Traitor and True: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
History
Traitor and True: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction
"Yet," he said to himself, as he gazed, or rather peered up, at the
thing from where he stood, his head being under the lower part of the
coarse tapestry, "what matters the cause of its being there since, by
its existence, I have been enabled to hear one portion of this
villainous scheme discussed, and, by God's will, may be enabled to
hear still more. So, too, I observe that the tapestry on the other
side prevents that grating from being visible to any in the woman's
salon, therefore none will guess that there is a listener here. 'Tis
very well. If I know aught of plotters and conspirators there will be
no more talk in there until the night has come and the house is at
rest, wherefore, since this is the time of day when the Duchess
sleeps, as do all her countrywomen and most of her countrymen, I will
go and pass an hour or so with sweet Jacquette. Then will I tell her,
from whom I have no secrets, of how I purpose passing part of my
night."
At the same time, since he was a young man of method, he looked around
his room while pondering if he could not utilise some piece of
furniture by pushing it up against the wall so that, by standing on
it, he should hear better whatever might be said within that room. All
the same he decided, after a moment's reflection, not to do this.
"Last night I heard much," he thought to himself, "though that other
and La Truaumont spoke but in whispers: to-night, since I shall not be
in bed but under the hangings, I should hear still better. And, also,
the maid will doubtless come here at night to fill the ewer and
prepare the bed; she would observe the change I have made. Let be.
'Tis best so."
Upon which he went out after locking his door behind him, a precaution
never to be neglected in such times as these when nothing worth
filching, even down to a plume for a hat or a wisp of lace, was safe
from some one or other's thievish hands. After which he made his way
to Jacquette's room and tapped lightly on the door to call her forth.
"Sweetheart," he said, when she came to it, "put on thy hood and come
out into the streets of this old city. The Duchess should be sleeping
now and have no need for thee."
"She is asleep, or seeking sleep. You know, Humphrey, we set out for
Geneva and the Milanese territory to-morrow."
"I know, dear one, and we will ride together side by side as we have
ridden here from Paris, though by devious ways and far off a straight
route. Yet, as you may guess, there is much to be done by me ere we
set forth."
"I know. I know. But wait for me below. I will but get my cape and
hood--'tis cold here in this damp, mountainous land--and then be with
you. But for an hour only, Humphrey. Only one hour."
"It must suffice since it can be no more. Yet we shall still be much
together until," looking softly at her, "we are together for ever."
After which he descended and went out to the great _place_ between the
inn and the Rhine and waited for his love to descend.
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