Les beaux messieurs de Bois-Doré Vol. 2 (of 2)Sand, George
History
Les beaux messieurs de Bois-Doré Vol. 2 (of 2)
Sand, George
France -- History -- Louis XIII, 1610-1643 -- Fiction
"Monsieur Lenet," rejoined Bois-Doré, obeying a sudden inspiration,
"the man to whom you refer is not a heretic, he is an astrologer of the
most marvellous learning. He has recourse to no magic arts, but reads
human destinies in the stars with such extraordinary skill that the
events of life seem to abide by decrees written on the skies. There is
nothing in his operations inconsistent with the duty of an honorable man
and a good Christian; and you know as well as I that Monsieur le Prince,
who is the most orthodox Catholic in the kingdom, constantly consults
astrologers, as the most illustrious persons in all times, even crowned
heads, have done."
"I do not know where you have learned what you say, monsieur," rejoined
the councillor, shrugging his shoulders; "I have long lived and still
live in the prince's confidence, and I have never known him to resort to
such practices."
"And yet, monsieur," replied the marquis with assurance, "I am certain
that he would in nowise censure my friend's practices, and I beg you to
say to him, that if he will deign to test his skill, he will be highly
gratified."
"The prince will laugh at your confidence; but I do not refuse to
mention the subject to him. Let us return to the most urgent question,
which is to extricate you from this difficulty. I do not conceal from
you that I have orders to make a search of your house."
"A search?" echoed the marquis in amazement; "a search for what purpose,
monsieur?"
"For the sole purpose of making sure that you have no cabalistic books
and instruments; for you are accused of practising magic, not so much
for the amusement of reckoning numbers and watching the stars, as for
suspicious objects and by virtue of a sort of worship of the spirit of
evil."
"Really, monsieur le conseiller, you have kept this for a _bonne
bouche_! Is this all of which I am accused? shall I not be required to
defend myself against anything worse?"
"Do not blame me," said the councillor rising. "I do not believe that
you are guilty of such heinous deeds; that is why I urge you to show me
every corner of your house, so that I may be able to state and to take
my oath that I found nothing here which was not honest and becoming.
Remember that I can force you to obey me; but, as I desire to treat you
courteously, I beg you to take a torch and light me yourself, without
calling any of your people; for, if you do, I shall be compelled to call
all of mine, and it is my present purpose to take only five or six, who
are at the door of this room."
A ray of light flashed through the marquis's mind; it was his treasure
that was wanted.
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