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I would sell my soul to live them again; had I not sold it long ago in the living them once! We were young then, and rich, and I was king; and Quelus was an Apollo! He died calling on me to save him. And Maugiron died, blaspheming God and the saints. And St. Megrin, he had thirty-four wounds. And he he is dead too, curse him! They are all dead, all dead, and it is all over!
The King, doubtless, soon saw, or was made to see, that this conduct towards his brother who had many supporters in France and was then affianced to Queen Elizabeth of England would earn only condemnation; for, on the day after the arrest, he caused the court to assemble in Catherine's apartments, and there De Quelus went ironically through the form of an apology to the Duke, and a reconciliation with Bussy.
"M. de Quelus," I said, "last night, in a sudden quarrel which arose out of a mistake, I was so unfortunate as to kill M. de Noyard. It was neither a duel nor a murder, each of us seemed justified in attacking the other." De Quelus did not seem displeased to hear of De Noyard's death. "What evidence is there against you?" he asked.
This time there was no mistaking, and Quelus made signs to D'O and D'Epernon, who had been in a different part of the room, and had not heard what was going on. "Gentlemen," said Quelus, "come to the council; you, St. Luc, go and finish making your peace with the king." St. Luc approached the king, while the others drew back into a window. "Well," said D'Epernon, "what do you want?
At this instant Livarot, of whom no one was thinking, rose on his knees, hideous from the blood with which he was covered, and plunged his dagger between the shoulders of Maugiron, who fell, crying out, "Mon Dieu! I am killed!" Livarot fell back again, fainting. "M. de Quelus," said Antragues, "you are a brave man; yield I offer you your life." "And why yield?" "You are wounded, and I am not."
I arrived in Paris to-day, from Anjou, with the desire of enlisting in the French Guards." De Quelus smiled. "You desire very little for a gentleman, and one who can handle a sword so well." "I know that, but I do not bring any letters, and I am not one who could expect the favor of a court appointment. I am a Huguenot." "A Huguenot?" said De Quelus. "And yet you come to Paris?"
"Is that all you have to say, M. de Bussy?" asked the king. "Yes, sire; anything that remains to be said, will be said by the duke himself." The king rose and went away, and Bussy continued to converse with Chicot, until the king called to him. As soon as Bussy was alone, Quelus approached him. "Good morning, M. Quelus," said Bussy graciously; "may I have the honor of asking how you are?"
I suppose that the man, running to intercept me, had found a thrust less practicable than a blow with the hilt of a dagger. When I again knew that I was alive, I turned over and sat up. Several men bourgeois, vagabonds, menials, and such were standing around, looking down at me and talking of the affray. I looked for Bussy and De Quelus, but did not see either.
"Very bad." "Oh, mon Dieu! what is the matter?" "Something annoys me infinitely." "Something! And are you not powerful enough to get rid of it?" "It is not something, but some one, that M. Quelus means," said Maugiron, advancing. "And whom I advise him to get rid of," said Schomberg, coming forward on the other side. "Ah, M. de Schomberg! I did not recognize you."
He wore ear-rings, a necklace, bracelets, and a small jewelled velvet cap; but he was without his famous basket of little dogs. This was Henri III., and he was going to pray in one of the churches. As he came down the gallery, he noticed De Quelus, from afar, and then glanced at me. When he was before us, De Quelus made obeisance and presented me.
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