CHAPTER LX.

WHAT M. DE MONSOREAU CAME TO ANNOUNCE.

As M. de Monsoreau approached, he remarked the dilapidation of

the wall; it was almost in steps, and the brambles had been torn

away, and were lying about. He looked at the horse standing there.

The animal had a saddle-cloth embroidered in silver, and in one

corner an F. and an A. There was no doubt, then, that it came

from the prince’s stables; the letters stood for François d’Anjou.

The count’s suspicions at this sight became real alarm; the duke

had come here, and had come often, for, besides the horse waiting

there, there was a second that knew the way. He tied up his horse

near to the other, and began to scale the wall. It was an easy

task; there were places for both feet and hands, and the branches

of an oak-tree, which hung over, had been carefully cut away.

Once up, he saw at the foot of a tree a blue mantilla and a black

cloak, and not far off a man and woman, walking hand in hand,

with their backs turned to the wall, and nearly hidden by the

trees. Unluckily, with M. de Monsoreau’s weight a stone fell

from the wall on the crackling branches with a great noise.

At this noise the lovers must have turned and seen him, for the

cry of a woman was heard, and a rustling of the branches as they

ran away like startled deer. At this cry, Monsoreau felt cold

drops on his forehead, for he recognized Diana’s voice. Full of

fury, he jumped over the wall, and with his drawn sword in his

hand, tried to follow the fugitives, but they had disappeared,

and, there was not a trace or a sound to guide him. He stopped,

and considered that he was too much under the influence of passion

to act with prudence against so powerful a rival. Then a sublime

idea occurred to him; it was to climb back again over the wall,

and carry off with his own the horse he had seen there. He retraced

his steps to the wall and climbed up again; but on the other

side no horse was to be seen; his idea was so good, that before

it came to him it had come to his adversary. He uttered a howl

of rage, clenching his fists, but started off at once on foot.

In two hours and a half, he arrived at the gates of the city,

dying with hunger and fatigue, but determined to interrogate

every sentinel, and find out by what gate a man had entered with

two horses. The first sentinel he applied to said that, about

two hours before, a horse without a rider had passed through

the gate, and had taken the road to the palace; he feared some

accident must have happened to his rider. Monsoreau ground his

teeth with passion, and went on to the castle. There he found great

life and gaiety, windows lighted up, and animation everywhere. He

went first to the stable, and found his horse in the stall he

had taken him from; then, without changing his dress, he went

to the dining-room. The prince and all his gentlemen were sitting

round a table magnificently served and lighted. The duke, who

had been told of his arrival, received him without surprise,

and told him to sit down and sup with him.

“Monseigneur,” replied he, “I am hungry, tired, and thirsty; but

I will neither eat, drink, nor sit down till I have delivered

my important message.”

“You come from Paris?”

“Yes, in great haste.”

“Well, speak.”

Monsoreau advanced, with a smile on his lips and hatred In his

heart, and said, “Monseigneur, your mother is advancing hastily

to visit you.”

The duke looked delighted. “It is well,” said he; “M. de Monsoreau,

I find you to-day, as ever, a faithful servant; let us continue

our supper, gentlemen.”

Monsoreau sat down with them, but gloomy and preoccupied. He

still seemed to see the two figures among the trees, and to hear

the cry of Diana.

“You are overcome with weariness,” said the prince to him, “really,

you had better go to bed.”

“Yes,” said Livarot, “or he will go to sleep in his chair.”

“Pardon, monseigneur, I am tired out.”

“Get tipsy,” said Antragues; “there is nothing so good when you

are tired. To your health, count!”

“You must give us some good hunts,” said Ribeirac, “you know the

country.”

“You have horses and woods here,” said Antragues.

“And a wife,” added Livarot.

“We will hunt a boar, count,” said the prince.

“Oh, yes, to-morrow!” cried the gentlemen.

“What do you say, Monsoreau?”

“I am always at your highness’s orders, but I am too much fatigued

to conduct a chase to-morrow; besides which, I must examine the

woods.”

“And we must leave him time to see his wife,” cried the duke.

“Granted,” cried the young men; “we give him twenty-four hours

to do all he has to do.”

“Yes, gentlemen, I promise to employ them well.”

“Now go to bed,” said the duke, and M. de Monsoreau bowed, and

went out, very happy to escape.

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