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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Go up-stairs, lift up the bedclothes, look at his neck, and you will see." "You frighten me." "I say no more. The Pope did you honor in choosing your house for the scene of his vengeance." Then Chicot put ten crowns into the hand of the host, and went down to the stable to get out the horses. M. Bernouillet went up and found Gorenflot praying. He looked as directed, and found the wound.
"Not a word about my relation." "Of course not." "Nor of me." "Oh, no! But hush! here is some one." "Oh, it is the worthy man himself!" The host turned to Gorenflot, and made a sign of the leaguers. Gorenflot was struck with terror and astonishment. "Reply, my brother," said Chicot; "he is a member." "Of what?" "Of the Holy Union," said Bernouillet, in a low tone.
Chicot ran to the window, and saw a lackey waiting with a horse, which M. de Gondy mounted and rode off. "If he only has not carried off the genealogy. Never mind, I shall soon catch him if necessary; but I suspect it is left here. Where can Gorenflot be?" M. Bernouillet returned, saying, "He is gone." "The confessor?" "He is no more a confessor than I am."
"Will you send me my brother as soon as he comes in." "Even if he be drunk?" "Whatever state he is in." Bernouillet went, and Chicot remained in a state of indecision as to what to do, for he thought, "If David is really so ill, he may have sent on the despatches by Gondy." Presently he heard Gorenflot's voice, singing a drinking song as he came up the stairs. "Silence, drunkard!" said Chicot.
Is it not odd?" "Very droll." "I wish I could hear them." "Go in." "He forbade me to go in, saying he was going to confess." "Listen at the door." Bernouillet went, and Chicot went also to his hole: but they spoke so low that he could hear nothing, and in a few minutes Gondy rose and took leave.
"M. Bernouillet," said he, "a great event has taken place in your house." "What do you mean?" "The hateful royalist, the enemy of our religion upstairs, received to-day a messenger from Rome." "I know that: it was I who told you." "Well, our holy father, the Pope, had sent him to this conspirator, who, however, probably did not suspect for what purpose." "And why did he come?"
Neither David, the League, nor religion occupied him; he thought of nothing but how to vary his dinner and wine, so that Bernouillet often exclaimed in astonishment, "To think that that man should be a torrent of eloquence!" At last M. Bernouillet came into Chicot's room, laughing immoderately. "He is dying," said he, "and the man has arrived from Avignon." "Have you seen him?" "Of course."
On the morning of the sixth day he declared himself ill, and the next day worse. Bernouillet came joyfully to tell Chicot. "What! do you think him in danger?" "High fever, my dear brother; he is delirious, and tried to strangle me and beat my servants. The doctors do not understand his complaint." "Have you seen him?" "Yes; I tell you he tried to strangle me." "How did he seem?"
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