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Roland took precisely the same road as on the previous day, and before very long M. de Monsoreau found himself in the same spot as before. Only now the place was solitary, and no horse was there. The count climbed the wall again, but no one was to be seen; therefore, judging that it was useless to watch for people on their guard, he went on to the park gates.
So be it; I may die of grief, but you will live free and happy, and you may render happy some gallant man, who in his joy will sometimes bless my name, and cry, 'Thanks, Bussy, thanks, for having delivered us from that dreadful Monsoreau; and you, yourself, Diana, who will not dare to thank me while living, will thank me dead." Diana seized his hand.
It was the king who taught him the thrust by which he wounded me, and it might have been the king who prompted him." "You are right; but still the king is the king." "Until he is so no longer." The duke trembled. "Is not Madame de Monsoreau here?" said he. "Monseigneur, she is ill, or she would have come to present her respects to you." "Ill! poor woman! it must be grief at seeing you suffer."
Exhausted by the effort, he let his right arm fall for a moment, while with his left he tried to undraw the bolts behind him. During this second, he received a ball in his thigh, and two swords touched his side. But he had unfastened the bolt, and turned the key. Sublime with rage, he rushed on Monsoreau, and wounded him in the breast. "Ah!" cried Bussy, "I begin to think I shall escape."
Then I heard again the same cry, and I distinguished before him on the saddle a woman, on whose mouth he had his hand. I had a gun in my hand you know I aim well, and I should have killed him, but my gun missed fire." "Well?" "I asked a woodcutter who this gentleman on the black horse was, and he said, 'M. de Monsoreau."
"No, monsieur, but we soon shall, for they are coming nearer." "Monseigneur," said Aurilly, "here is a heap of stones which seems made on purpose for us." "Yes, but wait a moment, perhaps we can see through the opening of the curtain." And they stood for some minutes trying to find a place to peep through. Meanwhile, Monsoreau was boiling with impatience, and his hand approached the musket.
We could hold out for a month against the army; besides, in case of danger, we have the cave to fly to with our prey." "What is the Duc d'Anjou doing?" "In the hour of danger he has failed, as usual. He has gone home, no doubt, waiting for news of us, through Bussy or Monsoreau." "Mon Dieu! he should have been here; not at home."
"Monseigneur," said Aurilly, "I believe we have arrived too late; he must have gone straight from your hotel and must have entered." "Perhaps so; but if we did not see him go in, we can see him come out." "Yes, but when?" "When we please." "Would it be too curious to ask how you mean to manage?" "Nothing is more easy; we have but to knock at the door, and ask after M. de Monsoreau.
"Where you like; go behind my armchair, that is where I put my friends." "Come here," said Chicot, making room for M. de Monsoreau, "come and get the scent of these fellows. Here is game which can be tracked without a hound. Here are the shoemakers who pass, or rather, who have passed; then here are the tanners. Mort de ma vie! if you lose their scent, I will take away your place."
"Well, then, be easy, for if he escape Monsoreau, he will not escape from another." "And who is that?" "Does your highness order me to name him?" "Yes, I do." "It is M. d'Epernon." "D'Epernon! who was to fight him to-morrow?" "Yes, monseigneur." "How is that?" Aurilly was about to reply, when the duke was summoned; for the king was at table, and had sent for his brother.
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