“It will cost you dear.” “I will give three thousand crowns.” “You will only get six men for that, when they know who they have to deal with.” “Are not six enough?” “M. de Bussy would kill four before they touched him. Do you remember the fight in the Rue St. Antoine?” “I will give six thousand; if I do the thing, I will take care he does not escape.” “Have you your men?” “Oh, there are plenty of unoccupied men-soldiers of fortune.” “Very well; but take care.” “Of what?” “If they fail they will denounce you.” “I have the king to protect me.” “That will not hinder M. de Bussy from killing you.” “That is true.” “Should you like an auxiliary?” “I should like anything which would aid me to get rid of him.” “Well, a certain enemy of your enemy is jealous.” “And he is now laying a snare for him?” “Ah!” “Well?” “But he wants money; with your six thousand crowns he will take care of your affair as well as his own. You do not wish the honor. of the thing to be yours, I suppose?” “Mon Dieu! no; I only ask to remain in obscurity.” “Send your men, and he will use them.” “But I must know who it is.” “I will show you in the morning.” “Where?” “At the Louvre.” “Then he is noble?” “Yes:” “Aurilly, you shall have the six thousand crowns.” “Then it is settled?” “Irrevocably.” “At the Louvre, then?” “Yes, at the Louvre.” We have seen in the preceding chapter how Aurilly said to D’Epernon, “Be easy, Bussy will not fight to-morrow.” CHAPTER LXXXVII. THE PROCESSION. As soon as the collation was over, the king had entered his room with Chicot, to put on his penitent’s robe and had come out an instant after, with bare feet, a cord round his waist, and his hood over his face; the courtiers had made the same toilet. The weather was magnificent, and the pavements were strewn with flowers; an immense crowd lined the roads to the four places where the king was to stop. The clergy of St. Germain led the procession, and the Archbishop of Paris followed, carrying the holy sacrament; between them walked young boys, shaking censers, and young girls scattering roses. Then came the king, followed by his four friends, barefooted and frocked like himself.