“Where the devil will you find it?” “Oh! I will say to him, I did not break this marriage, because Monsoreau, who knew that you were one of the principal agents to the League, threatened to denounce you to the king.” “Has your highness invented that?” “Not entirely.” “Then I understand.” “Yes, I shall make him believe that by marrying his daughter I saved his life.” “It is superb.” “Well! order the horses, and we will go to Méridor.” “Immediately, monseigneur.” Bussy then went to the door, but turned back and said, “How many horses will your highness have?” “Oh, four or five, what you like.” “If you leave it to me, I shall take a hundred.” “What for?” cried the prince, surprised. “To have at least twenty-five I can rely on in case of attack.” “Attack!” “Yes, I have heard that there are thick woods in that neighborhood, and it would not surprise me if we fell into some ambush.” “Ah, do you think so?” “Monseigneur knows that true courage does not exclude prudence; I will order one hundred and fifty.” And he moved towards the door. “A moment,” said the prince. “Do you think I am in safety at Angers?” “Why, the town is not very strong, but well defended----” “Yes, but it may be badly defended; however brave you are, you can be but in one place at a time.” “True.” “Then if I am not in safety here--and I am not if Bussy doubts----” “I did not say I doubted.” “If I am not safe, I had better make myself so. I will go to the castle and entrench myself.” “You are right, monseigneur.” “And then another idea.” “The morning is fruitful.” “I will make the Méridors come here.” “Monseigneur, you are grand to-day. Now let us visit the castle.” Bussy went out while the prince was getting ready, and found Rémy waiting. He wrote hastily a little note, picked a bunch of roses from the conservatory, rolled the note round the stems, went to the stable, brought out his horse, and, putting Rémy on it, and giving him the bouquet, led him out of the city. “Now,” said he, “let Roland go; at the end of this road you will find the forest, in the forest a park, round the park a wall, and at that part of the wall where Roland stops, throw over this bouquet.” “He whom you expect does not come,” said the note, “because he who was not expected has come, and is more menacing than ever, for he loves still. Take with the lips and the heart all that is invisible to the eyes in this paper.” In half an hour Rémy reached his destination, carried by his horse, and threw over the bouquet; a little cry from the other side told him it had been received. Then Rémy returned, in spite of his horse, which seemed much put out at losing its accustomed repast on the acorns. Rémy joined Bussy as he was exploring a cave with the prince. “Well,” said he to his messenger, “what did you hear or see?” “A wall, a cry, seven leagues,” replied Rémy laconically. CHAPTER LVIII. A FLIGHT OF ANGEVINS.