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"To say those words, I forgive you, when there is nothing to forgive?" "Oh," cried Carrbroke hoarsely, and he looked sharply round to see if they were observed, before snatching and tightly grasping Denis's extended hands.
"My dear young friend," he said, "you do not recognise who it is speaking. It is the King's friend, the Comte de la Seine. The ballroom was hot, and these corridors calm, cool, and refreshing. The Comte is only going round this way to reach his apartment. We can reach it down this passage, can we not?" "No, sir," said Carrbroke quietly.
"Ye-es, I think I do," said Denis, and the colour on his cheeks grew a little deeper, and then deeper still, and he winced a little as if he felt that Carrbroke's searching eyes were reading his inmost thoughts; and then he started and felt worse, for it seemed to him that his companion suspected his reasons for being there, so that he was ready to utter a sigh of relief when Carrbroke said: "Well, you needn't look like that.
"We have all kinds of places hidden in the walls. Have you got any here?" Carrbroke nodded. "I say, we are friends, aren't we?" "Of course; the best of friends." "Then I'll show you something; only it's a secret. Not that it matters about you knowing it, as you are not going to live here. It's something I found out myself.
"Boy, you make me begin to live." "Shall I tell you something more, sir?" "There can be nothing more that I wish to hear," whispered Leoni. "Boy, you have filled an empty void. But speak; tell me what more you have to say." "The King has a secret passage whose door is in the arras two chambers down the long corridor farther on." "Young Carrbroke told you so?" "Yes." "Bah!
Carrbroke was quite right, for the rain began streaming down; and a few minutes afterwards the two lads were in the royal apartments, which were quite deserted, and Carrbroke was proudly showing the different pictures, King Henry's armour, and choice collections of weapons of war.
Carrbroke made a movement of dissent. "They laugh at me here," he said, "because I fish. Lord Hurst would have one always wearing one's best and acting the courtier; but the King loves sport, and so do I. Let's go this way, and enter the palace by another door. There will be supper soon, and one must eat."
In another minute you will not feel the same. Come, Master Carrbroke, let us both finish dressing our patient and get him to his breakfast." "Oh, I couldn't have believed it," cried Denis, five minutes later. "Master Carrbroke " "Ned," said the young man correctively. "Ned always to my friends."
"No," said Carrbroke; "no more do I, unless you swallowed it to keep the poison from doing harm. Perhaps it's all nonsense. But the King believes it, I suppose." "Why do you say so?" asked Denis. "Because he's got a lot of such things in here. I say, don't you feel as if you'd like to smuggle some of them?" "What!" cried Denis, flushing scarlet and gazing wildly in his companion's eyes.
And in his rage he drew back his arm as if to thrust at the youth who was lying upon the heavy couch. "No sleeper, your Majesty," cried the chamberlain, bending over Carrbroke, to raise his eyelids one by one. "Pah!" he ejaculated. "The odour is quite strong. The poor lad has been drugged by some pungent medicament."
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