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
Caylus Castle stands on a rock in the middle of the narrow valley of
that name. The town clusters about the ledges of the rock so closely
that when I was a boy I could fling a stone clear of the houses. The
hills are scarcely five hundred yards distant on either side, rising in
tamer colours from the green fields about the brook. It is possible
from the terrace to see the whole valley, and the road which passes
through it lengthwise. Catherine's eyes were on the northern extremity
of the defile, where the highway from Cahors descends from the uplands.
She had been sitting with her face turned that way all the afternoon.
I looked that way too. A solitary horseman was descending the steep
track from the hills.
"Mademoiselle!" cried the Vidame suddenly. We all looked up. His tone
was such that the colour fled from Kit's face. There was something in
his voice she had never heard in any voice before--something that to a
woman was like a blow. "Mademoiselle," he snarled, "is expecting news
from Cahors, from her lover. I have the honour to congratulate M. de
Pavannes on his conquest."
Ah! he had guessed it! As the words fell on the sleepy silence, an
insult in themselves, I sprang to my feet, amazed and angry, yet
astounded by his quickness of sight and wit. He must have recognized
the Pavannes badge at that distance. "M. le Vidame," I said
indignantly--Catherine was white and voiceless--"M. le Vidame--" but
there I stopped and faltered stammering. For behind him I could see
Croisette; and Croisette gave me no sign of encouragement or support.
So we stood face to face for a moment; the boy and the man of the
world, the stripling and the ROUE. Then the Vidame bowed to me in
quite a new fashion. "M. Anne de Caylus desires to answer for M. de
Pavannes?" he asked smoothly; with a mocking smoothness.
I understood what he meant. But something prompted me--Croisette said
afterwards that it was a happy thought, though now I know the crisis to
have been less serious than he fancied to answer, "Nay, not for M. de
Pavannes. Rather for my cousin." And I bowed. "I have the honour on
her behalf to acknowledge your congratulations, M. le Vidame. It
pleases her that our nearest neighbour should also be the first outside
the family to wish her well. You have divined truly in supposing that
she will shortly be united to M. de Pavannes."
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