France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction; Montgomery, Gabriel, comte de, 1530-1574 -- Fiction
"You know, Monseigneur," Nostradamus began, "that I do not occupy myself
entirely with men's illnesses. I have presumed to look farther and
higher. I have tried to read their destinies,--a task full of
uncertainty and obscurity; but in default of light, I have sometimes, I
think, caught glimpses of the truth. God, I am convinced, has written
twice over, in advance of his birth, the vast and mighty scheme of each
man's destiny; in the stars of heaven, his native land, to which he
raises his eyes so often, and in the lines of his hand,--an intricate
conjuring book which he carries always with him, but which he cannot
even begin to spell except at the cost of unwearying study. During many
days and nights, Monseigneur, I have dug and delved away at these two
sciences, as fathomless as the cask of the Danaïdes,--chiromancy and
astrology. I have summoned before me all future ages; and a thousand
years from now, those who are then alive may be sometimes amazed at my
prophecies. But I know that the truth only shines in streaks, for
although I sometimes see clearly, often, alas! I am in doubt.
Nevertheless I am certain that I have now and then hours of clairvoyance
which almost frighten me, Monseigneur. In one of these infrequent hours,
I saw, twenty-five years ago, the destiny of a gentleman attached to the
court of King François clearly written in the stars which watched over
his birth and in the complicated lines of his hand. This extraordinary,
curious, and perilous destiny made a strong impression on me. Fancy my
astonishment, then, when in your hand and in the stars which presided
over your birth, I seemed to read a horoscope like that which had so
surprised me long ago; but I could not distinguish it so clearly as
before and the lapse of twenty-five years had confused my memory. Last
of all, Monseigneur, last month, in the height of your fever, you
pronounced a name; I heard only the name, but it caught my attention at
once. It was the name of the Comte de Montgommery."
"Of the Comte de Montgommery?" Gabriel cried in alarm.
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