Chicot the Jester. Dumas Alexandre

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      “But where can he be?”

      “I should rather ask you.”

      “Oh, pardieu, tell me about it, it is very droll.”

      The poor woman looked at him with astonishment.

      “No, it is very sad, I mean. I have lost much blood, and scarcely know what I am saying. Tell me this lamentable story, madame.”

      Jeanne told all she knew; how the king had carried him off, the shutting of the doors of the Louvre, and the message of the guards.

      “Ah! very well, I understand,” said Bussy.

      “How! you understand.”

      “Yes; his majesty took him to the Louvre and once there he could not come out again.”

      “And why not?”

      “Ah! that is a state secret.”

      “But my father went to the Louvre, and I also, and the guards said they did not know what we meant.”

      “All the more reason that he should be there.”

      “You think so?”

      “I am sure of it, and if you wish to be so also – ”

      “How?”

      “By seeing.”

      “Can I?”

      “Certainly.”

      “But if I go there, they win send me away, as they did before.”

      “Would you like to go in?”

      “But if he is not there?”

      “I tell you he is there. Come; but they will not let in the wife of St. Luc.”

      “You laugh at me, and it is very cruel in my distress.”

      “No, dear lady, listen. You are young, you are tall, and have black eyes; you are like my youngest page, who looked so well in the cloth of gold yesterday.”

      “Ah I what folly, M. Bussy,” cried Jeanne, blushing.

      “I have no other method but this. If you wish to see St. Luc – ”

      “Oh! I would give all the world to see him.”

      “Well, I promise that you shall without giving anything.”

      “Oh, but – ”

      “I told you how.”

      “Well, I will do it; shall I send for the dress?”

      “No, I will send you a new one I have at home; then you must join me this evening at the Rue St. Honoré. and we will go together to the Louvre.” Jeanne began to laugh, and gave her hand to Bussy.

      “Pardon my suspicions,” said she.

      “Willingly,” and taking leave he went home to prepare.

      Bussy and Madame de St. Luc met at the appointed time; Jeanne looked beautiful in her disguise. At the end of the Rue St. Germain-l’Auxerrois they met a large party in which Bussy recognized the Duc d’Anjou and his train.

      “Ah,” said he, “we will make a triumphal entry into the Louvre.”

      “Eh! monseigneur,” cried he to the duke.

      The prince turned. “You, Bussy!” cried he joyfully, “I heard you were badly wounded, and I was going to your hotel.”

      “Ma foi, monseigneur, if I am not dead, it is thanks to no one but myself. You get me into nice situations; that ball at St. Luc’s was a regular snare, and they have nearly drained all the blood out of my body.”

      “They shall pay for it, Bussy; they shall pay dearly.”

      “Yes, you say so,” said Bussy, with his usual liberty, “and you will smile on the first you meet.”

      “Well! accompany me to the Louvre, and you shall see.”

      “What shall I see, monseigneur?”

      “How I will speak to my brother.”

      “You promise me reparation?”

      “I promise you shall be content. You hesitate still, I believe.”

      “Monseigneur, I know you so well.”

      “Come, I tell you.”

      “This is good for you,” whispered Bussy to Jeanne. “There will be a quarrel between the brothers, and meanwhile you can find St. Luc.”

      “Well,” said he to the prince, “I follow you; if I am insulted, at least I can always revenge myself.”

      And he took his place near the duke, while his page kept close to him.

      “Revenge yourself; no, Bussy,” said the prince, “I charge myself with it. I know your assassins,” added he, in a low tone.

      “What! your highness has taken the trouble to inquire?”

      “I saw them.”

      “How so?” cried Bussy, astonished.

      “Oh! I had business myself at the Porte St. Antoine. They barely missed killing me in your place. Ah! I did not know it was you they were waiting for, or else – ”

      “Well?”

      “Had you this new page with you?” asked the prince, without finishing his sentence.

      “No, I was alone, and you?”

      “I had Aurilly with me; and why were you alone?”

      “Because I wish to preserve my name of the brave Bussy.”

      “And they wounded you?”

      “I do not wish to give them the pleasure of knowing it, but I had a severe wound in the side.”

      “Ah! the wretches; Aurilly said he was sure they were bent on mischief.”

      “How! you saw the ambush, you were with Aurilly, who uses his sword as well as his lute, you thought they had bad intentions, and you did not watch to give aid?”

      “I did not know who they were waiting for.”

      “Mort diable! when you saw the king’s friends, you might have known it was against some friends of yours. Now, as there is hardly any one but myself who has courage to be your friend, you might have guessed that it was I.”

      “Oh! perhaps you are right, my dear Bussy, but I did not think of all that.”

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