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My brother, therefore, she observed, ought to strive to mollify the King by addressing him with expressions of regard to his person and attachment to his service; and, in the meantime, use his influence over Bussi to reconcile him to Quelus, and to end all disputes betwixt them.
The people had for these favorites of the king none of the hatred which they had felt toward Maugiron, Quelus, and Schomberg. Henri saluted the people gravely; then, turning to the young men, he said, "Anne, lean against the tapestry; it may last a long time." "I hope so," said Catherine. "You think, then, that Salcede will speak, mother?" "God will, I trust, give this confusion to our enemies."
Quelus and Maugiron employed themselves with plaiting ribbons, a favorite diversion of that time; and Chicot amused himself by making anagrams on the names of all the courtiers. Just as they passed the Place Maubert, Chicot rushed out of the litter, and went to kneel down before a house of good appearance.
"What did I tell you, sire?" cried St. Luc. "See how murder succeeds." But the king saw nothing, heard nothing; he buried his face in his hands, and murmured. "Oh! my poor friends; who will tell me about them?" "I, sire," said Chicot. "Well!" cried Henri. "Two are dead, and the third is dying." "Which is the third?" "Quelus." "Where is he?" "At the Hotel Boissy."
This man thereupon fell back, but stood ready to obstruct the forward movement of the horse, while one of the other two ran around to Bussy's right, so that the rider might be attacked, simultaneously on both sides. This much I had time to see before drawing my sword and running up to attack the man on the horseman's left, whom I suddenly recognized as De Quelus.
Luc remained standing and said to Quelus, "M. le Comte, you have insulted M. le Comte Louis de Clermont d'Amboise, Seigneur de Bussy, who presents to you his compliments, and calls you to single combat on any day and hour, and with such arms as may please you. Do you accept?" "Certainly; M. de Bussy does me much honor." "Your day and hour, M. le Comte?" "To-morrow morning at seven o'clock."
The king is angry that you would not take his advice, and M. d'Anjou because you laughed at his nose." "No, Quelus, the king does not come, because he has made a pilgrimage to the monks of the Bois de Vincennes; and the Duc d'Anjou is absent, because he is in love with some woman whom I have forgotten to invite." "But," said Maugiron, "did you see the king's face at dinner?
Schomberg had bound his wound, and Quelus picked up his sword. Bussy made a bound backwards, and reached the wall. There he stopped, strong as Achilles, and smiling at the tempest of blows which rained around him. All at once he felt a cloud pass over his eyes. He had forgotten his wound, but these symptoms of fainting recalled it to him. "Ah, you falter!" cried Quelus.
'They say there is ill-luck in thirteen, he muttered. 'Thirteen Valois and last! He paused to laugh a wicked, mirthless laugh. 'Ay, Thirteenth! And it is thirteen years since I entered Paris, a crowned King! There were Quelus and Maugiron and St. Megrin and I and he, I remember. Ah, those days, those nights!
Quelus died at the Hotel Boissy, in the king's arms, after lingering for thirty days. Henri was inconsolable. He raised three magnificent tombs for his friends, on which their effigies were sculptured, life-size, in marble. He had innumerable masses said for them, and prayed for their souls himself night and morning. For three months Chicot never left his master.
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