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For the general good, for the safety of the nation, some one must act. So the Dauphin had sent him, the Dauphin and Mademoiselle de Vesc. That was weeks ago, and you," again Commines turned upon Villon in denunciation, "you must have known." "Lies, all damnable lies," said La Mothe, choking. "Who is the liar? You won't tell me? But I must know; I must and shall.
These foolish counselors, or, as Guicciardini calls them, 'men of low estate, body-servants for the most part of the king, were headed by Stephen de Vesc, who had been raised from the post of the king's valet de chambre to be the Seneschal de Beaucaire, and by William Briçonnet, formerly a merchant, now Bishop of S. Malo.
"I fear I had forgotten him," he replied, and though there was no intentional significance in his voice Ursula de Vesc was woman enough to understand the subtle compliment. "How is he?" "If you forget, we do not. He is as well as a nervous boy can be after such an ordeal. He is looking forward to seeing you this afternoon to try to say to you what we all feel. Monsieur La Mothe, let me "
It would be pure happiness, said he, pure charity and a blessing if such a life were ended. He was sure the King himself had no wish to live." "That," said Ursula de Vesc, her eyes fixed on vacancy, "is so very like what we all know of His Majesty." "Yes, mademoiselle.
And surely over and above his greatness of mind there must have been some deep heart of goodness in the dead man when he moved affection to such a grief. But at last the silence came to an end, and again it was Ursula de Vesc who spoke. "Monsieur d'Argenton, you will, of course, go to Valmy at once?" "To Valmy?"
Again there was a dangerous silence, and this time it was Ursula de Vesc who turned aside the threatening storm. "Monsieur La Mothe is to cure our dullness. Tell us a story, monsieur, if you will neither sing nor play. We love a story, do we not, Charles?" "A story?" repeated La Mothe slowly.
"The woman," he went on, "must be Ursula de Vesc, and if so you can spend your hour or two's walk from Château-Renaud to Amboise adding a verse to your love song." "Why not a new song all for herself!" replied La Mothe, the twinkle broadening to a laugh, "or had I better wait till I see her?
Do you know it is to convict this very Ursula de Vesc of complicity in a plot to murder the King and place the Dauphin on the throne, and that the King believes the Dauphin is privy to the scheme? And do you know what part you are to play?" Commines spoke in the anxious remonstrance of affection rather than in anger.
He spoke to an empty room, and if Ursula de Vesc closed the door between them with a greater vigour than the politeness strict deportment demanded she may surely be excused. It may be that even the angels lose their tempers at times over the follies of a blind humanity.
For very life's sake La Mothe dared abate the vigilance of neither eye nor hand, and yet by instinct there was no sound he knew they had risen to obey. By instinct, too, he knew that Ursula de Vesc had drawn nearer, and it was no surprise to hear her voice behind him. But it was not to him she spoke. "Now, Blaise, thrust, thrust!"
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