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Updated: May 18, 2025
Chicot had good legs, and he would have made the best use of them to join the man who had beaten Gorenflot if he had not imagined that there might be danger in trying to recognize a man who so evidently wished to avoid it.
"Corbleu!" cried Gorenflot, "I hated you before, Valois, but now I despise you! Sign, or you shall perish by my hand!" "Have patience," said the king; "let me pray to my divine Master for resignation." "He wishes to reflect again," said Gorenflot. "Give him till midnight," said the cardinal.
"I do not know; she sent an ambassador." They ate as long as they could, and then sat drinking and talking, when suddenly a great noise was heard. "What is that?" asked Chicot. "It is the exercise which commences." "Without the chief? Your soldiers are badly disciplined, I fear." "Without me! never!" cried Gorenflot, who had become excited with wine.
The Duc de Guise was already separated from them by the rush of the people, and Chicot led off Gorenflot to a kind of cul-de-sac by the church of St. Germain l'Auxerrois. "Ah! drunkard!" said he to him, "ah! traitor! you will then always prefer a bottle of wine to your friend. "Ah! M. Chicot," stammered the monk. "What!
"Thank you, monsieur," said Jacques, whose cheeks colored with pleasure. "You manage your arms well," added Chicot. "I study, monsieur." "But he is best at the sword," said Gorenflot; "those who understand it, say so, and he is practicing from morning till night." "Ah! let us see," said Chicot.
"Composed a discourse," said Gorenflot proudly. "A discourse, and what for?" "To deliver this evening at the abbey." "That is odd." "And I must be quick and go there, or perhaps my audience will grow impatient."
Two mules were soon found, and they went so well that in the evening Chicot saw with joy those of the three travelers, standing at the door of a farrier's. But they were without harness, and both master and lackeys had disappeared. Chicot trembled. "Go," said he, to Gorenflot, "and ask if those mules are for sale, and where their owners are."
"Yes, my son, go and walk in the way of the Lord." Gorenflot saddled Panurge, mounted him with the aid of two vigorous monks, and left the convent about seven in the evening. It was the same day on which St. Luc arrived at Paris from Meridor. Gorenflot, having passed through the Rue St.
The Guises are forming a nice little party, and some fine morning Henri will find that he has nothing left, and will be politely invited to enter a monastery. But what will they do with the Duc d'Anjou?" "Brother Gorenflot," then cried the monk. No one replied. "Brother Gorenflot," cried the little monk, in a voice which made Chicot start; for it sounded like a woman's.
"You put me quite at my ease; I hesitated only because I am sure to kill you. Crillon, the other day, taught me a particular thrust, only one, but that will suffice. Come, give me the papers, or I will kill you; and I will tell you how I will pierce your throat just where you wished to bleed Gorenflot." Chicot had hardly finished, when David rushed on him with a savage laugh.
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