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Then a compromise suggested itself. "The wager, Sire," said I, "is one that I take shame in having entered upon; that shame made me eager to pay it, although fully conscious that I had not lost. But even now, I cannot, in any case, accept the forfeit Chatellerault was willing to suffer. Shall we shall we forget that the wager was ever laid?" "The decision does you honour.
"In a few minutes there will be need for none, monsieur," shouted Chatellerault, to save time. He was boastful to the end. "Here, monsieur, in any case, come those who will resolve the question," I answered, pointing to the door of the inn. As I spoke, the landlord stepped into the yard, followed by an officer and a half-dozen soldiers.
Hence, such successes as I had had with them in such comedies of love as I had been engaged upon had given me a false impression. But such at least was not my opinion that night. I was satisfied that Chatellerault talked wildly, and that no such woman lived as he depicted. Cynical and soured you may account me.
Indeed, the President went so far as to turn an interrogative glance upon the Count. But Chatellerault, supremely master of the situation, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled a pitying, long-suffering smile.
Upon being asked my name and place of abode, I created some commotion by answering boldly "I am the Sieur Marcel de Saint-Pol, Marquis of Bardelys, of Bardelys in Picardy." The President that is to say, the Keeper of the Seals turned inquiringly to Chatellerault. The Count, however, did no more than smile and point to something written on a paper that lay spread upon the table.
His wife, Suzanne of Bourbon, died at Chatellerault, in April, 1521, after having lost the son whose birth had been celebrated with such brilliancy at Moulins, and having confirmed by her will the settlement upon her husband of all her possessions, which had already been conferred upon him by their marriage contract.
I am already resolved concerning him, but it entered my mind that it might please you to be the instrument of the law for me." "Me, Sire?" "Aye, and why not? They say you can play a very deadly sword upon necessity. This is an occasion that demands an exception from our edict. You have my sanction to send the Comte de Chatellerault a challenge.
And now, when here in this remote corner of France it had shown me the one prize I coveted, it had been swift to place it beyond my reach, thereby sowing everlasting discontent and misery in my hitherto pampered heart. I saw Castelroux that day, but I said no word to him of my affliction. He brought me news of Chatellerault.
Chatellerault stood back, his hands on his hips, his head inclined towards his right shoulder, and an insolent leer of expectancy upon his face. "Will that resolve you?" he sneered. "I will meet you," I answered, when I had recovered breath. "But I swear that I shall not help you to escape the headsman." He laughed harshly. "Do I not know it?" he mocked. "How shall killing you help me to escape?
Now Nature had made my Lord of Chatellerault as proud and arrogant as Lucifer some resemblance to which illustrious personage his downtrodden retainers were said to detect in the lineaments of his swarthy face.
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