The Duke's Motto Part 6
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Lagardere interrupted him, indifferent to the evil appreciation on the faces of the spectators. "It will serve at once. I am going to try it on its master."
"On Nevers?" queried Staupitz, hoa.r.s.ely.
Lagardere nodded. "On no less a man. I should have told you that I plagued him until he promised me my revenge. When I was exiled I wrote to remind him." Lagardere drew a letter from his breast and held it up for a moment before returning it to its lodging. "In this letter he accepts my challenge, names the time, the place--"
Cocarda.s.se interrupted: "What time?"
"To-night at ten," Lagardere replied.
"The place?" asked Pa.s.sepoil.
"The moat of Caylus," Lagardere answered. He pointed to the window at which aesop had been sitting so long. "You can see it from that window."
There was a general look of astonishment on the faces of all the bravos.
Pa.s.sepoil, quick with his Norman caution, glanced at Staupitz and the group about him, and put his finger cautiously to his lips.
Cocarda.s.se was still inquisitive. "Why there?" he questioned.
Lagardere explained, amiably: "Because such is the good duke's pleasure.
When I sent him my cartel I made it plain that I had little time on my hands, as I was anxious, on account of the king's fire-new zeal against duelling, to cross the frontier as speedily as might be. I knew the duke was staying on his estates near by, and I suggested, with a fine show of gravity, that possibly his highness was acquainted with some quiet place in the neighborhood of the Castle of Caylus where we might settle our little difference. Oh, the words were solemnly couched, but I swear to you that I laughed heartily when I wrote them."
Lagardere laughed again in memory of that former mirth as he made an end of speaking. Cocarda.s.se scratched an ear and glanced at Pa.s.sepoil.
Pa.s.sepoil scratched an ear and glanced at Cocarda.s.se. The rest of the bravos stared with a sullen curiosity at Lagardere, who paid no heed to their gaze.
"Why did you laugh?" Cocarda.s.se asked, after a short pause.
Lagardere answered him affably: "Because I knew that my allusion to Caylus would fret my excellent enemy. There is, it seems, a beauty hidden in that gloomy castle, Gabrielle de Caylus, whom my duke adores in spite of the ancient feud between the two houses of Caylus and Nevers. It should please him to fight under the eyes of his lady love, whom I can console if I win."
The idea seemed to please Lagardere, for he again began to laugh softly to himself after he had finished speaking. But Cocarda.s.se did not seem to think it was a laughing matter, for his voice was almost solemn as he asked: "Did you speak of the lady in your letter to Nevers?"
Lagardere interrupted his mirth to reply: "Of course. The situation is so humorous. I suggested playfully that there was a lovely princess imprisoned in the castle of a wicked old ogre named Caylus, and I hinted that if things turned out as I hoped, I might be fortunate enough to carry solace and freedom to the captive damsel." He paused for a moment and then asked in wonder: "Why do you pull such long faces?"
For, indeed, the faces of the swashbucklers were almost funereal in their solemnity. Pa.s.sepoil, relying upon his Norman cunning, took it upon himself to explain a ticklish situation. "It is lucky we are here to help you," he said, knowingly.
Lagardere's laughter became more p.r.o.nounced. "To help me?" he cried, and he shook with amus.e.m.e.nt at the absurdity of the words.
Pa.s.sepoil insisted: "It's no laughing matter. Nevers is the lady's husband."
He spoke with a portentous solemnity against which Lagardere protested, laughing louder than before. "On the contrary, it is more laughable than ever. A secret marriage. A romance. Perhaps I shall have to soothe a widow when I hoped to woo a maid."
"Better have a sword or two to back you," Cocarda.s.se suggested, cunningly.
Lagardere frowned. "No, thank you. I do my own fighting."
Pa.s.sepoil whispered, insinuatingly: "Could I help to carry off the lady?"
Lagardere's frown deepened. "No, thank you. I do my own love-making.
Clear out and leave me alone. That is all I want of you, my friends."
Cocarda.s.se sighed. "I'd do anything in the world to oblige you, but--" He paused and looked helplessly at his former pupil, whom his faltering speech, his hesitating manner began to anger.
"But what?" said Lagardere, sharply.
Cocarda.s.se made an apologetic gesture. "Every man to his trade. We also are waiting for some one."
Lagardere raised his eyebrows. "Indeed, and that some one?"
The bravos looked at one another uneasily, trying to seem devil-may-care and failing wofully. n.o.body appeared to want to speak. At last Pa.s.sepoil spoke. "That some one is Louis de Nevers," he said, and wished heartily that he did not have to say it.
Lagardere at first appeared to be puzzled by the answer. Then the full meaning of it seemed to fall upon him like a blow, and his face blazed at the insult. "Nevers! You! Ah, this is an ambuscade, and I have sat at drink with a.s.sa.s.sins!"
Cocarda.s.se protested: "Come, captain, come."
Lagardere's only answer was to spring back clear of the nearest swordsmen and to draw his sword again. The bravos gathered together angrily about Staupitz, buzzing like irritated bees.
Lagardere flung his comely head back, and his bright eyes flamed with a royal rage. His words came quick and clear in his anger: "It was for this you sought to learn Nevers's thrust, and I--Oh, it would make the G.o.ds laugh to think that I taught it to you! You have the best of the joke so far, excellent a.s.sa.s.sins, but if any one of you touches a hair of Nevers's head he will find that the joke is two-edged, like my sword. If Nevers must die, it shall be in honorable battle and by my hands, but not by yours, while Lagardere lives."
aesop commented, sneeringly: "Lagardere is not immortal."
Staupitz grunted, angrily: "Shall one man dictate to nine?" and made an appealing gesture to his comrades, inciting them against their censor.
Lagardere faced their menaces with the contemptuous indifference with which a mastiff might have faced as many rats. He commanded, imperiously: "Pack off, the whole gang of you, and leave Nevers to me!"
The bravos still buzzed and grumbled: Cocarda.s.se rubbed his chin thoughtfully; Pa.s.sepoil pinched his long nose. The situation was becoming critical. Lagardere was Lagardere, but he was only one man, after all, in a narrow room, against great odds. Truly, the odds would be diminished if the quarrel came to actual blows, for Cocarda.s.se was resolved, and he knew that Pa.s.sepoil was resolved also, to side with Lagardere in such an emergency. But even with the situation thus altered the result could only be unnecessary bloodshed, which would be bad, for, if Lagardere was their dear Little Parisian, the others were also their comrades. Further, it would mean the postponing, probably the abandonment, of their enterprise against Nevers, which would be much worse. Cocarda.s.se plucked the Norman to him with a strong finger and thumb, and whispered in his ear: "Get the boys away and s.h.i.+ft the keys."
Pa.s.sepoil nodded, and glided discreetly among the bravos huddled together at the table, whispering the words of Cocarda.s.se in the ears of each.
Lagardere frowned at this mystery. "What are you whispering?" he asked, angrily.
Cocarda.s.se explained, plausibly. "Only that if you wanted to keep Nevers to yourself--"
Pa.s.sepoil interrupted, concluding: "It mattered little who did the job."
By this time the bravos, who at the beginning of the quarrel had unhooked their rapiers from the wall, were now pulling their cloaks about them and making for the main door. The Italian, the Breton, the Spaniard, the Biscayan, and the Portuguese filed out into the pa.s.sage, followed by aesop, who turned to pay Lagardere a mocking salutation and to say, tauntingly: "So good-night, gallant captain."
Staupitz, with an air of surly carelessness, sauntered down to the only other door in the room, the door that led to the domestic offices of the Inn. While he did so, Cocarda.s.se held out his hand to Lagardere in sign of amity, but Lagardere refused it. "I am no precisian," he said. "I have kept vile company. I would not deny my hand to a hang-man. But the most tolerant philosopher has his dislikes, and mine are a.s.sa.s.sins."
Cocarda.s.se sighed, and made for the main door, followed by Pa.s.sepoil, who said, wistfully, "Adieu, Little Parisian," a greeting of which Lagardere took no notice.
Now, while aesop had been saying his taunting farewell to Lagardere he had been standing with his back to the door, and with his left hand had dexterously abstracted the key. Also, while Cocarda.s.se had been endeavoring to gain a clasp of the hand from Lagardere, Staupitz had quietly locked the door leading to the kitchen and put that key in his pocket. Now Staupitz, Cocarda.s.se, and Pa.s.sepoil went in their turn through the main door and drew it behind them.
Lagardere seated himself at the table with a sigh of relief as he heard the heavy feet trampling down the pa.s.sage, but his relief did not last long. His quick ears caught a sound that was undoubtedly the click of a key in a lock, followed by the shuffle of cautiously retiring feet. He instantly sprang to his feet, and, rus.h.i.+ng to the main door, caught at the handle and found the door firmly locked.
"d.a.m.n them!" he cried; "they have locked the door." Then he began to shout, furiously, calling first upon Cocarda.s.se, and then upon Pa.s.sepoil by name to open the door immediately, knowing these two to be his friends among the gang of rascals. But no answer came to his cries, and, vigorous though he was, his efforts had no effect upon the solid strength of the door. Turning, he hurried to the door which led to the kitchen and tried that, only to find that it, too, was locked against him, and that it, too, was impregnable. He looked about him hurriedly. He knew it was no use calling for the people of the Inn, who would be sure to side with their truculent customers, and he knew also that, if he did not succeed in making his escape from the trap into which he had blundered, Nevers would be murdered.
He rushed to the window and looked out. The sight was not pleasing. The rugged rock on which the Inn was perched dropped beneath him thirty feet to the moat below, and, though his eyes eagerly scanned the face of the cliff, he could see no possibility, even for one so nimble as himself, of climbing down it successfully. To jump such a height would be to end as a jelly and be of no service to Nevers. For a few wild moments he cursed his folly in having been deluded by the bravos, and then his native high spirits and his native humor came to his a.s.sistance, reminding him that he always made it his business to look upon the diverting side of life, and that it was now clearly his duty to seek for the entertaining elements of the present predicament. Undoubtedly, these were hard to find. The jest was decidedly a bitter one, and could only be turned to his taste if he succeeded in getting out. But how was he to succeed? He tried the door again, despairingly and unsuccessfully as before. He reflected that perhaps there might be a rope in the room, and anxiously he looked in every corner. No rope was to be found.
Clapping his hands to his sides in his vexation at being thus baffled, he touched the soft substance of his silken sash, and instantly an idea kindled at the touch. "Perhaps this will do," he thought, and hurriedly proceeded to unwind it. It was a long sash, for it went from his shoulder to his waist and then three times round his middle, where it was tied in a large bow with long ends. It was at least fifteen feet long, and as tough as any hemp that was ever twisted. He fastened one end of it quickly round a bar in the window, and let the long crimson streamer drop down the side of the cliff. Using this as a means of descent, it would bring him half-way down the rock. Hanging by his arms, he would cover much of the remaining distance, and the drop thence to the ground would be easy. In another moment he was outside the window, and, grasping the silk firmly in his strong fingers, began his perilous descent.
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