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"Princes have need of masks lest the world should see they are nothing but common flesh and blood like the rest of us." Slipping her hand into La Mothe's arm Ursula de Vesc drew him to the door, followed by Villon, and the three stood watching the Dauphin half dragging Father John down the passage in his eagerness to show Blaise his treasure.
"A lie," said La Mothe, "the damnedest lie that ever came out of hell. Finish your lies, Saxe." Sternly Commines turned upon him. "You are here only on sufferance; either leave the room or be silent." "Monsieur d'Argenton, it is every man's right " began La Mothe; but Ursula de Vesc, turning in her chair, laid a hand upon his arm.
"I think that was all he said then, monseigneur, or the gist of it, for he repeated it over and over again." "Then come to the second. When was it?" "Two days ago, monseigneur." "Tell it your own way; or, stay a moment. Mademoiselle de Vesc," and Commines turned to the girl, his face both grave and troubled, "help us to be your friends, help us to save you from yourself before it is too late.
But we shall save her together," and this time Stephen La Mothe, out of the horror of the thought of Ursula de Vesc given over to the mercies of such a man as Tristan, found it in his heart to ask, "How?" The answer came promptly, but with grave deliberation. "By the King's mercy." "What mercy had the King on Molembrais? Will he be more merciful to a woman?" "Then by his gratitude.
Ursula de Vesc might have lived out her life in peace so far as he was concerned; but Ursula de Vesc stood in his master's path, and however distasteful it might be she must be swept aside, now that Saxe made it possible so to do, and yet hold a semblance of justice. Only through her could the Dauphin be reached, therefore Commines steeled his nerves.
"There are the boy and the woman," said Villon softly, "Charles and Ursula de Vesc. Now, had I been your age I would rather have won the woman." Charles was seated on a low stool at the further end of the room, a pale-faced boy with dull, peevish eyes closely set together, the long Valois nose, and a thin, obstinate mouth. His dress was severely, obstinately, contemptuously plain.
Pushing the dogs from her Ursula de Vesc looked up, her face very grave and tender in the shadows, as the spring of tears glistened under the lashes. Life had brought her so little to be grateful for that the happiness of gratitude was very great.
"Stephen, the King thinks you are wasting your time in Amboise and I think so too. What have you discovered in your ten days?" "All that there is to learn, Uncle." "I see. That Ursula de Vesc has a pretty face? Stephen, Stephen, you are not in Amboise to play the fool."
La Follette, who had been a lover in his day, would have kept watch below and taken Hugues with him, but Ursula de Vesc, in the upper room, told them tartly that the Dauphin would be displeased if the usual plan were departed from, and so, in no very playful humour any of them, they waited the attack. Presently it came.
"I am Monsieur de Commines' man that is, the King's man to the death." "Well, let it pass. Who else are at the Château?" "Mademoiselle de Vesc " "Does she come next in consequence? Why not the Dauphin?" "Oh! The Dauphin!" and Jean Saxe blew out his lips in contempt. "We who live in Amboise do not think great things of little Charles. To my mind little Charles is one of the noughts.
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