THE JACOBIN MONK.
Had I needed any reminder of the uncertainty of Court favour, or an
instance whence I might learn the lesson of modesty, and so stand in
less danger of presuming on my new and precarious prosperity, I had it
in this episode, and in the demeanour of the company round me. On the
circle breaking up in confusion, I found myself the centre of general
regard, but regard of so dubious a character, the persons who would
have been the first to compliment me had the king retired earlier,
standing farthest aloof now, that I felt myself rather insulted than
honoured by it. One or two, indeed, of the more cautious spirits did
approach me; but it was with the air of men providing against a danger
particularly remote, their half-hearted speeches serving only to fix
them in my memory as belonging to a class, especially abhorrent to
me--the class, I mean, of those who would run at once with the hare
and the hounds.
I was rejoiced to find that on one person, and that the one whose
disposition towards me was, next to the king's, of first importance,
this episode had produced a different impression. Feeling, as I made
for the door, a touch on my arm, I turned to find M. de Rambouillet at
my elbow, regarding me with a glance of mingled esteem and amusement;
in fine, with a very different look from that which had been my
welcome earlier in the evening. I was driven to suppose that he was
too great a man, or too sure of his favour with the king, to be swayed
by the petty motives which actuated the Court generally, for he laid
his hand familiarly on my shoulder, and walked on beside me.
'Well, my friend,' he said,' you have distinguished yourself finely! I
do not know that I ever remember a pretty woman making more stir in
one evening. But if you are wise you will not go home alone to-night.'
'I have my sword, M. le Marquis,' I answered, somewhat proudly.
'Which will avail you little against a knife in the back!' he retorted
drily. 'What attendance have you?'
'My equerry, Simon Fleix, is on the stairs.'
'Good, so far, but not enough,' he replied, as we reached the head of
the staircase. 'You had better come home with me now, and two or three
of my fellows shall go on to your lodging with you. Do you know, my
friend,' he continued, looking at me keenly, 'you are either a very
clever or a very foolish man?'
I made answer modestly. 'Neither the one, I fear, nor the other, I
hope, sir,' I said.
'Well, you have done a very pertinent thing,' he replied, 'for good or
evil. You have let the enemy know what he has to expect, and he is not
one, I warn you, to be despised. But whether you have been very wise
or very foolish in declaring open war remains to be seen.'
'A week will show,' I answered.
He turned and looked at me. 'You take it coolly,' he said.
'I have been knocking about the world for forty years, marquis,' I
rejoined.
He muttered something about Rosny having a good eye, and then stopped
to adjust his cloak. We were by this time in the street. Making me go
hand in hand with him, he requested the other gentlemen to draw their
swords; and the servants being likewise armed and numbering half a
score or more, with pikes and torches, we made up a very formidable
party, and caused, I think, more alarm as we passed, through the
streets to Rambouillet's lodging than we had any reason to feel. Not
that we had it all to ourselves, for the attendance at Court that
evening being large, and the circle breaking up as I have described
more abruptly than usual, the vicinity of the castle was in a ferment,
and the streets leading from it were alive with the lights and
laughter of parties similar to our own.
At the door of the marquis's lodging I prepared to take leave of him
with many expressions of gratitude, but he would have me enter and sit
down with him to a light refection, which it was his habit to take
before retiring. Two of his gentlemen sat down with us, and a valet,
who was in his confidence, waiting on us, we made very merry over the
scene in the presence. I learned that M. de Bruhl was far from popular
at Court; but being known to possess some kind of hold over the king,
and enjoying besides a great reputation for recklessness and skill
with the sword, he had played a high part for a length of time, and
attached to himself, especially since the death of Guise, a
considerable number of followers.
'The truth is,' one of the marquis's gentlemen, who was a little
heated with wine, observed, 'there is nothing at this moment which a
bold and unscrupulous man may not win in France!'
'Nor a bold and Christian gentleman for France!' replied M. de
Rambouillet with some asperity. 'By the way,' he continued, turning
abruptly to the servant, 'where is M. Francois?'
The valet answered that he had not returned with us from the castle.
The Marquis expressed himself annoyed at this, and I gathered,
firstly, that the missing man was his near kinsman, and, secondly,
that he was also the young spark who had been so forward to quarrel
with me earlier in the evening. Determining to refer the matter,
should it become pressing, to Rambouillet for adjustment, I took leave
of him, and attended by two of his servants, whom he kindly
transferred to my service for the present, I started towards my
lodging a little before midnight.
The moon had risen while we were at supper, and its light, which
whitened the gables on one side of the street, diffused a glimmer
below sufficient to enable us to avoid the kennel. Seeing this, I bade
the men put out our torch. Frost had set in, and a keen wind was
blowing, so that we were glad to hurry on at a good pace; and the
streets being quite deserted at this late hour, or haunted only by
those who had come to dread the town marshal, we met no one and saw no
lights. I fell to thinking, for my part, of the evening I had spent
searching Blois for Mademoiselle, and of the difference between then
and now. Nor did I fail while on this track to retrace it still
farther to the evening of our arrival at my mother's; whence, as a
source, such kindly and gentle thoughts welled up in my mind as were
natural, and the unfailing affection of that gracious woman required.
These, taking the place for the moment of the anxious calculations and
stern purposes which had of late engrossed me, were only ousted by
something which, happening under my eyes, brought me violently and
abruptly to myself.
This was the sudden appearance of three men, who issued one by one
from an alley a score of yards in front of us, and after pausing a
second to look back the way they had come, flitted on in single file
along the street, disappearing, as far as the darkness permitted me to
judge, round a second corner. I by no means liked their appearance,
and as a scream and the clash of arms rang out next moment from the
direction in which they had gone, I cried lustily to Simon Fleix to
follow, and ran on, believing from the rascals' movements that they
were after no good, but that rather some honest man was like to be
sore beset.
On reaching the lane down which they had plunged, however, I paused a
moment, considering not so much its blackness, which was intense, the
eaves nearly meeting overhead, as the small chance I had of
distinguishing between attackers and attacked. But Simon and the men
overtaking me, and the sounds of a sharp tussle still continuing, I
decided to venture, and plunged into the alley, my left arm well
advanced, with the skirt of my cloak thrown over it, and my sword
drawn back. I shouted as I ran, thinking that the knaves might desist
on hearing me; and this was what happened, for as I arrived on the
scene of action--the farther end of the alley--two men took to their
heels, while of two who remained, one lay at length in the kennel, and
another rose slowly from his knees.
'You are just in time, sir,' the latter said, breathing hard, but
speaking with a preciseness which sounded familiar. 'I am obliged to
you, sir, whoever you are. The villains had got me down, and in a few
minutes more would have made my mother childless. By the way, you have
no light, have you?' he continued, lisping like a woman.
One of M. de Rambouillet's men, who had by this time come up, cried
out that it was Monsieur Francois.
'Yes, blockhead!' the young gentleman answered with the utmost
coolness. 'But I asked for a light, not for my name.'
'I trust you are not hurt, sir?' I said, putting up my sword.
'Scratched only,' he answered, betraying no surprise on learning who
it was had come up so opportunely; as he no doubt did learn from my
voice, for he continued with a bow, 'A slight price to pay for the
knowledge that M. de Marsac is as forward on the field as on the
stairs.'
I bowed my acknowledgments.
'This fellow,' I said, 'is he much hurt?'
'Tut, tut! I thought I had saved the marshal all trouble,' M. Francois
replied. 'Is he not dead, Gil?'
The poor wretch made answer for himself, crying out piteously and
in a choking voice, for a priest to shrive him. At that moment Simon
Fleix returned with our torch, which he had lighted at the nearest
cross-streets, where there was a brazier, and we saw by this light
that the man was coughing up blood, and might live perhaps half an
hour.
'Mordieu! That comes of thrusting too high!' M. Francois muttered,
regretfully. 'An inch lower, and there would have been none of this
trouble! I suppose somebody must fetch one. Gil,' he continued, 'run,
man, to the sacristy in the Rue St. Denys, and get a Father. Or--stay!
Help to lift him under the lee of the wall there. The wind cuts like a
knife here.'
The street being on the slope of the hill, the lower part of the house
nearest us stood a few feet from the ground, on wooden piles, and the
space underneath it, being enclosed at the back and sides, was used as
a cart-house. The servants moved the dying man into this rude shelter,
and I accompanied them, being unwilling to leave the young gentleman
alone. Not wishing, however, to seem to interfere, I walked to the
farther end, and sat down on the shaft of a cart, whence I idly
admired the strange aspect of the group I had left, as the glare of
the torch brought now one and now another into prominence, and
sometimes shone on M. Francois' jewelled fingers toying with his tiny
moustache, and sometimes on the writhing features of the man at his
feet.
On a sudden, and before Gil had started on his errand, I saw there was
a priest among them. I had not seen him enter, nor had I any idea
whence he came. My first impression was only that here was a priest,
and that he was looking at me--not at the man craving his assistance
on the floor, or at those who stood round him, but at me, who sat away
in the shadow beyond the ring of light!
This was surprising; but a second glance explained it, for then I saw
that he was the Jacobin monk who had haunted my mother's dying hours.
And, amazed as much at this strange _rencontre_, as at the man's
boldness, I sprang up and strode forwards, forgetting, in an impulse
of righteous anger, the office he came to do. And this the more as his
face, still turned to me, seemed instinct to my eyes with triumphant
malice. As I moved towards him, however, with a fierce exclamation on
my lips, he suddenly dropped his eyes and knelt. Immediately M.
Francois cried 'Hush!' and the men turned to me with scandalised
faces. I fell back. Yet even then, whispering on his knees by the
dying man, the knave was thinking, I felt sure, of me, glorying at
once in his immunity and the power it gave him to tantalise me without
fear.
I determined, whatever the result, to intercept him when all was over;
and on the man dying a few minutes later, I walked resolutely to the
open side of the shed, thinking it likely he might try to slip away as
mysteriously as he had come. He stood a moment speaking to M.
Francois, however, and then, accompanied by him, advanced boldly to
meet me, a lean smile on his face.
'Father Antoine,' M. d'Agen said politely, 'tells me that he knows
you, M. de Marsac, and desires to speak to you, _mal-a-propos_ as is
the occasion.'
'And I to him,' I answered, trembling with rage, and only restraining
by an effort the impulse which would have had me dash my hand in the
priest's pale, smirking face. 'I have waited I long for this moment,'
I continued, eyeing him steadily, as M. Francois withdrew out of
hearing, 'and had you tried to avoid me, I would have dragged you
back, though all your tribe were here to protect you.'
His presence so maddened me that I scarcely knew what I said. I
felt my breath come quickly, I felt the blood surge to my head,
and it was with difficulty I restrained myself when he answered with
well-affected sanctity, 'Like mother, like son, I fear,' sir.
Huguenots both.'
I choked with rage. 'What!' I said, 'you dare to threaten me as you
threatened my mother? Fool! know that only to-day for the purpose of
discovering and punishing you I took the rooms in which my mother
died.'
'I know it,' he answered quietly. And then in a second, as by magic,
he altered his demeanour completely, raising his head and looking me
in the face. 'That, and so much besides, I know,' he continued, giving
me, to my astonishment, frown for frown, 'that if you will listen to
me for a moment, M. de Marsac, and listen quietly, I will convince you
that the folly is not on my side.'
Amazed at his new manner, in which there was none of the madness that
had marked him at our first meeting, but a strange air of authority,
unlike anything I had associated with him before, I signed to him to
proceed.
'You think that I am in your power?' he said, smiling.
'I think,' I retorted swiftly, 'that, escaping me now, you will have
at your heels henceforth a worse enemy than even your own sins.'
'Just so,' he answered, nodding. 'Well, I am going to show you that
the reverse is the case; and that you are as completely in my hands,
to spare or to break, as this straw. In the first place, you are here
in Blois, a Huguenot!'
'Chut!' I exclaimed contemptuously, affecting a confidence I was far
from feeling. 'A little while back that might have availed you. But we
are in Blois, not Paris. It is not far to the Loire, and you have to
deal with a man now, not with a woman. It is you who have cause to
tremble, not I.'
'You think to be protected,' he answered with a sour smile, 'even on
this side of the Loire, I see. But one word to the Pope's Legate, or
to the Duke of Nevers, and you would see the inside of a dungeon, if
not worse. For the king----'
'King or no king!' I answered, interrupting him with more assurance
than I felt, seeing that I remembered only too well Henry's remark
that Rosny must not look to him for protection, 'I fear you not a
whit! And that reminds me. I have heard you talk treason--rank, black
treason, priest, as ever sent man to rope, and I will give you up. By
heaven I will!' I cried, my rage increasing, as I discerned, more and
more clearly, the dangerous hold he had over me. 'You have threatened
me! One word, and I will send you to the gallows!'
'Sh!' he answered, indicating M. Francois by a gesture of the hand.
'For your own sake, not mine. This is fine talking, but you have not
yet heard all I know. Would you like to hear how you have spent the
last month? Two days after Christmas, M. de Marsac, you left Chize
with a young lady--I can give you her name, if you please. Four days
afterwards you reached Blois, and took her to your mother's lodging.
Next morning she left you for M. de Bruhl. Two days later you tracked
her to a house in the Ruelle d'Arcy, and freed her, but lost her in
the moment of victory. Then you stayed in Blois until your mother's
death, going a day or two later to M. de Rosny's house by Mantes,
where mademoiselle still is. Yesterday you arrived in Blois with M. de
Rosny; you went to his lodging; you----'
'Proceed, sir,' I muttered, leaning forward. Under cover of my cloak I
drew my dagger half-way from its sheath. 'Proceed, sir, I pray,' I
repeated with dry lips.
'You slept there,' he continued, holding his ground, but shuddering
slightly, either from cold or because he perceived my movement and
read my design in my eyes. 'This morning you remained here in
attendance on M. de Rambouillet.'
For the moment I breathed freely again, perceiving that though he knew
much, the one thing on which M. de Rosny's design turned had escaped
him. The secret interview with the king, which compromised alike Henry
himself and M. de Rambouillet, had apparently passed unnoticed and
unsuspected. With a sigh of intense relief I slid back the dagger,
which I had fully made up my mind to use had he known all, and drew my
cloak round me with a shrug of feigned indifference. I sweated to
think what he did know, but our interview with the king having escaped
him, I breathed again.
'Well, sir,' I said curtly, 'I have listened. And now, what is the
purpose of all this?'
'My purpose?' he answered, his eyes glittering. 'To show you that you
are in my power. You are the agent of M. de Rosny. I, the agent,
however humble, of the Holy Catholic League. Of your movements I know
all. What do you know of mine?'
'Knowledge,' I made grim answer, 'is not everything, sir priest.'
'It is more than it was,' he said, smiling his thin-lipped smile. 'It
is going to be more than it is. And I know much--about you, M. de
Marsac.'
'You know too much!' I retorted, feeling his covert threats close
round me like the folds of some great serpent. 'But you are imprudent,
I think. Will you tell me what is to prevent me striking you through
where you stand, and ridding myself at a blow of so much knowledge?'
'The presence of three men, M. de Marsac,' he answered lightly, waving
his hand towards M. Francois and the others, 'every one of whom would
give you up to justice. You forget that you are north of the Loire,
and that priests are not to be massacred here with impunity, as in
your lawless south-country. However, enough. The night is cold, and M.
d'Agen grows suspicious as well as impatient. We have, perhaps, spoken
too long already. Permit me'--he bowed and drew back a step--'to
resume this discussion to-morrow.'
Despite his politeness and the hollow civility with which he thus
sought to close the interview, the light of triumph which shone in his
eyes, as the glare of the torch fell athwart them, no less than the
assured tone of his voice, told me clearly that he knew his power. He
seemed, indeed, transformed: no longer a slinking, peaceful clerk,
preying on a woman's fears, but a bold and crafty schemer, skilled and
unscrupulous, possessed of hidden knowledge and hidden resources; the
personification of evil intellect. For a moment, knowing all I knew,
and particularly the responsibilities which lay before me, and the
interests committed to my hands, I quailed, confessing myself unequal
to him. I forgot the righteous vengeance I owed him; I cried out
helplessly against the ill-fortune which had brought him across my
path. I saw myself enmeshed and fettered beyond hope of escape, and by
an effort only controlled the despair I felt.
'To-morrow?' I muttered hoarsely. 'At what time?'
He shook his head with a cunning smile. 'A thousand thanks, but I will
settle that myself!' he answered. 'Au revoir!' And muttering a word of
leave-taking to M. Francois d'Agen, he blessed the two servants, and
went out into the night.