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Chicot the Jester
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“M. de Guise is of a better race than you think.”
“Better than me, perhaps,” said Henri, smiling.
“There is no perhaps in it.”
“You are mad. Learn to read, my friend.”
“Well, Henri, you who can read, read this;” and he drew from his pocket the genealogy which we know already, handing it to Henri, who turned pale as he recognized, near to the signature of the prelate, the seal of St. Peter.
“What do you say, Henri? Are not your fleur-de-lys thrown a little in the background?”
“But how did you get this genealogy?”
“I! Do I seek these things? It came to seek me.”
“Where?”
“Under the bolster of a lawyer.”
“And what was his name?”
“M. Nicolas David.”
“Where was he?”
“At Lyons.”
“And who took it from under the bolster?”
“One of my good friends.”
“Who is he?”
“A monk.”
“His name?”
“Gorenflot.”
“What! that abominable leaguer, who uttered those incendiary discourses at St. Genevieve, and again yesterday in the streets of Paris?”
“You remember the history of Brutus, who pretended to be a fool?”
“He is, then, a profound politician? Did he take it from the advocate?”
“Yes, by force.”
“Then he is brave?”
“Brave as Bayard.”
“And having done this, he has not asked for any recompense?”
“He returned humbly to his convent, and only asks me to forget that he ever came out.”
“Then he is modest?”
“As St. Crepin.”
“Chicot, your friend shall be made a prior on the first vacancy.”
“Thanks for him, Henri.”
“Ma foi!” said Chicot to himself, “if he escapes being hung by Mayenne, he will have an abbey.”
CHAPTER L.
ETEOCLES AND POLYNICES
This day of the League terminated brilliantly and tumultuously, as it began. The friends of the king rejoiced, the preachers proposed to canonize Brother Henri, and spoke everywhere of the great deeds of the Valois. The favorites said, “The lion is roused.” The leaguers said, “The fox has discovered the snare.”
The three Lorraine princes, as we have seen, had left Paris, and their principal agent, M. de Monsoreau, was ready to start for Anjou. But as he was leaving the Louvre, Chicot stopped him.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” said he.
“To his highness.”
“His highness?”
“Yes, I am unquiet about him. We do not live in times when a prince ought to travel without a good escort.”
“Well, if you are unquiet, so am I.”
“About what?”
“About his highness also.”
“Why?”
“Do you not know what they say?”
“That he has gone to Anjou.”
“No; that he is dead.”
“Bah!” said Monsoreau, with a tone of surprise, not unmixed with joy, “you told me he was traveling.”
“Diable! they persuaded me so, but now I have good reason to think that if the poor prince be traveling, it is to another world.”
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