The House of the Wolf | Page 7

of culverins, which the Vicomte had got twenty years before, at the

time of the battle of St. Quentin. We fixed one of these at the head of
the ramp, and placed the other on the terrace, where by moving it a few
paces forward we could train it on Bezers' house, which thus lay at our
mercy,
Not that we really expected an attack. But we did not know what to
expect or what to fear. We had not ten servants, the Vicomte having
taken a score of the sturdiest lackeys and keepers to attend him at
Bayonne. And we felt immensely responsible. Our main hope was that
the Vidame would at once go on to Paris, and postpone his vengeance.
So again and again we cast longing glances at the House of the Wolf
hoping that each symptom of bustle heralded his departure.
Consequently it was a shock to me, and a great downfall of hopes,
when Gil with a grave face came to me on the terrace and announced
that M. le Vidame was at the gate, asking to see Mademoiselle.
"It is out of the question that he should see her," the old servant added,
scratching his head in grave perplexity.
"Most certainly. I will see him instead," I answered stoutly. "Do you
leave Francis and another at the gate, Gil. Marie, keep within sight, lad.
And let Croisette stay with me."
These preparations made--and they took up scarcely a moment--I met
the Vidame at the head of the ramp. "Mademoiselle de Caylus," I said,
bowing, "is, I regret to say, indisposed to-day, Vidame."
"She will not see me?" he asked, eyeing me very unpleasantly.
"Her indisposition deprives her of the pleasure," I answered with an
effort. He was certainly a wonderful man, for at sight of him,
three-fourths of my courage, and all my importance, oozed out at the
heels of my boots.
"She will not see me. Very well," he replied, as if I had not spoken.
And the simple words sounded like a sentence of death. "Then, M.
Anne, I have a crow to pick with you. What compensation do you

propose to make for the death of my servant? A decent, quiet fellow,
whom you killed yesterday, poor man, because his enthusiasm for the
true faith carried him away a little."
"Whom I killed because he drew a dagger on M. St. Croix de Caylus at
the Vicomte's gate," I answered steadily. I had thought about this of
course and was ready for it. "You are aware, M. de Bezers," I continued,
"that the Vicomte has jurisdiction extending to life and death over all
persons within the valley?"
"My household excepted," he rejoined quietly.
"Precisely; while they are within the curtilage of your house," I retorted.
"However as the punishment was summary, and the man had no time to
confess himself, I am willing to--"
"Well?"
"To pay Father Pierre to say ten masses for his soul."
The way the Vidame received this surprised me. He broke into
boisterous laughter. "By our Lady, my friend," he cried with rough
merriment, "but you are a joker! You are indeed. Masses? Why the man
was a Protestant!"
And that startled me more than anything which had gone before; more
indeed than I can explain. For it seemed to prove that this man,
laughing his unholy laugh was not like other men. He did not pick and
choose his servants for their religion. He was sure that the Huguenot
would stone his fellow at his bidding; the Catholic cry "Vive Coligny!"
I was so completely taken aback that I found no words to answer him,
and it was Croisette who said smartly, "Then how about his enthusiasm
for the true faith, M. le Vidame?"
"The true faith," he answered--"for my servants is my faith." Then a
thought seemed to strike him. "What is more." he continued slowly,
"that it is the true and only faith for all, thousands will learn before the
world is ten days older. Bear my words in mind, boy! They will come

back to you. And now hear me," he went on in his usual tone, "I am
anxious to accommodate a neighbour. It goes without saying that I
would not think of putting you, M. Anne, to any trouble for the sake of
that rascal of mine. But my people will expect something. Let the
plaguy fellow who caused all this disturbance be given up to me, that I
may hang him; and let us cry quits."
"That is impossible!" I answered coolly. I had no need to ask what he
meant. Give up Pavannes' messenger indeed! Never!
He regarded me--unmoved by my refusal--with a smile under which I
chafed, while I was impotent to resent it. "Do not build too much on