My Sword's My Fortune: A Story of Old FranceHayens, Herbert
History
My Sword's My Fortune: A Story of Old France
Hayens, Herbert
France -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction
He spoke in a jesting tone, and laughed loudly, but the look in his
eyes told more than his words, and I guessed that for all his play my
cousin would show me but scant mercy. Still, he was pleasant enough,
and I passed a very agreeable hour in his company.
Presently Raoul, who was on night duty at the Luxembourg, was obliged
to leave, and I, bidding my new acquaintances adieu, accompanied him.
"It is a pity you are not coming in," said he, half in jest, half in
earnest, as we stopped at the gates; "we could have such pleasant times
together."
"With young D'Arcy for a third!" I laughed. "No, no, Raoul; it looks
tempting, but it wouldn't answer. I am not much in love with Mazarin,
but France is safer with him than with your friends. Good-night.
There is Peleton coming this way, and Maubranne with him."
"And neither of them is your particular friend. Shall I see you
to-morrow evening if the truce lasts as long?"
"That depends on the Cardinal. If he doesn't require me I will be on
the Pont Neuf at six, but don't stay after that time," and I walked off
quickly, leaving Raoul to enter the courtyard of the palace a little
before Peleton and the baron.
The next day Mazarin was invisible to every one except his secretary,
but in the afternoon a note bearing his seal was brought to me in my
room. Opening it hastily, I read the contents with a feeling of
disappointment, as they did away altogether with any chance of a
pleasant evening with Raoul.
"You will attend me, well armed and cloaked, at seven o'clock this
evening."
"What is in the wind now?" I muttered. "It seems that we have to go
outside the Palace at all events. Perhaps the adventure has something
to do with my discovery at Martin's house. I pity the astrologer if he
has made an enemy of Mazarin."
Serving the Cardinal had at least taught me the value of being
punctual, and at seven o'clock precisely I presented myself at the door
of his apartment. The Cardinal was dressed like a simple citizen, but
over his black mantle he had thrown a long gray cloak, with a portion
of which he could muffle his face. His first words filled me with
surprise, and, for the moment, with alarm also.
"So your cousin did not appear angry last night at the trick you played
him?" he remarked in his broken French; "but you must be careful, I
hear he is not over well pleased."
"It seems to me that your Eminence hears everything," I replied
bluntly, as soon as my feeling of surprise would allow me to speak.
Putting on his hat, he said with a smile, "To-night, thanks to you, I
am going to hear something interesting. Evidently you were born under
a lucky star, and I was fortunate in securing your services. Take care
of yourself, my friend, for according to the stars our fortunes are
bound up together."
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