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"That which you have in your hand," Nancay answered, his fears relieved. The young man blushed to the roots of his hair. "It is not for him," he said. "I can see that, Monsieur," Nancay answered politely. "He has his successes, but all the billets-doux do not go one way." The young man laughed, a conscious, flattered laugh.
"If you offend me I'll cut your throat," he said; and with no ceremony he went out, and dropped the curtain behind him. Nancay looked after him, his face pale with rage. "Curse him!" he whispered, rubbing his wrist. "If he were any one else I would teach him! But he would as soon run you through in the presence as in the Pre aux Clercs! And his brother, the Marshal, has the King's ear!
And Madame Catherine's too, which is worse!" He was still fuming, when an officer in the colours of Monsieur, the King's brother, entered hurriedly, and keeping his hand on the curtain, looked anxiously round the Chamber. As soon as his eye found Nancay, his face cleared. "Have you the reckoning?" he muttered.
The other crossed himself. "Grant none light here!" he said devoutly. And with a last look he nodded and went out. In the doorway he jostled a person who was in the act of entering. It was M. de Tignonville, who, seeing Nancay at his elbow, saluted him, and stood looking round. The young man's face was flushed, his eyes were bright with unwonted excitement.
As Tavannes moved that way, Nancay, in the act of passing out, booted and armed for the road, met him and almost jostled him. "Ah, well met, M. le Comte," he sneered, with as much hostility as he dared betray. "The King has asked for you twice." "I am going to him. And you? Whither in such a hurry, M. Nancay?" "To Chatillon." "On pleasant business?" "Enough that it is on the King's!"
I did not know the man, and could not tell whether he came to insult me or whether the soldiers were after him or me. We both shouted out, being equally frightened. At last, by God's mercy, Captain de Nançay of the guards came in, and, seeing me in this condition, could not help laughing, although commiserating me.
During Mergey's brief absence something more appears to have been told the Count, for he returned upstairs with Nancay, captain of the guard, who, lifting the tapestry which closed the entrance to Navarre's antechamber, looked for some time at the gentlemen within, playing at cards or dice, others talking.
Count Hannibal looked at him with the sudden ferocity that made the man a proverb at Court. "What I chose, M. le Capitaine des Suisses!" he hissed. And his hand closed like a vice on the other's wrist. "What I chose, look you! And remember, another time, that I am not a Huguenot, and say what I please." "But there is great need of care," Nancay protested, stammering and flinching.
"There are seventeen Huguenots in the palace besides their Highnesses," Nancay replied, in the same cautious tone. "Not counting two or three who are neither the one thing nor the other. In addition, there are the two Montmorencies; but they are to go safe for fear of their brother, who is not in the trap. He is too like his father, the old Bench-burner, to be lightly wronged!
"I begin to understand." "Precisely, M. le Comte. His Majesty would have sent M. de Nancay. But he elected to go to Chatillon, to seize the young brood there. The Admiral's children, you comprehend." "Whose teeth are not yet grown! He was wise." "To be sure, M. de Tavannes, to be sure.
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