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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Recollect that the Queen has the first claim on you, and the war between her and Diane will soon be open war. Up to now it has been a kiss and a stab, but soon it will be all stab." And so we talked until a late hour, and little did I think, as I retired to sleep, that Lorgnac's doubt about my Italian journey would come to be true.
I stood for a moment irresolute, when the door behind me opened once again, and I heard De Lorgnac's voice. "Onwards! Through the curtains ahead of you." This I did, and entered a large room, richly furnished.
I had no chance of another word with her, and rode morosely by Lorgnac's side. That night we lay at the priory of Longpont; but I saw nothing of mademoiselle, for the ladies both dined and supped by themselves, leaving De Lorgnac and myself to our own devices.
At the head stood Le Brusquet, and huddled in a corner near a door was De Mouchy, with a white, fear-stricken face and chattering teeth, and De Lorgnac's sword at his heart. Numbers had followed me, and at the sight of De Mouchy a roar went forth that was taken up by those below. "Give us the judge! Give us De Mouchy!"
Eustache into the Tiquetonne, and thence Rue Tire Boudin was but a short step. I need not say with what joy the good Pierrebon received me, and after a light supper in which, I fear, I did but scant justice to De Lorgnac's Joué I determined to snatch an hour or so of rest before starting. Before doing so, however, Lorgnac took me to see the horses.
I said, and half rising from my seat; but with an exclamation Le Brusquet snatched the packet from De Lorgnac's hand. In a moment the letters were opened, and he was reading them with feverish haste. There were four letters in all, and when he had done he looked at us, and there was the light of hope in his eyes. "Speak, man!" And I gripped him by the arm. "I cannot bear this longer!"
"Quick! Hurry!" was De Lorgnac's answer. "There goes the first signal for closing the gates!" And as he spoke a clarion rang out shrilly. We had reached the outer court by this, and were hurrying for the bridge that led to the pontlevis when we saw a tall man, his cuirass glittering like silver in the moonlight, step out of the shadow and signal to a trumpeter, who stood at his side.
With a glance of contempt at it he flung it on the table in front of De Lorgnac, who had joined us, saying as he did so: "There are De Ganache's letters. I had almost forgotten them." The packet had fallen on the table, almost under De Lorgnac's eyes.
I walked very slowly up the street in the direction opposite De Lorgnac's house, and I had scarce gone a hundred paces when La Marmotte caught me up, and asked me somewhat abruptly if I knew of a place called the Passage of Pity. I replied that I did, and she then told me to meet her there in an hour's time, and to be sure I was well armed.
It was a shrewd enough test, and I closed the bargain, paying him his money then and there, and bidding him send the mail to De Lorgnac's house. "And the name, monsieur?" "The Chevalier d'Orrain." As Barou was making an entry on a slate I heard a step behind me, and turning saw it was La Marmotte.
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