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Thus did this man take every occasion to brave and insult my brother; and relying upon the countenance and blind affection shown him by the King, had leagued himself with Quelus, Saint-Luc, Saint-Maigrin, Grammont, Mauleon, Hivarrot, and other young men who enjoyed the King's favour.
For a moment he was conqueror, but Quelus recovered himself, and four swords flashed again. Bussy felt himself lost. He gathered all his strength to retreat once more step by step. Already the perspiration was cold on his brow, and the ringing in his ears and the cloud over his eyes warned him that his strength was giving way.
At last, I fell asleep, and dreamt that I had told De Quelus my story, and he had brought me the King's pardon; again, that I was engaged in futile efforts to approach him; again, that De Noyard had come to life. When De Rilly awoke me, it was broad daylight. I dressed, and so timed my movements as to reach the Louvre at the hour when De Quelus would be about to officiate at the King's rising.
"No, sire, send your captain of the guards; I am but a Pagan, and they might lose their virtue by coming through my hands." "What are these swords, sire?" said Schomberg. "Italian swords, my son, forged at Milan." "Thanks, sire." "Now go, it is time," said the king, who could hardly control his emotion. "Sire," said Quelus, "shall we not have your majesty's presence to encourage us?"
"Crillon is only a buffalo a rhinoceros a wild boar; while your brother is the serpent, whose strength lies in his cunning." "You are right; I should have sent him to the Bastile." When Chicot and the king entered, the young men were being dressed by their valets. "Good morning, gentlemen," said he; "I find you all in good spirits, I hope?" "Yes, sire," said Quelus. "You look gloomy, Maugiron."
And at these words, the poor king, trembling, began to pray. Rising again in a few minutes, he cried: "If Quelus only remembers the thrust I taught him! As for Schomberg, he is so cool that he ought to kill Ribeirac; Maugiron, also, should be more than a match for Livarot. But D'Epernon, he is lost; fortunately he is the one of the four whom I love least.
"My pleasures!" said he, angrily; "what makes you think I was seeking pleasure?" "Ah, monseigneur, in any case pardon us, and let us retire," said Quelus. "It is well; adieu, gentlemen; but first listen. I was going to consult the Jew Manasses, who reads the future; he lives, as you know, in Rue de la Tournelle.
Arriving on the ground, they found their opponents waiting for them. "Gentlemen," said Quelus, rising and bowing, "we have had the honor of waiting for you." "Excuse us," said Antragues, "but we should have been here before you, but for one of our companions." "M. de Bussy," said D'Epernon, "I do not see him. Where is he?" "We can wait for him," said Schomberg. "He will not come."
De Quelus, that night, led a number of gentlemen in an attack on Bussy's lodgings. Bussy and his followers made a stout resistance, the tumult becoming so great that the Marechal de Montmorency called out the Scotch Guard to clear the street in front of Bussy's house; and it was time. Several gentlemen and servants were lying in their blood; and some of these died of their wounds.
Turning on the bed, watching the window for the dawn, giving in my mind a hundred different forms to the account with which I should make De Quelus acquainted with the matter, I passed the most of that night.
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