The House of the Wolf: A RomanceWeyman, Stanley John
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The House of the Wolf: A Romance
Weyman, Stanley John
Saint Bartholomew's Day, Massacre of, France, 1572 -- Fiction
Yet while I exulted boyishly, I did not forget what I was about. I kept
my eyes open, and soon remarked that the number of people passing to
and fro in the dark streets had much increased within the last half
hour. The silence in which in groups or singly these figures stole by
me was very striking. I heard no brawling, fighting or singing; yet if
it were too late for these things, why were so many people up and
about? I began to count presently, and found that at least half of
those I met wore badges in their hats and on their arms, similar to
mine, and that they all moved with a businesslike air, as if bound for
some rendezvous.
I was not a fool, though I was young, and in some matters less quick
than Croisette. The hints which had been dropped by so many had not
been lost on me. "There is more afoot to-night than you know of!"
Madame d'O had said. And having eyes as well as ears I fully believed
it. Something was afoot. Something was going to happen in Paris
before morning. But what, I wondered. Could it be that a rebellion was
about to break out? If so I was on the king's service, and all was
well. I might even be going--and only eighteen--to make history! Or
was it only a brawl on a great scale between two parties of nobles? I
had heard of such things happening in Paris. Then--well I did not see
how I could act in that case. I must be guided by events.
I did not imagine anything else which it could be. That is the truth,
though it may need explanation. I was accustomed only to the milder
religious differences, the more evenly balanced parties of Quercy,
where the peace between the Catholics and Huguenots had been welcome to
all save a very few. I could not gauge therefore the fanaticism of the
Parisian populace, and lost count of the factor, which made possible
that which was going to happen--was going to happen in Paris before
daylight as surely as the sun was going to rise! I knew that the
Huguenot nobles were present in the city in great numbers, but it did
not occur to me that they could as a body be in danger. They were many
and powerful, and as was said, in favour with the king. They were
under the protection of the King of Navarre--France's brother-in-law of
a week, and the Prince of Conde; and though these princes were young,
Coligny the sagacious admiral was old, and not much the worse I had
learned for his wound. He at least was high in royal favour, a trusted
counsellor. Had not the king visited him on his sick-bed and sat by
him for an hour together?
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