions had been well founded. Worse than Bezers was she?

Ay! worse a hundred times. As much worse as treachery ever is than violence; as the pitiless fraud of the

"I thought," Croisette added softly, not looking at me, "when I discovered that you had gone off with her, that

I should never see you again, Anne. I gave you up for lost. The happiest moment of my life I think was when

"Croisette," I whispered piteously, my cheeks burning, "let us never speak of her again."

And we never didfor years. But how strange is life. She and the wicked man with whom her fate seemed

bound up had just crossed our lives when their own were at the darkest. They clashed with us, and, strangers

and boys as we were, we ruined them. I have often asked myself what would have happened to me had I met

her at some earlier and less stormy periodin the brilliance of her beauty. And I find but one answer. I

should bitterly have rued the day. Providence was good to me. Such men and such women, we may believe

have ceased to exist now. They flourished in those miserable days of war and divisions, and passed away

To return to our journey. In the morning sunshine one could not but be cheerful, and think good things

possible. The worst trial I had came with each sunset. For thenwe generally rode late into the

eveningLouis sought my side to talk to me of his sweetheart. And how he would talk of her! How many

thousand messages he gave me for her! How often he recalled old days among the hills, with each laugh and

jest and incident, when we five had been as children! Until I would wonder passionately, the tears running

down my face in the darkness, how he couldhow he could talk of her in that quiet voice which betrayed no

rebellion against fate, no cursing of Providence! How he could plan for her and think of her when she should

Now I understand it. He was still labouring under the shock of his friends' murder. He was still partially

stunned. Death seemed natural and familiar to him, as to one who had seen his allies and companions perish

without warning or preparation. Death had come to be normal to him, life the exception; as I have known it

One afternoon a strange thing happened. We could see the Auvergne hills at no great distance on our

leftthe Puy de Dome above themand we four were riding together. We had fallenan unusual

thingto the rear of the party. Our road at the moment was a mere track running across moorland, sprinkled

here and there with gorse and brushwood. The main company had straggled on out of sight. There were but

half a dozen riders to be seen an eighth of a league before us, a couple almost as far behind. I looked every

way with a sudden surging of the heart. For the first time the possibility of flight occurred to me. The rough

Auvergne hills were within reach. Supposing we could get a lead of a quarter of a league, we could hardly be

caught before darkness came and covered us. Why should we not put spurs to our horses and ride off?

"Firstly," he replied, "because I have given my word to go with the Vidame to Cahors."

My face flushed hotly. But I cried, "What of that? You were taken by treachery! Your safe conduct was

disregarded. Why should you be scrupulous? Your enemies are not. This is folly?"

"I think not. Nay," Louis answered, shaking his head, "you would not do it yourself in my place."

"No, you would not, lad," he said smiling. "I know you too well. But if I would do it, it is impossible." He

turned in the saddle and, shading his eyes with his hand from the level rays of the sun, looked back intently.

"It is as I thought," he continued. "One of those men is riding grey Margot, which Bure said yesterday was

the fastest mare in the troop. And the man on her is a light weight. The other fellow has that Norman bay

horse we were looking at this morning. It is a trap laid by Bezers, Anne. If we turned aside a dozen yards,

"Precisely; was Louis's answer. "That is the fact. Nothing would please him better than to take my honour

And when I came to look at the horsemen, immediately before us, they confirmed Louis's view. They were

the best mounted of the party: all men of light weight too. One or other of them was constantly looking back.

As night fell they closed in upon us with their usual care. When Bure joined us there was a gleam of

intelligence in his bold eyes, a flash of conscious trickery. He knew that we had found him out, and cared

And the others cared nothing. But the thought that if left to myself I should have fallen into the Vidame's

cunning trap filled me with new hatred towards him; such hatred and such fearfor there was humiliation

mingled with themas I had scarcely felt before. I brooded over this, barely noticing what passed in our

company for hoursnay, not until the next day when, towards evening, the cry arose round me that we were

within sight of Cahors. Yes, there it lay below us, in its shallow basin, surrounded by gentle hills. The domes

of the cathedral, the towers of the Vallandre Bridge, the bend of the Lot, where its stream embraces the

And I had but one idea. I had some time before communicated to Croisette the desperate design I had

formedto fall upon Bezers and kill him in the midst of his men in the last resort. Now the time had come if

the thing was ever to be done: if we had not left it too long already. And I looked about me. There was some

confusion and jostling as we halted on the brow of the hill, while two men were despatched ahead to

announce the governor's arrival, and Bure, with half a dozen spears, rode out as an advanced guard.

The road where we stood was narrow, a shallow cutting winding down the declivity of the hills. The horses

were tired, It was a bad time and place for my design, and only the coming night was in my favour. But I was

Yet before I moved or gave a signal which nothing could recall, I scanned the landscape eagerly, scrutinizing

in turn the small, rich plain below us, warmed by the last rays of the sun, the bare hills here glowing, there

dark, the scattered woodclumps and spinneys that filled the angles of the river, even the dusky line of

helmoaks that crowned the ridge beyondCaylus way. So near our own country there might be help! If the

messenger whom we had despatched to the Vicomte before leaving home had reached him, our uncle might

But no party appeared in sight: and I saw no place where an ambush could be lying. I remembered that no

tidings of our present plight or of what had happened could have reached the Vicomte. The hope faded out of

life as soon as despair had given it birth. We must fend for ourselves and for Kit.

That was my justification. I leaned from my saddle towards CroisetteI was riding by his sideand

muttered, as I felt my horse's head and settled myself firmly in the stirrups, "You remember what I said? Are

He looked at me in a startled way, with a face showing white in the shadow: and from me to the one solitary

figure seated like a pillar a score of paces in front with no one between us and it. "There need be but two of

us," I muttered, loosening my sword. "Shall it be you or Marie? The others must leap their horses out of the

road in the confusion, cross the river at the Arembal Ford if they are not overtaken, and make for Caylus."

He hesitated. I do not know whether it had anything to do with his hesitation that at that moment the

cathedral bell in the town below us began to ring slowly for Vespers. Yes, he hesitated. Hea Caylus.

Turning to him again, I repeated my question impatiently. "Which shall it be? A moment, and we shall be

He laid his hand hurriedly on my bridle, and began a rambling answer. Rambling as it was I gathered his

meaning. It was enough for me! I cut him short with one word of fiery indignation, and turned to Marie and

But Marie shook his head in perplexity, and answering little, said the same. So it happened a second time.

Strange! Yet strange as it seemed, I was not greatly surprised. Under other circumstances I should have been

beside myself with anger at the defection. Now I felt as if I had half expected it, and without further words of

reproach I dropped my head and gave it up. I passed again into the stupor of endurance. The Vidame was too

strong for me. It was useless to fight against him. We were under the spell. When the troop moved forward, I

We passed through the gate of Cahors, and no doubt the scene was worthy of note; but I had only a listless

eye for itmuch such an eye as a man about to be broken on the wheel must have for that curious

instrument, supposing him never to have seen it before. The whole population had come out to line the streets

through which we rode, and stood gazing, with scarcely veiled looks of apprehension, at the procession of

We dismounted passively in the courtyard of the castle, and were for going in together, when Bure

intervened. "M. de Pavannes," he said, pushing rather rudely between us, "will sup alone to night. For you,

I went without remonstrance. What was the use? I was conscious that the Vidame from the top of the stairs

leading to the grand entrance was watching us with a wolfish glare in his eyes. I went quietly. But I heard

We were led through a low doorway to a room on the ground floor; a place very like a cell. Were we took our

meal in silence. When it was over I flung myself on one of the beds prepared for us, shrinking from my

No explanation had passed between us. Still I knew that the other two from time to time eyed me doubtfully.

I feigned therefore to be asleep, but I heard Bure enter to bid us good nightand see that we had not

escaped. And I was conscious too of the question Croisette put to him, "Does M. de Pavannes lie alone

"Not entirely," the captain answered with gloomy meaning. Indeed he seemed in bad spirits himself, or tired.

They sprang to their feet at that. But the light and its bearer, who so far recovered himself as to chuckle at his

master's pious thought, had disappeared. They were left to pace the room, and reproach themselves and curse

the Vidame in an agony of late repentance. Not even Marie could find a loophole of escape from here. The

door was doublelocked; the windows so barred that a cat could scarcely pass through them; the walls were

Meanwhile I lay and feigned to sleep, and lay feigning through long, long hours; though my heart like theirs

throbbed in response to the dull hammering that presently began without, and not far from us, and lasted until

daybreak. From our windows, set low and facing a wall, we could see nothing. But we could guess what the

noise meant, the dull, earthy thuds when posts were set in the ground, the brisk, wooden clattering when one

plank was laid to another. We could not see the progress of the work, or hear the voices of the workmen, or

catch the glare of their lights. But we knew what they were doing. They were raising the scaffold.

I was too weary with riding to go entirely without sleep. And moreover it is anxiety and the tremor of

excitement which make the pillow sleepless, not, heaven be thanked, sorrow. God made man to lie awake and

hope: but never to lie awake and grieve. An hour or two before daybreak I fell asleep, utterly worn out. When

I awoke, the sun was high, and shining slantwise on our window. The room was gay with the morning rays,

and soft with the morning freshness, and I lay a while, my cheek on my hand, drinking in the cheerful

influence as I had done many and many a day in our room at Caylus. It was the touch of Marie's hand, laid

timidly on my arm, which roused me with a shock to consciousness. The truth broke upon me. I remembered

where we were, and what was before us. "Will you get up, Anne?" Croisette said. "The Vidame has sent for

I got to my feet, and buckled on my sword. Croisette was leaning against the wall, pale and downcast. Bure

filled the open doorway, his feathered cap in his hand, a queer smile on his face. "You are a good sleeper,

He shrugged his shoulders, and, bidding us by a sign to follow him, led the way through several gloomy

passages. At the end of these, a flight of stone steps leading upwards seemed to promise something better;

and true enough, the door at the top being opened, the murmur of a crowd reached our ears, with a burst of

sunlight and warmth. We were in a lofty room, with walls in some places painted, and elsewhere hung with

tapestry; well lighted by three old pointed windows reaching to the rushcovered floor. The room was large,

set here and there with stands of arms, and had a dais with a raised carved chair at one end. The ceiling was

of blue, with gold stars set about it. Seeing this, I remembered the place. I had been in it once, years ago,

when I had attended the Vicomte on a state visit to the governor. Ah! that the Vicomte were here now!

I advanced to the middle window, which was open. Then I started back, for outside was the scaffold built

level with the floor, and rushcovered like it! Two or three people were lounging on it. My eyes sought Louis

among the group, but in vain. He was not there: and while I looked for him, I heard a noise behind me, and he

His face was pale and grave, but perfectly composed. There was a wistful look in his eyes indeed, as if he

were thinking of something or some one far awayKit's face on the sunny hills of Quercy where he had

ridden with her, perhaps; a look which seemed to say that the doings here were nothing to him, and the

parting was yonder where she was. But his bearing was calm and collected, his step firm and fearless. When

he saw us, indeed his face lightened a moment and he greeted us cheerfully, even acknowledging Bure's

salutation with dignity and good temper. Croisette sprang towards him impulsively, and cried his name

Croisette ever the first to speak. But before Louis could grasp his hand, the door at the bottom of the hall was

He was alone. He glanced round, his forbidding face, which was somewhat flushed as if by haste, wearing a

scowl. Then he saw us, and, nodding haughtily, strode up the floor, his spurs clanking heavily on the boards.

We gave us no greeting, but by a short word dismissed Bure and the soldiers to the lower end of the room.

And then he stood and looked at us four, but principally at his rival; and looked, and looked with eyes of

smouldering hate. And there was a silence, a long silence, while the murmur of the crowd came almost

cheerfully through the window, and the sparrows under the eaves chirped and twittered, and the heart that

"M. de Pavannes!" he began, speaking hoarsely, yet concealing all passion under a cynical smile and a mock

politeness, "M. de Pavannes, I hold the king's commission to put to death all the Huguenots within my

province of Quercy. Have you anything to say, I beg, why I should not begin with you? Or do you wish to

Louis shrugged his shoulders as in contempt, and held his peace, I saw his captor's great hands twitch

convulsively at this, but still the Vidame mastered himself, and when he spoke again he spoke slowly. "Very

well," he continued, taking no heed of us, the silent witnesses of this strange struggle between the two men,

but eyeing Louis only. "You have wronged me more than any man alive. Alive or dead! or dead! You have

thwarted me, M. de Pavannes, and taken from me the woman I loved. Six days ago I might have killed you. I

had it in my power. I had but to leave you to the rabble, remember, and you would have been rotting at

But the Vidame went on as if he had not heard. "I did not leave you to them," he resumed, "and yet I hate

youmore than I ever hated any man yet, and I am not apt to forgive. But now the time has come, sir, for

my revenge! The oath I swore to your mistress a fortnight ago I will keep to the letter. ISilence, babe!" he

Croisette had muttered something, and this had drawn on him the glare of Bezers' eyes. But the threat was

Yet the Vidame seemed to be put out by the interruption. Muttering a string of oaths he strode from us to the

window and back again. The cool cynicism, with which he was wont to veil his anger and impose on other

men, while it heightened the effect of his ruthless deeds, in part fell from him. He showed himself as he

wasmasterful, and violent, hating, with all the strength of a turbulent nature which had never known a

"Listen!" he continued harshly, coming back and taking his place in front of us at last, his manner more

violent than before the interruption. "I might have left you to die in that hell yonder! And I did not leave you.

I had but to hold my hand and you would have been torn to pieces! The wolf, however, does not hunt with the

rats, and a Bezers wants no help in his vengeance from king or CANAILLE! When I hunt my enemy down I

will hunt him alone, do you hear? And as there is a heaven above me"he paused a moment"if I ever

He paused, and the murmur of the crowd without came to my ears; but mingled with and heightened by some

confusion in my thoughts. I struggled feebly with this, seeing a rush of colour to Croisette's face, a lightening

in his eyes as if a veil had been raised from before them. Some confusionfor I thought I grasped the

Vidame's meaning; yet there he was still glowering on his victim with the same grim visage, still speaking in

the same rough tone. "Listen, M. de Pavannes," he continued, rising to his full height and waving his hand

with a certain majesty towards the windowno one had spoken. "The doors are open! Your mistress is at

Caylus. The road is clear, go to her; go to her, and tell her that I have saved your life, and that I give it to you

not out of love, but out of hate! If you had flinched I would have killed you, for so you would have suffered

most, M. de Pavannes. As it is, take your lifea gift! and suffer as I should if I were saved and spared by my

Slowly the full sense of his words came home to me. Slowly; not in its full completeness indeed until I heard

Louis in broken phrases, phrases half proud and half humble, thanking him for his generosity. Even then I

almost lost the true and wondrous meaning of the thing when I heard his answer. For he cut Pavannes short

with bitter caustic gibes, spurned his proffered gratitude with insults, and replied to his acknowledgments

"Go! go!" he continued to cry violently. "Have I brought you so far safely that you will cheat me of my

vengeance at the last, and provoke me to kill you? Away! and take these blind puppies with you! Reckon me

as much your enemy now as ever! And if I meet you, be sure you will meet a foe! Begone, M. de Pavannes,

"Begone! begone! before we do one another a mischief!" cried the Vidame furiously. "Every word you say in

And we went; for there was no change, no promise of softening in his malignant aspect as he spoke; nor any

as he stood and watched us draw off slowly from him. We went one by one, each lingering after the other,

striving, out of a natural desire to thank him, to break through that stern reserve. But grim and unrelenting, a

My latest memory of that strange manstill fresh after a lapse of two and fifty yearsis of a huge form

towering in the gloom below the state canopy, the sunlight which poured in through the windows and flooded

us, falling short of him; of a pair of fierce cross eyes, that seemed to glow as they covered us; of a lip that

curled as in the enjoyment of some cruel jest. And so Iand I think each of us four saw the last of Raoul de

He was a man whom we cannot judge by today's standard; for he was such an one in his vices and his

virtues as the present day does not know; one who in his time did immense eviland if his friends be

believed, little good. But the evil is forgotten; the good lives. And if all that good save one act were buried

with him, this one act alone, the act of a French gentleman, would be told of himay! and will be toldas

long as the kingdom of France, and the gracious memory of the late king, shall endure.

I see again by the simple process of shutting my eyes, the little party of fivefor Jean, our servant, had

rejoined uswho on that summer day rode over the hills to Caylus, threading the mazes of the holmoaks,

and galloping down the rides, and hallooing the hare from her form, but never pursuing her; arousing the

nestling farmhouses from their sleepy stillness by joyous shout and laugh, and sniffing, as we climbed the

hillside again, the scent of the ferns that died crushed under our horses' hoofsdied only that they might

add one little pleasure more to the happiness God had given us. Rare and sweet indeed are those few days in

life, when it seems that all creation lives only that we may have pleasure in it, and thank God for it. It is well

It was nightfall when we reached the edge of the uplands, and looked down on Caylus. The last rays of the

sun lingered with us, but the valley below was dark; so dark that even the rock about which our homes

clustered would have been invisible save for the halfdozen lights that were beginning to twinkle into being

on its summit. A silence fell upon us as we slowly wended our way down the wellknown path.

All day long we had ridden in great joy; if thoughtless, yet innocent; if selfish, yet thankful; and always

blithely, with a great exultation and relief at heart, a great rejoicing for our own sakes and for Kit's.

Now with the nightfall and the darkness, now when we were near our home, and on the eve of giving joy to

another, we grew silent. There arose other thoughtsthoughts of all that had happened since we had last

ascended that track; and so our minds turned naturally back to him to whom we owed our happinessto the

giant left behind in his pride and power and his loneliness. The others could think of him with full hearts, yet

without shame. But I reddened, reflecting how it would have been with us if I had had my way; if I had

resorted in my shortsightedness to one last violent, cowardly deed, and killed him, as I had twice wished to

Pavannes would then have been lost almost certainly. Only the Vidame with his powerful troopwe never

knew whether he had gathered them for that purpose or merely with an eye to his governmentcould have

saved him. And few men however powerful perhaps Bezers only of all men in Paris would have dared to

snatch him from the mob when once it had sighted him. I dwell on this now that my grandchildren may take

And so we clattered up the steep street of Caylus with a pleasant melancholy upon us, and passed, not without

a more serious thought, the gloomy, frowning portals, all barred and shuttered, of the House of the Wolf, and

under the very window, sombre and vacant, from which Bezers had incited the rabble in their attack on

Pavannes' courier. We had gone by day, and we came back by night. But we had gone trembling, and we

We did not need to ring the great bell. Jean's cry, "Ho! Gate there! Open for my lords!" had scarcely passed

his lips before we were admitted. And ere we could mount the ramp, one person outran those who came forth

to see what the matter was; one outran Madame Claude, outran old Gil, outran the hurrying servants, and the

welcome of the house. I saw a slender figure all in white break away from the little crowd and dart towards

us, disclosing as it reached me a face that seemed still whiter than its robes, and yet a face that seemed all

I stood aside with a low bow, my hat in my hand; and said simply it was the great effect of my

The Vidame de Bezers died as he had lived. He was still Governor of Cahors when Henry the Great attacked

it on the night of the 17th of June, 1580. Taken by surprise and wounded in the first confusion of the assault,

he still defended himself and his charge with desperate courage, fighting from street to street, and house to

house for five nights and as many days. While he lived Henry's destiny and the fate of France trembled in the

balance. But he fell at length, his brain pierced by the ball of an arquebuse, and died an hour before sunset on

Marie and I were present in this action on the side of the King of Navarre, and at the request of that prince

hastened to pay such honours to the body of the Vidame as were due to his renown and might serve to evince

our gratitude. A year later his remains were removed from Cahors, and laid where they now rest in his own

Abbey Church of Bezers, under a monument which very briefly tells of his stormy life and his valour. No

matter. He has small need of a monument whose name lives in the history of his country, and whose epitaph

MANY OWING TO HIS BRUTAL DISPOSITION (ferina natura), AND REGNIER, A YOUNG MAN OF