Adventure stories; France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
As my mind ran on in this way, I noticed a pin attached to
the dainty bow, and at first I had a mind to fasten the token to the
side of my hat, saying half aloud to myself, '_Par Dieu!_ But I will
bear this favour to the King to-morrow,' and then I felt I had no
right to wear the ribbon, and, changing my intention to do so, thrust
it back with a half smile at my folly.
Gradually the moonlight faded into a shimmering mist, through which
purple shadows came and went; gradually the mist grew darker and
darker, and I fell asleep. My sleep could not have lasted much more
than an hour; but so profound was it that ages seemed to have passed
when I awoke with a start, and the consciousness of movement around
me. The moon was on the wane; but I saw that the camp was astir, and
that the men were being mustered as silently as possible.
'So things are about to happen,' I said to myself, recalling de Rone's
words, and hastily saddling my horse, sprang on his back, and moved
towards the General's tent. All around me was the muffled tramp of
feet, the jingle of chain-bits and steel scabbards, the plunging of
impatient horses, and a subdued hum of voices, above which rose now
and again a hoarse word of command, as regiment after regiment wheeled
into position on the level stretch before us. Three long black lines
were moving noiselessly and rapidly towards the Oise. I knew they were
de Leyva's brigade of Spanish infantry, veterans of the war of
Flanders. To my right the occasional flash of a lance-head through the
thick haze that was coming up, but which the morning sun would
dissipate, showed me where the cuirassiers of Aumale were, and I
thought of de Gomeron with regret that I had not finished him before
de Rone's inopportune arrival. I had to die, and it might have been
some consolation, in such mood was I, to have sent Adam de Gomeron on
the dark way before me.
When I reached the General's pavilion de Rone was just mounting his
horse, a lackey standing near with a sputtering torch, and his staff
in a little clump, a few yards away. I saluted, and he gave me a keen
look, saying:
'So you have come, M. d'Auriac--take your place with the staff. I will
give you your work later on--and remember.'
'I am not likely to forget, M. le Marquis,' and I moved off in the
direction indicated.
'Is that you, d'Auriac?' 'Why have you left the outposts?'
'_Sangdieu!_ but why did you not come to us last night?' 'How is M. de
Rethelois, and have you seen the abbess of Ste. Genevieve?'
These and suchlike greetings met me as I was recognised and welcomed
by de Belin, the young Tavannes, de Cosse-Brissac, and others of my
acquaintance. I replied as best I might, but there was no time for
much talk, as the General was moving onwards at a rapid pace, and we
were compelled to follow at once. I dropped a little to the rear, to
husband the strength of my horse as far as possible, and was joined by
another rider.
^Is that you, Belin?'
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