The Forty-Five Guardsmen. Dumas Alexandre
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sire."
"Oh! I thought you were in love with a beautiful lady?"
"Yes, sire, so I was; but imagine that this evening, after having given my lesson to Du Bouchage, I went to see her, with my head full of his love story, and, believing myself almost as much in love as he, I found a trembling frightened woman, and thinking I had disturbed her somehow, I tried to reassure her, but it was useless. I interrogated her, but she did not reply. I tried to embrace her, and she turned her head away. I grew angry, and we quarreled: and she told me she should never be at home to me any more."'
"Poor Joyeuse; what did you do?"
"Pardieu, sire! I took my hat and cloak, bowed, and went out, without once looking back."
"Bravo, Joyeuse; it was courageous."
"The more so, sire, that I thought I heard her sigh."
"But you will return?"
"No, I am proud."
"Well, my friend, this rupture is for your good."
"Perhaps so, sire; but I shall probably be horribly ennuyé for a week, having nothing to do. It may perhaps amuse me, however, as it is something new, and I think it distingué."
"Certainly it is, I have made it so," said the king. "However, I will occupy you with something."
"Something lazy, I hope?"
A second noise came from the chair; one might have thought the dog was laughing at the words of Joyeuse.
"What am I to do, sire?" continued Joyeuse.
"Get on your boots."
"Oh! that is against all my ideas."
"Get on horseback."
"On horseback! impossible."
"And why?"
"Because I am an admiral, and admirals have nothing to do with horses."
"Well, then, admiral, if it be not your place to mount a horse, it is so at all events to go on board ship. So you will start at once for Rouen, where you will find your admiral's ship, and make ready to sail immediately for Antwerp."
"For Antwerp!" cried Joyeuse, in a tone as despairing as though he had received an order for Canton or Valparaiso.
"I said so," replied the king, in a cold and haughty tone, "and there is no need to repeat it."
Joyeuse, without making the least further resistance, fastened his cloak and took his hat.
"What a trouble I have to make myself obeyed," continued Henri. "Ventrebleu! if I forget sometimes that I am the master, others might remember it."
Joyeuse bowed stifly, and said, "Your orders, sire?"
The king began to melt. "Go," said he, "to Rouen, where I wish you to embark, unless you prefer going by land to Brussels."
Joyeuse did not answer, but only bowed.
"Do you prefer the land route, duke?" asked Henri.
"I have no preference when I have an order to execute, sire."
"There, now you are sulky. Ah! kings have no friends."
"Those who give orders can only expect to find servants."
"Monsieur," replied the king, angry again, "you will go then to Rouen; you will go on board your ship, and will take the garrisons of Caudebec, Harfleur, and Dieppe, which I will replace afterward. You will put them on board six transports, and place them at the service of my brother, who expects aid from me."
"My commission, if you please, sire."
"And since when have you been unable to act by virtue of your rank as admiral?"
"I only obey, sire; and, as much as possible, avoid responsibility."
"Well, then, M. le Duc, you will receive the commission at your hotel before you depart."
"And when will that be?"
"In an hour."
Joyeuse bowed and turned to the door. The king's heart misgave him. "What!" cried he, "not even the courtesy of an adieu? You are not polite, but that is a common reproach to naval people."
"Pardon me, sire, but I am a still worse courtier than I am a seaman;" and shutting the door violently, he went out.
"See how those love me, for whom I have done so much," cried the king; "ungrateful Joyeuse!"
"Well, are you going to recall him?" said Chicot, advancing. "Because, for once in your life, you have been firm, you repent it."
"Ah! so you think it very agreeable to go to sea in the month of October? I should like to see you do it."
"You are quite welcome to do so; my greatest desire just now is to travel."
"Then if I wish to send you somewhere you will not object to go?"
"Not only I do not object, but I request it."
"On a mission?"
"Yes."
"Will you go to Navarre?"
"I would go to the devil."
"You are joking."
"No; since my death I joke no more."
"But you refused just now to quit Paris."
"I was wrong, and I repent. I will go to Navarre, if you will send me."
"Doubtless; I wish it."
"I wait your orders, gracious prince," said Chicot, assuming the same attitude as Joyeuse.
"But you do not know if the mission will suit you. I have certain projects of embroiling Margot with her husband."
"Divide to reign was the A B C of politics one hundred years ago."
"Then you have no repugnance?"
"It does not concern me; do as you wish. I am ambassador, that is all; and as long as I am inviolable, that is all I care for."
"But now you must know what to say to my brother-in-law."
"I say anything! Certainly not."
"Not?"
"I will go where you like, but I will say nothing."
"Then you refuse?"
"I refuse to give a message, but I will take a letter."
"Well, I will give you a letter."
"Give it me, then."
"What! you do not think such a letter can be written at once. It must be well weighed and considered."
"Well, then, think over it. I will come or send for it early to-morrow."
"Why not sleep here?"
"Here?"
"Yes, in your chair."
"I sleep no more at the Louvre."
"But you must know my intentions concerning Margot and her husband. My letter will make a noise, and they will question you; you must be able to reply."
"Mon Dieu!" said Chicot, shrugging his shoulders, "how obtuse you are, great king. Do you think I am going to carry a letter a hundred and fifty leagues without knowing what is in it? Be easy, the first halt I make I shall open your letter and read it. What! have you sent ambassadors for ten years to all parts of the world, and know no better than that? Come, rest in peace, and I will return to my solitude."
"Where is it?"
"In the cemetery of the Grands-Innocens, great prince."
Henri looked at him in astonishment again.
"Ah! you did not expect that," said Chicot. "Well, till to-morrow, when I or my messenger will come – "
"How shall I know your messenger when he arrives?"
"He will say he comes from the shade." And Chicot disappeared so rapidly as almost to reawaken the king's fears as to whether he were a shade or not.
CHAPTER XVI.
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