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There was some difficulty about Pierrebon and the horses; but in this Le Brusquet again came to my aid, and it was settled that Pierrebon should find shelter in a house in the Rue Tire Boudin, which belonged to Monsieur Blaise de Lorgnac, Seigneur of Malezieux, and lieutenant of the Queen's guard, the same being a tried and true friend of my new-found benefactor.
Can you trust me enough to put yourself in my hands? I will not fail you. It is not Le Brusquet the King's jester, but Nicholas d'Ayen, Sieur de Besme, of the Quercy, who pledges his word." We stared each other in the face, and my good genius came to my elbow. "Yes," I said. In short, it was arranged that I should meet him towards sunset at the entrance to the tennis court, east of the Louvre.
This much I know, I am the bearer of a letter, the delivery of which must not be delayed, and I must leave Paris with the dawn, or before horse or no horse." "The horses I said were my care," De Lorgnac said. And then turning to Le Brusquet: "Await me on the steps that lead to the eastern gallery; I am relieved in less than an hour.
"O gai!" burst the chorus, almost unconsciously, from those around her, and with a flush on her face and a smile on her lips Mary of Scotland moved from the harp, and was immediately lost to view in the circle of those who crowded around her. I looked for my companions. Mademoiselle Davila had found a lanky page to flirt with; Le Brusquet seemed to have vanished; but De Lorgnac was at hand.
His face was pale and grave, his boots and clothes splashed with mud, and there were red spots on the whiteness of his ruffles. For one moment Le Brusquet stared at his friend, and then sprang up. "What has happened?" he cried. "Everything and for the worst. They are taken." "Taken! You mean " "I mean Mademoiselle de Paradis and Orrain, and others besides.
Ere he answered Le Brusquet slipped his arm through that of the page, who seemed to be meditating flight. "That, mademoiselle," he said slyly, "is a secret between De Lorges and myself." Mademoiselle coloured very prettily, and half turning from her tormentor, said: "I shall never speak to you again, monsieur never."
Half unconsciously he let his glance rest upon it, and then a strange expression came into his face, and holding up the letters, he asked Le Brusquet, with apparent unconcern: "You have not looked at the writing, have you?" "Not I! I dare swear 'tis some woman. Nothing else would be tied with red ribbon and scented with musk. Throw the thing away. It is too thick with memories of that traitor.
The vaulted roof above us was dim with the smoke that rose from the torches, and there was everywhere the subdued murmur of voices, as people passed and repassed, or stood in small knots conversing. So great was the change that I could not avoid noticing it; and Le Brusquet explained that it was always so when any of the royal children, who lived at St. Germain-en-Laye, visited the Queen.
It was then that a cold hand touched my wrist, and a voice whispered in my ear: "There are two days yet; do nothing rash!" I turned swiftly, and saw Le Brusquet at my elbow, and behind him the tall figure of De Lorgnac; unknown to me he had followed me here. "Come with us!" he said; and I made no answer, but did as I was bidden, and placing me between them we went back together to the Louvre.
He bade us haste if we wished to quit the Louvre ere the pontlevis were raised, and hurrying after him we made our way to the southern gate, the only one open. As we went onwards the desolation that marked the entrance to the Queen's apartments was no longer visible. Ever and again we were stopped and challenged by sentries. "Hein!" exclaimed Le Brusquet, "the Scots archers keep good ward."
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