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Have I dreamed or not? And my horse! My horse must have been found dead on the place. Doctor, pray call some one." The doctor called a valet. Bussy inquired, and heard that the animal, bleeding and mutilated, had dragged itself to the door of the hotel, and had been found there.
That officer, protesting that he acknowledged no authority in the Duke of Lancaster, obeyed the mandate of the regent. The next morning the three fugitives, the Earl of Wiltshire, Bussy, and Greene, were executed by order of the constable and marshal of the host.
"Come, that is already a step towards the happiness I promised you." "And the baron, what sort of a man is he?" "A perfect gentleman, a preux chevalier, who, had he lived in King Arthur's time, would have had a place at his round table." "And," said Bussy, steadying his voice, "to whom is his daughter married?" "Diana married?" "Would that be extraordinary?"
De Bussy thanked him very sincerely for his politeness, but begged to be excused, as he had already engaged four seconds to accompany him, and he was afraid that if he took any more, the affair would become a battle instead of a duel. When such quarrels as these were looked upon as mere matters of course, the state of society must have been indeed awful.
Monsoreau had told the duke the night before that he might reckon on Bussy; this change, therefore, must have been occasioned by Diana's note. "Then," said the duke, "you abandon your chief and master?" "Monseigneur, he who is about to risk his life in a bloody duel, as ours will be, has but one master, and it is to Him my last devotions will be paid."
Agile as a tiger, he bounded on him, and touched him in the throat; but the distance was too great, it was only a scratch. Five or six men rushed on Bussy, but one fell beneath the sword of St. Luc. "Remy!" cried Bussy, "carry away Diana." Monsoreau uttered a yell and snatched a pistol from one of the men. Remy hesitated. "But you?" said he. "Away! away! I confide her to you."
While M. la Huriere piled signature upon signature, while Chicot consigned Gorenflot to the Corne d'Abondance, while Bussy returned to life in the happy little garden full of perfume and love, the king, annoyed at all he had seen in the city, and furious against his brother, whom he had seen pass in the Rue St.
"Pardon me, M. d'Epernon, you were behind the others, as usual, and I have so little the pleasure of knowing you, that it was not for me to speak first." It was strange to see Bussy smiling and calm among those four furious faces, whose eyes spoke with so terrible an eloquence, that he must have been blind or stupid not to have understood their language. But Bussy never lost his smile.
He reached the place on the 6th of February. During his four months absence the failure of Bussy to appear with his troops, and the arrival of Bickerton, who had shown himself on both coasts, had seriously injured the French cause.
There never was more of a gay, lilting, impudent courage than those four mousquetaires displayed with such splendid coolness and spirit. But compare it with the fight which Bussy made, single-handed, against the assassins hired by Monsereau and authorized by that effeminate fop, the Due D'Anjou. Of course you remember it.
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