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moment after I made it, for I caught

the jester plucking at my friend's sleeve in warning; but the other
laughed, and, addressing me in a high and gracious way, said:
"Monsieur, once more thanks! I accept your offer. Of a truth!" and he
ruefully looked at his handkerchief, "this is a trifle too much cupping
for me."
I bowed, and led the way across the road; but the jester stayed us,
calling out in his high-pitched tones:
"Just a look at this carrion! One may as well see upon whom our friend
here has put his mark." So saying he stooped and turned over the man,
the first of the two who had fallen. He lay half in a stagnant pool of
water, and was quite dead, as we could see, for the moon fell clearly on
his evil and distorted face and horny, film-covered eyes.
"As dead as imperial Caesar," said the jester; "nor can I say who or
what he was. St. Siege! Stay--see this!" And throwing back the man's
cloak, which half covered his breast, he pointed with his fingers at a
crest embroidered on the doublet. It was a crescent in silver, with a
scroll beneath it, and as we all stooped down to see, the jester's keen
eyes met those of his companion.
"The scroll explains all," he said, as if in reference to the attack upon
them: "it is totum donec impleat orbem."
"Diane?"
"Yes; Diane de Poitiers--Diane, Duchess of Valentinois--Diane, the
curse of France! But I should play the Caliph Aaron no more, and keep
home of nights; better still, take horse with the dawn for Navarre!"
There was a strange earnestness in the speaker's voice. There he was,
one knee to ground, a finger resting on the ill-omened crest of the
mistress of the King, the moon shining on his rich dress of black and
gold, on the sharp, weasel-like face, and keen eyes that looked up at his
friend.

"There is more in this than I thought at first," I said to myself, and
scanned the features of the dead man more closely. He looked like a
foreigner, and, saying that I was going to see after the other, I turned
away, but with my ears skinned, as I began to dislike the affair
exceedingly.
As I suspected, the jester began to warn his friend once more.
"Monseigneur, there has been enough folly for tonight, and your wound
is but slight. Go not into the house! Let us thank him--reward him if
you will--but let us be off!"
"Hush, Le Brusquet!" said the other in the same low tone. "There is no
fear, and if there is danger I turn not from it."
I had heard enough, and seen enough too. The other man had got off
somehow. He had fallen, it is true, but recovered himself sufficiently to
make away. One can never be sure of the riposte in an uncertain light,
and uncertain moonlight is worst of all.
"He has got off," I said as I returned; "and 'twere well to have your
wound looked after, if you mean to have it done."
With this I led the way to the door of my house, and opening it bade
them enter. The fair-haired man passed in at once, but I caught a gleam
in Le Brusquet's hand as he followed. He had drawn his dagger once
more.
My first thought had been, much as I disliked him, to ask Camus to
help me in dressing the wound; but upon consideration, and chiefly,
after I had heard Le Brusquet address his friend as "Monseigneur," I
deemed it preferable that I should see to it myself. I had some
experience in these things. A soldier should know how to stop as well
as to let blood; and by way of precaution I always keep a little store of
remedies at hand, for one never knows when they may be needed, as
they were then. With this in my mind I led the way up into my
apartment. Here, I may mention, I had established myself modestly but
comfortably. It is true that the walls were bare, except for a demi-suit of

mail, a couple of swords, and a banner I had taken at Cerisolles; but for
the rest, what with my books--I had five in all--and my lute, I flattered
myself that I had all that a man needed.
Pierrebon was asleep on a settle, and I had to call twice ere I could
wake him, for he slept like the dead. But he rose quickly enough, and
lit the candles. Then, bidding him fetch me materials for dressing a cut,
I begged my guests to be seated. It was the first chance we had of really
seeing each other. The jester Le