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Updated: May 23, 2025
"A way will open; ride on." "Well ride, then!" And ride they did, furiously. The fewer sleepless eyes in Valmy the better for his purpose; the surer, too, his chance of escape in the confusion which must follow the King's death. Once only Molembrais looked round. "Remember your parole. Keep near me, La Mothe!" Then, crouching low, he drove his spurs home and dashed forward at a reckless gallop.
But if his intention was to charge Molembrais with his cowardly attempt on the boy's life it was baulked. At the door Michel met him, his rheumy eyes still blinking from his drunken sleep. "Where is that fellow who took your place?" "That's what I want to know, master. Took my place, did he? I'd place him, I would, making an old man drunk to rob him of his bread." "Who was he?"
So sudden and so fierce was the attack, so full of bitter venom and raw rage, so brutally naked and perilous in its threat, that Commines fairly quailed. The florid ruddiness of his fleshy face faded to a pallor more cadaverous than the unhealthy grey of Louis' sunken cheeks as he remembered Molembrais.
Molembrais was the stronger, Molembrais was the more desperate, and desperation is a strength in itself.
"His Majesty is asleep; you cannot pass " "His orders are imperative sleeping or waking any hour by day or by night. Who is on guard?" "Monsieur de Saint-Pierre." "Send for him, then. Stir yourself, my man, and don't stand there gaping like a fish." But Saint-Pierre had already heard the altercation, and at the rasp of his spurs on the flags Molembrais turned sharply.
No! it was not that he repented, not that he had turned coward, but would fate and circumstances trick him of his revenge at the last? There are some men whom the dread of failure chills to the heart when the crisis calls them, and Marc de Molembrais was one of them. He had no definite plan of either attack or escape.
At times justice has rejoiced against mercy for the general good; yes, for the general good. There was Molembrais; men blame me for Molembrais; but if the King's arm be not strong enough to strike, who shall hold the kingdom in its place?
It was Jean Saxe who gave Molembrais his chance ten days ago, Jean Saxe who knew of the play in the Burnt Mill to-day, Mademoiselle told him " "More proof," said Commines. "She and Jean Saxe are in collusion." "Collusion to kidnap the Dauphin? Mademoiselle de Vesc and Jean Saxe in league against the boy? Uncle, you are mad and your proof proves too much.
Tristan is too sure, too careful an artist to spoil his work. Heaven knows I do not love Tristan, but I will give him this credit: when he sets out on a piece of scoundrelly work he carries it through. No, no, I'll wager my Grand Testament to the epic which will never be written that it was Molembrais' second cast of the net, and when he drags Amboise a third time there will be fish caught.
"I quite understand, and here is my sword. Monseigneur no, since you permit it, Charles, my friend, I leave you in good keeping. You will have Mademoiselle de Vesc, Father John, and Villon here, to watch over you. Villon, beware of that third cast of the net. I think that is now the one great danger." "La Mothe, La Mothe, must you go? Is there no other way? Remember Molembrais."
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