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I hurried downstairs, leaving Jacques to pack, and was only just in time to receive my guest.
'A hundred pardons, monsieur; but I overslept myself.'
"Tis a sleepy place,' he answered, 'there is nothing to do but to sleep.'
'Surely there is something to love.'
'Not a decent ankle under a petticoat.'
'At any rate we can eat. Come, sit you down. My ride has made me hungry as a wolf, and I have far to go.'
The dinner was excellent, the Armagnac of the finest vintage, and d'Aubusson to all appearances a gay frank-hearted fellow, and we became very friendly as the wine cup pa.s.sed.
'Tell me what induced M. de Sancy to quarter his company here?' I asked towards the close of the meal, as the lieutenant was cursing his luck at being stationed at Rouvres.
He burst out laughing; 'Oh! M. de Sancy has a government and five thousand livres a year to maintain his company, and being a pious soul has enlisted all the saints, and keeps them as far as possible from the temptations of Paris.'
'Enlisted the saints!'
'Yes--this Armagnac is excellent--yes, the saints. Our gentlemen are all from heaven--there is St. Andre, St. Vincent, St. Martin, St.
Blaise, St. Loy, St. Pol, and half the calendar besides!'
'Ha! ha! the heavenly host.'
'Oh! I am proud, I a.s.sure you. I command the company from Paradise.'
'Or the gendarmes of the Kyrielle.'
'_Noel_! _Noel!_' he called out gaily, and as he did so we heard a clatter of hoofs in the courtyard, and a few moments afterwards the landlord ushered in two gentlemen. It took me but a glance to recognise in one the Italian Zamet, and in the other the Chevalier Lafin. It cost me an effort to compose myself, so much was I startled; but I comforted myself with the a.s.surance that I was unknown to them, and that an arrest would be no easy matter with Sancy's company at hand. Beyond bowing to us, however, as they pa.s.sed, they took no further notice of me for the present, and contented themselves with ordering some wine, and conversing in low tones at the table at which they sat.
Nevertheless, it was a piece of ill luck. These men were evidently back on their way to Paris, and by coming through Rouvres had stumbled upon me in such a manner as to hold me at serious disadvantage. My one consolation was that Zamet did not look like a fighting man, and as for the other, there was an equal chance for each of us; but I had no idea what their force might be outside. It turned out that it was very small, and it was owing to this that the incident I am about to describe ended so peacefully. A look or two in our direction appeared to indicate that the new arrivals were discussing us, and my doubts were soon set at rest by a lackey entering and holding a brief whispered talk with Zamet. He dismissed the man quietly, and then bending forward said something to Lafin, and both, rising, approached us.
'Monsieur will pardon me,' said Zamet, addressing me with his lisping Italian accent, 'but I understand that you entered Rouvres late last night.'
'Yes,' I answered, whilst d'Aubusson raised his eyebrows and leaned back in his chair, twirling his moustache.
'Then would you be so kind as to inform me, if you came by the road from Anet, whether you met a wounded horseman riding this way?'
'Before I answer any questions, will you be good enough to tell me who you are, gentlemen?'
'I am Zamet, Comptroller of the King's household,' replied the Italian.
'And I the Chevalier de Lafin, nephew and heir to the Vidame de Chartres.'
'I see no reason to reply to your question, messieurs, even if you are the persons you name.'
Zamet smiled slightly, with a meaning look towards Lafin, who burst out:
'Have a care, monsieur, remember I follow the Marshal duc de Biron.'
'Of Burgundy and La Bresse,' I added with a sneer, rising from my seat, my hand on my sword hilt.
'It is he,' exclaimed the Italian, and Lafin, who saw my movement, stepped back half a pace, not from fear, but to gain room to draw his weapon.
'My dear lieutenant,' and I turned to d'Aubusson, 'you complain that this is a dull place. We shall now have some relaxation. These gentlemen want a question answered, and I say certainly--I suggest the garden as a suitable place for our conference. Will you do me the favour to look on?'
'That will be slower than ever for me. If you will allow me to join you?'
'Delighted. You are my guest, and it will make us exactly two to two.
Now, gentlemen,' I will answer your question on the lawn.' Whilst we were speaking, some hurried words pa.s.sed between Lafin and Zamet, and as I turned to them with my invitation the Italian answered:
'There was no offence meant, monsieur. We had business with the man from Anet,' he looked hard at me as he spoke, 'and at present we have not leisure to attend to you. We will, therefore, not intrude on you further. We but stay for a gla.s.s of wine, and then press onwards.'
'Hum!' exclaimed d'Aubusson, surveying him from head to bootheel, and then turning an equally contemptuous look at Lafin, 'you are very disobliging gentlemen.'
'This is not to be borne,' burst out Lafin. 'Come, sir----'
But Zamet again interposed.
'_Diavolo!_ Chevalier, your courage is known. We will settle with these gentlemen another day--you forget. Will you risk all now? 'His companion put back his half-drawn sword with a curse and a snap, and, turning on his heel, went to the other end of the room, followed by Zamet. There they drank their wine and departed, and an hour later I also started. D'Aubusson insisted on accompanying me part of the way with a couple of his saints, and, as we approached the Paris gate, we observed a man riding slowly, a little ahead of us. 'I recognise the grey,' said Jacques, coming to my side. 'Monsieur, that is one of the three servants the two gentlemen who have gone before had with them.'
This small force accounted, as I have said, for the moderation Zamet had shown; but it flashed upon me that the lackey had been left behind for no other purpose than that of observing our route. Even if I was wrong in this surmise it was well to be prudent, and turning to d'Aubusson I said:
'Monsieur, I wish to be frank with you. It is true that I am bearing news to Paris which will be of the greatest service to the King; but my name is not de Preaulx.'
'I know that,' he said quietly, 'I am of the Anjoumois, and there is no such name there.'
'And you did not arrest me?'
'Why the devil should I? The land is at peace, and I have been Monsieur "I-Don't-Know-What" before now myself. Besides, you were in my hands at the _Grand Cerf_. You are in my hands now. But I wanted to know more, and when I saw that you were an object of M. Zamet's attentions I knew you were on our side.'
'Exactly so, and I owe you much for this. There is another favour I would ask.'
'And it is?'
'That you stop the man riding ahead of us until this evening.'
'As it will annoy Zamet, I shall do so with pleasure. I had half a mind to stop the shoemaker himself.'
With this allusion to Zamet's ign.o.ble origin he turned and gave a short order to his men. As we came up to the gate the man before us slackened pace so as to let us pa.s.s, with the obvious intention, so I thought, of following me at his convenience. He had hardly pulled rein when the two saints closed in, one on each side of him, and in a trice he was in their hands. He protested violently, as might have been expected, but in vain, and we waited until he was well out of sight on his way to the guard-room.
At the gate we asked which way Zamet and his party had gone.
'By Tacoignieres, messieurs,' answered the sentinel.
'Then my way is by Septeuil,' I said. 'I owe you a long debt, M.
d'Aubusson, and will repay. We shall meet again.'