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Appearing little intent upon the stag, they rode step for step with the King's brouette, and never lost sight of him. They conversed in low tones. "Excellent! Fontrailles, excellent! victory! The King takes his arm every moment. See how he smiles upon him! See! Monsieur le Grand dismounts and gets into the brouette by his side. Come, come, the old fox is done at last!" "Ah, that's nothing!
Since that time he had seen Monsieur, the Duc de Bouillon, and Fontrailles; they had become accustomed to speak before him without constraint, and he to hear them. The dangers which threatened his friend now drew him into their vortex like an invincible magnet.
"That love," said Montresor, coldly, "as Monsieur de Fontrailles had the honor of telling you, so escaped all rule and bounds that we ourselves were carried away by it, and felt seized with that enthusiasm which always transports us at the mere name of Monsieur, and which leads us on to things which we had not premeditated." "But what, then, have you done?" said the Prince.
The Laubardemonts are a very ancient and very good family." "Adieu, then, noble Monsieur," said Cinq-Mars; "go!" After having pressed the hand of Fontrailles, he sighed and disappeared in the wood, on his return to the chateau of Chambord.
"And how can he be anything else?" said Fontrailles. "If he were to take a resolution to-day in our favor it would be unfortunate." "Why so?" "Because we should be sure that to-morrow morning he would be against us." "Never mind," replied the Abbe; "the Queen is firm."
In the ardor of the rush, Cinq- Mars and Fontrailles, with the young Locmaria, forced their horses upon the rampart itself; but a brisk fusillade killed the three animals, which rolled over their masters. "Dismount all, gentlemen!" cried old Coislin; "forward with pistol and sword! Abandon your horses!" All obeyed instantly, and threw themselves in a mass upon the breach.
"I write these sad details in haste, on board a Genoese galley, into which Fontrailles, Gondi, Entraigues, Beauvau, Du Lude, myself, and others of the chief conspirators have retired. We are going to England to await until time shall deliver France from the tyrant whom we could not destroy. I abandon forever the service of the base Prince who betrayed us.
"You have spoiled all, my dear Abbe, with this mob," said Fontrailles, stamping his foot, to Gondi, who was already sufficiently nonplussed; "your good uncle has fine parishioners!" "It is not my fault," replied Gondi, in a sullen tone; "these idiots came an hour too late.
"Ergo, it is indifferent whether a thousand or one be killed. I defy you to answer that." "Nothing could be better argued, Doctor-dagger," said Fontrailles, half-laughing, "I see you will be a good travelling-companion. You shall go with me to Spain if you like." "I know you are going to take the treaty there," answered Jacques; "and I will guide you through the Pyrenees by roads unknown to man.
Fontrailles, who knew the man with whom he had to deal, said nothing, but entered with his friend, that Monsieur might have time to discharge his first fury; and when all was said, and the door carefully shut, he began to speak: "Monseigneur," said he, "we come to ask you a thousand pardons for the impertinence of these people, who will persist in crying out that they desire the death of your enemy, and that they would even wish to make you regent should we have the misfortune to lose his Majesty.
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