Count Hannibal

Count Hannibal, by Stanley J.
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Title: Count Hannibal A Romance of the Court of France
Author: Stanley J. Weyman
Release Date: May 3, 2005 [eBook #15763]
Language: English
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COUNT HANNIBAL

A ROMANCE OF THE COURT OF FRANCE.
by Stanley J. Weyman.
SORORI
SUA CAUSSA CARAE
PRO ERGA MATREM AMORE
ETIAM CARIORI
HOC FRATER.

CONTENTS
I. CRIMSON FAVOURS
II. HANNIBAL DE SAULX, COMTE DE TAVANNES
III. THE HOUSE NEXT THE GOLDEN MAID
IV. THE EVE OF THE FEAST
V. A ROUGH WOOING
VI. "WHO TOUCHES TAVANNES?"
VII. IN THE AMPHITHEATRE
VIII. TWO HENS AND AN EGG
IX. UNSTABLE
X. MADAME ST. LO
XI. A BARGAIN

XII. IN THE HALL OF THE LOUVRE
XIII. DIPLOMACY
XIV. TOO SHORT A SPOON
XV. THE BROTHER OF ST. MAGLOIRE
XVI. AT CLOSE QUARTERS
XVII. THE DUEL
XVIII. ANDROMEDA, PERSEUS BEING ABSENT
XIX. IN THE ORLEANNAIS
XX. ON THE CASTLE HILL
XXI. SHE WOULD, AND WOULD NOT
XXII. PLAYING WITH FIRE
XXIII. A MIND, AND NOT A MIND
XXIV. AT THE KING'S INN
XXV. THE COMPANY OF THE BLEEDING HEART
XXVI. TEMPER
XXVII. THE BLACK TOWN
XXVIII. IN THE LITTLE CHAPTER-HOUSE
XXIX. THE ESCAPE
XXX. SACRILEGE!
XXXI. THE FLIGHT FROM ANGERS

XXXII. THE ORDEAL BY STEEL
XXXIII. THE AMBUSH
XXXIV. "WHICH WILL YOU, MADAME?"
XXXV. AGAINST THE WALL
XXXVI. HIS KINGDOM
CHAPTER I.
CRIMSON FAVOURS.
M. de Tavannes smiled. Mademoiselle averted her eyes, and shivered;
as if the air, even of that close summer night, entering by the door at
her elbow, chilled her. And then came a welcome interruption.
"Tavannes!"
"Sire!"
Count Hannibal rose slowly. The King had called, and he had no choice
but to obey and go. Yet he hung a last moment over his companion, his
hateful breath stirring her hair.
"Our pleasure is cut short too soon, Mademoiselle," he said, in the tone,
and with the look, she loathed. "But for a few hours only. We shall
meet to-morrow. Or, it may be--earlier."
She did not answer, and "Tavannes!" the King repeated with violence.
"Tavannes! Mordieu!" his Majesty continued, looking round furiously.
"Will no one fetch him? Sacre nom, am I King, or a dog of a--"
"I come, sire!" the Count cried hastily. For Charles, King of France,
Ninth of the name, was none of the most patient; and scarce another in
the Court would have ventured to keep him waiting so long. "I come,
sire; I come!" Tavannes repeated, as he moved from Mademoiselle's
side.

He shouldered his way through the circle of courtiers, who barred the
road to the presence, and in part hid her from observation. He pushed
past the table at which Charles and the Comte de Rochefoucauld had
been playing primero, and at which the latter still sat, trifling idly with
the cards. Three more paces, and he reached the King, who stood in the
ruelle with Rambouillet and the Italian Marshal. It was the latter who, a
moment before, had summoned his Majesty from his game.
Mademoiselle, watching him go, saw so much; so much, and the King's
roving eyes and haggard face, and the four figures, posed apart in the
fuller light of the upper half of the Chamber. Then the circle of
courtiers came together before her, and she sat back on her stool. A
fluttering, long-drawn sigh escaped her. Now, if she could slip out and
make her escape! Now--she looked round. She was not far from the
door; to withdraw seemed easy. But a staring, whispering knot of
gentlemen and pages blocked the way; and the girl, ignorant of the
etiquette of the Court, and with no more than a week's experience of
Paris, had not the courage to rise and pass alone through the group.
She had come to the Louvre this Saturday evening under the wing of
Madame d'Yverne, her fiance's cousin. By ill-hap Madame had been
summoned to the Princess Dowager's closet, and perforce had left her.
Still, Mademoiselle had her betrothed, and in his charge had sat herself
down to wait, nothing loth, in the great gallery, where all was bustle
and gaiety and entertainment. For this, the seventh day of the fetes,
held to celebrate the marriage of the King of Navarre and Charles's
sister--a marriage which was to reconcile the two factions of the
Huguenots and the Catholics, so long at war--saw