"Yes; of the Queen of France. In brief, the Queen wants a reliable
person to do something for her. It must be someone unknown to the
Court. Will you undertake the business or not? It will, at any rate,
enable you to leave Paris in safety, in broad day if you will, though
out of Paris you may have to look to your skin."
Like an old war-horse I scented the battle, and my blood flamed through
me. Le Brusquet was right. With cunning knowledge he had pulled at my
heart-strings, and laid bare my secret to myself. Win or lose, I now
knew that I had to come back to the world; and it should be now. I
rose to my feet.
"I accept," I said, "whatever is offered me."
"I thought you would," he answered; "and I may tell you that De Lorgnac
knows of this. At first it was he who was to have undertaken the
affair; but he is too well known, and the Queen would have none of him.
He it was who suggested your name to me; and," he went on, with a
smile, "it was all prearranged that he should leave us together, so
that I might open the matter to you."
"But the Queen! Perhaps----"
"There is no perhaps about it. The Queen asked De Lorgnac to find her
an agent, and he has named you."
"I was going to say that if the Queen finds I am bourgeois----"
"We can leave the matter of a coat-of-arms to the Queen." And he
laughed as he continued: "Perhaps that may come to the plain Monsieur
Broussel--and--it has just gone compline, and we, or rather you, must
see the Queen."
"I am ready," I said.
"Then let us be away! Everything has gone well. The King has left for
Fontainebleau to hunt the boar. He started this afternoon; Madame
Diane is with him. The royal children are at St. Germain-en-Laye, and
but for its guards the Louvre is deserted; there is no one here but the
Queen. Come, then!"
With a whistle to the ape, which hopped along in front of us, he opened
the door and passed out, I following on his heels. Outside, we found
ourselves in a maze of twisting passages, along which my guide went
with quick, light steps. Finally, we turned into an arched doorway,
and, ascending a stair, stood on the roof of one of the galleries
connecting the wings of the Louvre with the great keep.
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