Adventure stories; France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
At last, just as my patience was worn to its last shred, I saw the
glaze in the window begin to whiten, and almost immediately after
heard footsteps on the landing. This was enough for me, and, unable to
be still longer, I sprang out of bed and hastened to open the door
myself. It admitted Jacques, and a figure in whom I should never have
recognised the notary had I not known that it could be no other than
Pantin. Jacques bore a tray loaded with refreshments, and Pantin held
a lantern, for it was still dark, in one hand, and something that
looked like the folds of a long cloak hung in the loop of his arm. The
noise of their entrance awoke de Belin. With a muttered exclamation I
did not catch, he roused himself, and, the candles being lit, we
proceeded to make a hasty toilet. As I drew on my boots I saw they
were yet wet and muddy, and was about to rate Jacques when Pantin
anticipated, 'I told him to let them be so, monsieur,--you have a part
to play; put this over your left eye.' And with these words he handed
me a huge patch. Then, in place of my own hat, I found I had to wear a
frayed cap of a dark sage-green velvet, with a scarecrow-looking white
feather sticking from it. Lastly, Pantin flung over my shoulders a
long cloak of the same colour as the cap, and seemingly as old. It
fell almost down to my heels, and was fastened at the throat by a pair
of leather straps in lieu of a clasp.
'Faith!' exclaimed the Vicompte, as he stood a little to one side and
surveyed me, 'if you play up to your dress you are more likely to
adorn, than raise the gallows Jacques spoke of.'
But I cut short his gibing with an impatient command to Pantin to
start. The little man, however, demurred--
'You must eat something first, monsieur--not a step will I budge till
you have done that.'
I forced myself to swallow a little, during which time our plans of
overnight were hastily run over; Palin, who had joined us, declared he
would go to the Princess Catherine, and seek her aid. We knew that was
useless, but not desiring to thwart the old man let him have his will.
It was decided, however, in case I had anything to communicate, that I
should hasten to the Rue de Bourdonnais, and that in the meantime the
Vicompte would see the Master-General at once and try what could be
done. This being settled, and having ordered Jacques, who protested
loudly, to stay behind, Pantin and I started off on our search for the
Toison d'Or.
As he closed the entrance door behind him carefully, and Jacques
turned the key, I looked up and down the Rue des Deux Mondes, but
there was not a soul stirring.
''Tis the cold hour, monsieur,' said Pantin, shivering as he drew the
remnant of a cloak he wore closer over his shoulders, 'and we are safe
from all eyes,' and then I noticed for the first time that his feet
were bare, and that he carried a pair of old shoes in one hand and an
empty basket in the other.
'But you are not going like that, man!' I said; 'you will catch a
fever.'
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