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"Olivier," said Fontrailles, "go at once to Saint-Germain with Fournier and Ambrosio; I will go and give an account to Monsieur, with Montresor." All separated, and disgust accomplished, with these highborn men, what force could not bring about. Thus ended this fray, likely to bring forth great misfortunes. No one was killed in it.
Montresor, Fontrailles, the Baron de Beauvau, Olivier d'Entraigues, Gondi, the Comte du Lude, and the Advocate Fournier, disguised as soldiers, workmen, and morris-dancers, armed with poniards under their clothes, had dispersed amid the crowd more than five hundred gentlemen and domestics, disguised like themselves.
Appearing little intent upon the stag, they rode step for step with the King's brouette, and never lost sight of him. They conversed in low tones. "Excellent! Fontrailles, excellent! victory! The King takes his arm every moment. See how he smiles upon him! See! Monsieur le Grand dismounts and gets into the brouette by his side. Come, come, the old fox is done at last!" "Ah, that's nothing!
Fontrailles had seen the blow coming. He went to visit the grand equerry, and, "Sir," said he, "you are a fine figure; if you were shorter by the whole head, you would not cease to be very tall; as for me, who am already very short, nothing could be taken off me without inconveniencing me and making me cut the poorest figure in the world; you will be good enough, if you please, to let me get out of the way of edged tools."
Appearing little intent upon the stag, they rode step for step with the King's brouette, and never lost sight of him. They conversed in low tones. "Excellent! Fontrailles, excellent! victory! The King takes his arm every moment. See how he smiles upon him! See! Monsieur le Grand dismounts and gets into the brouette by his side. Come, come, the old fox is done at last!" "Ah, that's nothing!
Since that time he had seen Monsieur, the Duc de Bouillon, and Fontrailles; they had become accustomed to speak before him without constraint, and he to hear them. The dangers which threatened his friend now drew him into their vortex like an invincible magnet.
All the men immediately released their hold, and ran into the wood; a burst of savage laughter was heard, and a man approached Cinq-Mars. "Amigo, do you not recognize me? 'Tis but a joke of Jacques, the Spanish captain." Fontrailles approached, and said in a low voice to the grand ecuyer: "Monsieur, this is an enterprising fellow; I would advise you to employ him. We must neglect no chance."
If we return we shall meet the Swiss and the foot-soldiers, who are marching in this direction." "Monsieur de Fontrailles says well," said De Thou; "but if we do not return, here are these Spaniards, who are running to arms, and whose balls we shall presently have whistling about our heads."
"But I can no longer bear the cries of the people. Yes, I will help them; that is to say," continued the Prince, "so that my dignity is not compromised, and that my name does not appear in the matter." "Well, but it is precisely that which we want," exclaimed Fontrailles, a little more at his ease. "See, Monseigneur, there are already some names to put after yours, who will not fear to sign.
He already began to approach them, turning his hair with his fingers, when Fontrailles and Montresor fortunately arrived in the dress of Swiss soldiers. A group of gentlemen, disguised as sailors, followed them with iron-shod staves in their hands. There was a paleness on their faces which announced no good. "Stop here!" said one of them to his suite; "this is the place."
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