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Updated: June 23, 2025
"My mistress thanks M. du Bouchage for having provided thus for her safety, and accepts with gratitude your obliging offer." "It is well," said Aurilly, "the horses are ready." "Come, madame, come," said Remy, offering his arm to Diana. Aurilly waited at the bottom of the staircase, lantern in hand, all anxiety to see the lady. "Diable!" murmured he, "she has a mask.
"Ah! that is a good idea, and I will go and look for a ladder for you." Aurilly glided into the courtyard, and under a shed found what he wanted. He maneuvered it among horses and men so skillfully as to wake no one, and placed it in the street against the outer wall.
"But if Monseigneur the Duc d'Anjou suspects my mistress of loving M. du Bouchage, or M. de Joyeuse, how did he come to think of carrying her off from him she loved?" "My good man," said Aurilly, "you have trivial ideas, and I fear we shall never understand each other; I have preferred kindness to violence, but if you force me to change my plans, well! I will change them." "What will you do?"
I am Diana de Meridor, the mistress of Monsieur de Bussy, whom the Duc d'Anjou miserably allowed to perish when he could have saved him. Eight days since Remy slew Aurilly, the duke's accomplice, and the prince himself I have just poisoned with a peach, a bouquet, and a torch. Move aside, monsieur move aside, I say, for Diana de Meridor, who is on her way to the Convent des Hospitalieres."
Will you name yourself, or keep incognito?" "Armed men an ambush!" "Some jealous lover; I said the lady was too beautiful not to be watched." "Let us enter quickly, Aurilly; we are safer within doors." "Yes, monseigneur, if there are not enemies within; but how do you know " He had not time to finish.
That of Aurilly, frightened by the howling of the wolves, which began to draw nearer, had fled into the woods. When Diana recovered herself, she and Remy, without exchanging a single word, continued their route toward Chateau-Thierry. The day after the events that we have just related had taken place in the forest of La Fere, the king of France left his bath at about nine in the morning.
"But what does monseigneur want?" "Monseigneur," said Aurilly, trying again to slip the gold into Remy's hand, "is in love with your mistress." "He knows her, then?" "He has seen her." "Seen her! when?" "This evening." "Impossible; she has not left her room." "No, but the prince, by his conduct, has shown that he is really in love." "Why, what did he do?"
Aurilly opened the second door and saw Schomberg reclining on a kind of couch, from which he amused himself by sending from a tube little balls of earth through a gold ring, suspended from the ceiling by a silk thread, while a favorite dog brought him back the balls as they fell. "Ah! guten morgen, M. Aurilly, you see I am amusing myself while I wait for my audience." "But where is monseigneur?"
"Monseigneur," said Joyeuse, with a glance at the musician, "I am no singer to need an accompaniment when I speak." "Very good, duke; be quiet, Aurilly. Then you disapprove of a coup de main on Antwerp?" "Yes, monseigneur." "I adopted this plan in council, however." "Therefore, monseigneur, I speak with much hesitation, after so many distinguished captains."
Aurilly obeyed, and the blood fell over the clothes of the duke, who, however, raised the coat of the dead man, and drew out the paper which he had signed. "This is all I wanted," said he; "so now let us go." "And Diana?" "Ma foi! I care no more for her. Untie her and St. Luc, and let them go." Aurilly disappeared.
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