“It is nevertheless proved, monseigneur,” said David, drawing out a parchment. The duke took it. “What is this?” said he. “The genealogical tree of the house of Lorraine.” “Of which the root is?” “Charlemagne, monseigneur.” “Charlemagne!” cried the three brothers, with an air of incredulous satisfaction, “Impossible!” “Wait, monseigneur; you may be sure I have not raised a point to which any one may give the lie. What you want is a long lawsuit, during which you can gain over, not the people, they are yours, but the parliament. See, then, monseigneur, here it is. Ranier, first Duc de Lorraine, contemporary with Charlemagne;--Guibert, his son;--Henri, son of Guibert----” “But----” said the duke. “A little patience, monseigneur. Bonne----” “Yes,” said the duke, “daughter of Ricin, second son of Ranier.” “Good; to whom married?” “Bonne?” “Yes.” “To Charles of Lorraine, son of Louis IV., King of France.” “Just so. Now add, ‘brother of Lothaire, despoiled of the crown of France by the usurper, Hugh Capet.’” “Oh! oh!” said the duke and the cardinal. “Now, Charles of Lorraine inherited from his brother Lothaire. Now, the race of Lothaire is extinct, therefore you are the only true heirs of the throne.” “What do you say to that, brother?” cried the cardinal. “I say, that unluckily there exists in France a law they call the Salic law, which destroys all our pretensions.” “I expected that objection, monseigneur,” said David, “but what is the first example of the Salic law?” “The accession of Philippe de Valois, to the prejudice of Edward of England.” “What was the date of that accession?” “1328,” said the cardinal. “That is to say, 341 years after the usurpation of Hugh Capet, 240 years after the extinction of the race of Lothaire. Then, for 240 years your ancestors had already had a right to the throne before the Salic law was invented. Now, everyone knows that the law cannot have any retrospective effect.” “You are a clever man, M. David,” said the Duc de Guise. “It is very ingenious,” said the cardinal. “It is very fine,” said Mayenne. “It is admirable,” said the duchess; “then I am a princess royal. I will have no one less than the Emperor of Germany for a husband.” “Well; here are your 200 gold crowns which I promised you.” “And here are 200 others,” said the cardinal, “for the new mission with which we are about to charge you.” “Speak, monseigneur, I am ready.” “We cannot commission you to carry this genealogy yourself to our holy Father, Gregory XIII.” “Alas! no; my will is good, but I am of too poor birth.” “Yes, it is a misfortune. We must therefore send Pierre de Gondy on this mission.” “Permit me to speak,” said the duchess. “The Gondys are clever, no doubt, but ambitious, and not to be trusted.”