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'Thus, said the swart youth, 'I shall be within the law of my land, and gain the engines of the law on my side. He seemed to think this important. 'With your accursed scruples, cried Saint-Pol, smiting the table, 'you will gain nothing else. Within your country's law, blockhead! Why, my sister is within the Count's country by this time!
Beware an ambush. You have enemies close by. He hinted at Saint-Pol. 'I have only one enemy that I fear, Gaston, said the King; 'and he rides my horse. Do as I tell you. They obeyed; so he went under their anxious eyes. Slowly he toiled up the bridle-path which the feet of many pilgrims had worn into the turf; slowly they saw him dip from the head downwards into the splendour of the dawn.
This reminded Saint-Pol of his own words to De Gurdun; so he made haste to throw himself before the Queen, that he might still be pure in his devotion. 'My lady Berengère, he said ardently, 'take me for your soldier. I am a bad man, but surely not so bad as this. Let me fight him for you. The Queen shook her head, impatient. 'Hey! What can you do against so glorious a man?
If vice was eating his army, jealousy was eating Philip's sour little heart, and rage that of Saint-Pol. Saint-Pol, with Gurdun to back him, had determined to kill the English King; with them went, or was ready to go, Des Barres. He was not such a steady hater by any means. Some men seek temptation, others fall under it; Des Barres was of this kind.
By this time King Philip lay heaped in his bed, and had had his distempered brain wrought upon by Montferrat and his kind, Saint-Pol, Des Barres, and their kind. Richard had with him Poictevins and Angevins, men of Provence and Languedoc, Normans and English, Scots and Welshry, black Genoese, Sicilians, Pisans, and Grifons from Cyprus.
At this moment Montferrat came in, and stood by his kinsman. 'Ah, sire, said he, in those bloodhound tones of his, 'give us leave to deal in this business with free hands. 'What would you do in it, Marquess? asked the King fretfully. 'Kill him, by God, said the Marquess; and young Saint-Pol added, 'Give us his life, O lord King. King Philip thought.
Philip had won over Raymond of Toulouse, Saint-Pol heading a joint-army of theirs was near Marseilles, ready to destroy him. King Richard was to walk into a trap. By this time, you must know, he had no more to his power than the galley he rode in, and three others. He had no Des Barres, no Gaston, no Béziers; he had not even Mercadet his captain, and no thought where they might be.
She was quite white; but her eyes, burning black, had no pupils. When Saint-Pol spoke for the second time she shook beyond all control and threw her head about. Also she spoke. 'I suffer, I suffer horribly. It is cruel beyond understanding or knowledge that a girl should suffer as I suffer. Where is God? Where is Mary? Where are the angels?
There were no greetings. 'Where is your man, Marquess? asked Saint-Pol of the pale Italian. 'He is out yonder looking at the sharks, said the Marquess, in a whisper; 'but he will serve us if we dare use him. He struck at the flies weaving about his head. 'This is a horrible place, Saint-Pol, he said, staring. Saint-Pol shrugged.
The moment his back was turned began various closetings of the magnates left behind, with which I mean to fatigue the reader as little as possible. One such chamber-business I must record. To Paris in the black February weather came pelting the young Count Eustace, now by his brother's death Count of Saint-Pol. Misfortune, they say, makes of one a man or a saint.
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