de Ribeirac, and Livarot. Seeing all
this, St. Luc guessed that Bussy was sent by Monsieur to provoke a
quarrel. He trembled more than ever, for he feared the combatants were
about to take his house for a battle-field. He ran to Quelus, who already
had his hand on his sword, and said, "In Heaven's name be moderate."
"Parbleu, he attacks you as well as us."
"Quelus, think of the Duc d'Anjou, who supports Bussy; you do not
suppose I fear Bussy himself?"
"Eh! Mordieu, what need we fear; we belong to the king. If we get into
peril for him he will help us."
"You, yes; but me," said St. Luc, piteously.
"Ah dame, why do you marry, knowing how jealous the king is in his
friendships?"
"Good," thought St. Luc, "everyone for himself; and as I wish to live
tranquil during the first fortnight of my marriage, I will make friends
with M. Bussy." And he advanced towards him. After his impertinent
speech, Bussy had looked round the room to see if any one would take
notice of it. Seeing St. Luc approach, he thought he had found what he
sought.
"Monsieur," said he, "is it to what I said just now, that I owe the honor
of the conversation you appear to desire?"
"Of what you have just said, I heard nothing. No, I saw you, and
wished to salute you, and thank you for the honor you have done me by
your presence here."
Bussy, who knew the courage of St. Luc, understood at once that he
considered the duties of a host paramount, and answered him politely.
Henri, who had seen the movement said, "Oh, oh! I fear there is
mischief there; I cannot have St. Luc killed. Go and see, Quelus; no,
you are too rash--you, Maugiron."
But St. Luc did not let him approach Bussy, but came to meet him and
returned with him to the king.
"What have you been saying to that coxcomb?" asked the king.
"I, sire?"
"Yes, you."
"I said, good evening."
"Oh! was that all?"
St. Luc saw he was wrong. "I said, good evening; adding, that I would
have the honor of saying good morning to-morrow."
"Ah! I suspected it."
"Will your majesty keep my secret?" said St. Luc.
"Oh! parbleu, if you could get rid of him without injury to yourself----"
The minions exchanged a rapid glance, which Henri III. seemed not to
notice.
"For," continued he, "his insolence is too much."
"Yes, yes," said St. Luc, "but some day he will find his master."
"Oh!" said the king, "he manages the sword well. Why does he not get
bit by some dog?" And he threw a spiteful glance on Bussy, who was
walking about, laughing at all the king's friends.
"Corbleu!" cried Chicot, "do not be so rude to my friends, M. Bussy,
for I draw the sword, though I am a king, as well as if I was a common
man."
"If he continue such pleasantries, I will chastise Chicot, sire," said
Maugiron.
"No, no, Maugiron, Chicot is a gentleman. Besides, it is not he who
most deserves punishment, for it is not he who is most insolent."
This time there was no mistaking, and Quelus made signs to D'O and
D'Epernon, who had been in a different part of the room, and had not
heard what was going on. "Gentlemen," said Quelus, "come to the
council; you, St. Luc, go and finish making your peace with the king."
St. Luc approached the king, while the others drew back into a window.
"Well," said D'Epernon, "what do you want? I was making love, and I
warn you, if your recital be not interesting I shall be very angry."
"I wish to tell you that after the ball I set off for the chase."
"For what chase?"
"That of the wild boar."
"What possesses you to go, in this cold, to be killed in some thicket?"
"Never mind, I am going."
"Alone?"
"No, with Maugiron and Schomberg. We hunt for the king."
"Ah! yes, I understand," said Maugiron and Schomberg.
"The king wishes a boar's head for breakfast to-morrow."
"With the neck dressed à l'Italienne," said Maugiron, alluding to the
turn-down collar which Bussy wore in opposition to their ruffs.
"Ah, ah," said D'Epernon, "I understand."
"What is it?" asked D'O, "for I do not."
"Ah! look round you."
"Well!"
"Did any one laugh at us here?"
"Yes, Bussy."
"Well, that is the wild boar the king wants."
"You think the king----"
"He asks for it."
"Well, then, so be it. But how do we hunt?"
"In ambush; it is the surest."
Bussy remarked the conference, and, not doubting that they were
talking of him, approached, with his friends.
"Look, Antragues, look, Ribeirac," said he, "how they are grouped;
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