"I beg your Majesty to rely upon me as regards these questions of honor," replied François de Lorraine. "We do not shun the combat simply by changing the field of battle; and I sincerely hope that the rebels will take the trouble of following us to Amboise." "Why do you say that you hope so, Monsieur?" asked the king. "Why?" said Le Balafré, with his superb smile. "Because it will be a good opportunity to put an end once for all to heretics and heresy; because it is high time to strike at them in some other way than in fiction and allegory; because I would have given two fingers of my hand--my left hand--to bring about without difficulty the decisive struggle which these reckless fools are inviting, for our triumph." "Alas!" sighed the king, "is this struggle anything less than civil war?" "Let us accept it for the sake of having done with it," replied the Duc de Guise. "This, in a word, is my plan,--your Majesty must remember that we have only these rebels to deal with: Saving this retreat from Blois, which will not arouse their suspicions, I hope, we will affect the most complete security and most utter ignorance in regard to their plans. And when they advance upon us, like the traitors that they are, to surprise us, we shall be the ones to surprise them, and catch them in their own trap. Therefore let no sign of alarm escape you, or any appearance of flight; this advice is meant especially for you, Madame," he said, turning to Mary. "My orders will be given, and your people notified to be ready, but it will be done secretly. Let there be no suspicion outside of our preparations or our apprehensions, and I will answer for everything." "What hour is fixed for our departure?" asked François, with a dejected air of resignation. "Sire, three in the afternoon," said the duke; "I have taken all needful steps." "What! before coming to me?" "Even so, Sire," replied Le Balafré, firmly; "for before I came to you, I was perfectly sure that your Majesty would listen to the voice of reason and honor." "Very well!" said the young king, with a feeble smile, completely conquered, "we will be ready at three o'clock, Monsieur; we have every confidence in you." "Sire," said the duke, "I thank you for your confidence, and will strive to merit it. But I beg your Majesty to excuse me, for at such times minutes are precious, and I have twenty letters to write, and a hundred commissions to give out. Therefore my brother and myself will humbly take leave of your Majesty." He saluted the king and queen quite abruptly, and went out with the cardinal. François and Mary gazed at each other ruefully for a moment without speaking. "Well, my darling," said the king at last, "how about our fair vision of a journey to Rome?" "It seems to have resolved itself into a flight to Amboise," sighed Mary. At this moment Madame Dayelle, the queen's first lady-in-waiting, appeared.