“To make you King of France; yes, monseigneur.” The duke felt the flush of joy mount to his face. “But,” said he “is the moment favorable?” “Your wisdom must decide.” “My wisdom?” “Yes, the facts cannot be contradicted. The nomination of the king as head of the League was only a comedy, quickly seen through and appreciated. Now the reaction has commenced, and the entire state is rising against the tyranny of the king and his creatures. Sermons are a call to arms, and churches are places where they curse the king, instead of praying to God. The army trembles with impatience; the bourgeois league together; our emissaries bring in nothing but signatures and new adherents to the League. In a word, the king’s reign touches on its close. Now, do you renounce your former projects?” The duke did not reply. “Monseigneur knows that he may speak frankly to me.” “I think,” said the duke, “that considering my brother has no children, that his health is uncertain, and that after him the crown will come naturally to me, there is no reason why I should compromise my name and my dignity, in a useless struggle, and try to take, with danger, what will come to me in due course.” “Your highness is in error; your brother’s throne will only come to you if you take it. MM. de Guise cannot be kings themselves, but they will only allow to reign a king of their own making, a king whom they substitute for the reigning one. They count on your highness, but if you refuse, they will seek another.” “And who will dare to seat himself on the throne of Charlemagne?” “A Bourbon instead of a Valois, monseigneur; a son of St, Louis, instead of a son of St. Louis.” “The king of Navarre?” “Why not? He is young, and brave,” “He is a Huguenot.” “Was he not converted at the St. Bartholomew?” “Yes, and he abjured afterwards.” “Oh, monseigneur, what he did for his wife, he will do again for the crown.” “They think, then, that I will yield my rights without a struggle.” “The case is provided for.” “I will fight.” “They are men of war.” “I will put myself at the head of the League.” “They are the soul of it.” “I will join my brother.” “Your brother will be dead.” “I will call the kings of Europe to my aid.” “They will think twice before making war on a people.” “My party will stand by me.” “Your party, I believe, consists of M. de Bussy and myself.” “Then I am tied.” “Nearly so. You can do nothing without the Guises; with them, everything. Say the word, and you are king.” The duke walked about for a few minutes, in great agitation, then stopped, and said, “Go on, count.” “This, then, is the plan. In eight days the Fête Dieu will take place, and the king meditates on that day a great procession to the convents of Paris. There, the guards will remain at the door, the king will stop before each altar, kneel down, and say five paters and five aves.” “I know all that.” “He will go to St. Geneviève----” “Yes.”