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The hot impatience of his heart would not Permit him to remain at Paris; he At Amiens awaits the joyful tidings; And thence to Calais reach his posts to bring With winged swiftness to his tranced ear The sweet consent which, still we humbly hope, Your royal lips will graciously pronounce. ELIZABETH. Press me no further now, Count Bellievre.
I was very glad of his company, since it took me out of myself, and gave me less opportunity for brooding. "Did Monsieur Bellièvre and the Englishman escape from Montcontour?" he asked, as we reached the open country. "Yes, we shall meet them both at Saintes; but about yourself I was afraid you were killed." "So was I," he laughed. "Monsieur, it was a terrible day, and a still more terrible night.
"I have told Monsieur Bellièvre what I think, and asked his advice. But still, I cannot return without the Admiral's commands." The next morning Jacques came early to my room before I had risen. "Monsieur," he said, "will you get up? A strange thing has happened." "A strange thing?" I repeated, springing from the bed.
First, we rout Cossé an easy matter; second, we continue our march to Paris, defeating Monseigneur on the way; third, we dictate terms of peace at the Louvre." "And fourth," laughed Roger, "we appoint Monsieur Felix Bellièvre Marshal of France, and advance him to the highest dignity!"
They said you were killed, and that your friend Monsieur Bellièvre was distracted, and there was another gentleman, an Englishman, who looked very unhappy. But we fetched a surgeon, who patched you up, and we carried you here." "Where, Jacques?" "The city of Limoges, monsieur. You are lodged at a comfortable inn, and now you have talked enough."
Next day President Bellievre came to me on the part of the King, with an offer of seven abbeys, provided I would quit my archbishopric; but he opened his mind to me with entire freedom, and said he could not but think what a fool the Sicilian was to send him on such an errand.
"Yes, he was with me at the beginning of the last battle, but I have not seen him since. He may have escaped though, for all that; numbers besides ourselves got away. Bellièvre is safe, and so is Roger Braund. They have acted like heroes!" "I saw them both," said Jeanne, blushing prettily; "Monsieur Braund has been wounded." "Yes," I replied laughing, "he will need a skilful nurse.
Lifting him from his horse, we laid him on the plain and turned away. On that awful day no one had leisure for sorrow; the sorrow would come afterwards. It was useless now attempting to return to the Admiral, so I joined my English comrade. "You are hurt?" I said anxiously. "A trifle; no more. Where is Bellièvre?" "With the Admiral. Coligny is badly wounded. We have lost the battle."
The presidents of Nismes, Novion, and Bellievre have revealed to you their courageous but fruitless resistance to the condemnation to death of the Duke de la Vallette. "The presidents and councils of sovereign courts have been imprisoned, banished, suspended a thing before unheard of because they have raised their voices for the king or for the public.
Encouraged by our escape, and more so by the strange manner of it, we rode on with light hearts, chatting gaily about our past adventures, and looking forward with confidence to our safe arrival at Rochelle. "I suppose you will throw in your lot with us," said Bellièvre, as we lay sheltering one noon from the sun's heat; "it is a great honour to belong to the Admiral's household."
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