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"And in which a poor young fellow lost his life," growled the Vicomte. "It was practically a murder." "Nay, monsieur," I cried, with a sudden heat that set them staring at me; "there you do him wrong. Monsieur de Bardelys was opposed to the best blade in France.
Is it strange, therefore, that in this challenge flung at me with such insistence, a business that at first I disliked grew presently to beckon me with its novelty and its promise of new sensations? "Is your spirit dead, Monsieur de Bardelys?" Chatellerault was gibing, when my silence had endured some moments. "Is the cock that lately crowed so lustily now dumb?
At my question he suddenly looked up. The ghost of a smile hung on his sensuous lips, for all that excitement had paled his countenance beyond its habit. "Monsieur le Marquis." said he rising, "I take your wager, and I pledge my lands in Normandy against yours of Bardelys. Should you lose, they will no longer call you the Magnificent; should I lose I shall be a beggar.
You have flung insults and epithets at me enough to earn the cutting of a dozen throats. You have dubbed me cheat and thief" he choked in his passion "until you have had your fill is it not so? Now, listen to me, Master Bardelys, master spy, master buffoon, master masquerader! What manner of proceeding was yours to go to Lavedan under a false name? How call you that?
In short, I played the eavesdropper I, Marcel Saint-Pol de Bardelys.
"It signifies that, although fully conscious of having won, I prefer to acknowledge that I have lost. I make over to you thus my estates of Bardelys, because, monsieur, I have come to realize that that wager was an infamous one one in which a gentleman should have had no part and the only atonement I can make to myself, my honour, and the lady whom we insulted is that."
If you have interests of your own to serve, serve them. As for myself I am past being interested." "But why, monsieur?" the chevalier inquired. "Why?" echoed Chatellerault, his ferocity welling up again. Then, swinging round, he came straight at me, as a bull makes a charge. "Monsieur de Bardelys!" he blazed. "Bardelys!" gasped Saint-Eustache in the background. "What now?"
"His intendant, an insolent knave of the name of Rodenard, informed me that this Bardelys projected visiting me. He has not come, and I devoutly hope that he may not come. Trouble enough had I to rid myself of his servants, and but for Monsieur de Lesperon's well-conceived suggestion they might still be here." "You have never met him, monsieur?" inquired the Chevalier.
"Monsieur conceives that I have made a boast?" quoth I, keeping my temper. "Your words suggested one else I do not know the meaning of words. They suggested that where I have failed you could succeed, if you had a mind to try. I have challenged you, Bardelys. I challenge you again.
"I had not thought to find so many here," said he. And his next words contained the cause of his dejected air. "The King, Monsieur de Bardelys, has refused to see me; and when the sun is gone, we lesser bodies of the courtly firmament must needs turn for light and comfort to the moon." And he made me a sweeping bow. "Meaning that I rule the night?" quoth I, and laughed.
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