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'This is your room, said the count, 'I will await your orders. He went out and left me alone. My first thought was for my letter. Here it is, M. de Bussy; read."
We can compare the strokes of the heroic fighting-times with those described in later days; and, upon my word, I do not know that the short sword of Gretir, or the bill of Skarphedin, or the bow of Gunnar was better wielded than the rapier of your Bussy or the sword and shield of Kingsley's Hereward. They say your fencing is unhistorical; no doubt it is so, and you knew it.
I have been projecting one for some time, and I do not know why it has not taken place sooner." "Now Monsoreau is dead," thought Bussy, "I do not care; I will protect Diana. I will go with him, and see her." A quarter of an hour after, the prince, Bussy, and ten gentlemen rode to Meridor, with that pleasure which fine weather, turf, and youth always inspire in men on horseback.
Bussy took the, letter and read: "MY BELOVED DIANA As I do not doubt that, yielding to my prayer, you have followed the Comte de Monsoreau, he must have told you that you had the misfortune to please M. le Duc d'Anjou, and that it was this prince who had you forcibly carried away and taken to the castle of Beauge; judge by this violence of what the prince is capable, and with what you were menaced.
Each blow drew from us a shudder, a cry, and a prayer. We saw your horse fall, and we thought you lost, but it was not so; the brave Bussy merited his reputation.
In a word, he discovered all along a manifest partiality to the French, whose emissaries cajoled him with promises that he should be joined by such a body of their European troops, under M. de Bussy, as would enable him to crush the power of the English, whom they had taught him to fear and to hate.
"To me!" stammered the young man, who thought the count was mocking him. "Yes, indirectly, it is true, for here is my saviour," said he, turning to Remy, who would willingly have sunk into the earth. Then, in spite of his signs, which he took for precautions to himself, he recounted the care and skill which the young doctor had exhibited towards him. The duke frowned, and Bussy looked thunders.
"Oh! oh!" thought he, "there is M. Cruce, little Brigard and Leclerc, who dares to call himself Bussy. Peste! the bourgeoisie is grandly represented; but the nobility ah! M. de Mayneville presses the hand of Nicholas Poulain; what a touching fraternity! An orator, too!" continued he, as M. de Mayneville prepared to harangue the assembly.
"Your party, I believe, consists of M. de Bussy and myself." "Then I am tied." "Nearly so. You can do nothing without the Guises; with them, everything. Say the word, and you are king." The duke walked about for a few minutes, in great agitation, then stopped, and said, "Go on, count." "This, then, is the plan.
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."
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