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After the death of Henri III, in 1589, he was proclaimed King by the Leaguers and the Duc de Mayenne under the title of Charles X. Taken captive by Henri IV, of whom he was the paternal uncle, he was imprisoned at Fontenay, where he died in 1594. De Thou, vol. xi. pp. 154, 155.
And the Archduke Ernest, although he invited Mayenne to confer with him at Brussels, under the impression that he could still keep him and the Duke of Guise from coming to an arrangement with Bearne, hardly felt more confidence in the man than did Feria or Ybarra.
This example was shortly followed by the other chiefs of his faction. The Duc de Nevers retired at once to Champagne, the Duc de Mayenne to the Isle of France, and M. de Longueville to Picardy.
His next accusation brought the blood in scarlet flags to her pale cheeks; she made him no answer but burned him with her indignant eyes. "Mordieu, monsieur!" Lucas cried. "This is Mlle. de Montluc." "Then why did you come?" demanded Mayenne. "Because I had done harm to the lad and was sorry," she said.
"M. le Comte told me that since his father's coming to Paris M. de Mayenne made him offers to join the League, and he refused them. So then M. de Mayenne, seeing himself losing the whole house of St. Quentin, invented this." "But it failed. Thank God, it failed! And now he will leave Paris. He will he must!" "He did mean to seek Navarre's camp to-morrow," I answered; "but " "But what?"
He urged that it was difficult for the Bearnese to keep an army long in the field, still more so in the trenches. Let them provide for the immediate wants of the city; then the usual process of decomposition would soon be witnessed in the ill-paid, ill-fed, desultory forces of the heretic pretender. Alexander deferred to the wishes of Mayenne, although against his better judgment.
"Monsieur!" she gasped, cowering as from a blow. "Aye," he said quietly. "I would have let him go. But you have made it impossible." Never have I seen so piteous a sight as her face of misery. Had my hands been free, Mayenne had been startled to find a knife in his heart. "Never mind, mademoiselle," I cried to her. "You came and wept over me, and that is worth dying for."
This Lucas was an extraordinary compound of shrewdness and recklessness, one separating from the other like oil and vinegar in a sloven's salad. He could plan and toil and wait, to an end, with skill and fortitude and patience; but he could not govern his own gusty tempers. "You have been crying, Lorance," Mayenne said in a softer tone. "For my sins, monsieur," she answered quickly.
The King of Spain could not help them, for he had too much business on hand; while Mayenne had neither means nor courage, having been within three leagues of them for three weeks doing nothing. Neither king nor duke should have that which belonged to him, of that they might be assured. He told them he loved Paris as his capital, as his eldest daughter.
We saluted La Motte and walked merrily out into the Place Bastille. I think I never felt so grand as when I passed through the noble sally-port, the soldiers making no motion to hinder us, but all saluting as if we owned the place. It had its advantage, this making friends with Mayenne. The first thing my lord did, still in the shadow of the prison, was to come to terms with d'Auvray.
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