The Greatest Historical Novels. Rafael Sabatini
to hesitate to thrust themselves upon me without leave. I will reserve what else I have to say until I hear your explanations.'
La Guiche did not keep him waiting. He answered him contemptuously:
'You may not consider it worth saying, Monseigneur, when you have heard. The explanations are abundant, and I warn you that they are not pleasant.'
'It would surprise me if they were.' The Prince actually sneered. His ill-humour vented itself blindly, as does ever the ill-humour of a stupid man. 'I have almost abandoned hope of hearing any news that is not unpleasant; so ill-served am I.'
'Ill-served!' The Marquis went white to the lips. His eyes blazed. In that hour no taunt could more effectively have inflamed him, and he cast to the winds the last vestige of respect for the august person he addressed. 'Ill-served does your Highness say? My God!' An instant he paused. Then he plunged recklessly into his report. 'I am from Toulon, which declared for you, declared for the King three months ago. Ever since we raised the royal standard there, our strength has grown. The royalists of the Midi have flocked to us; even some who were not royalists, but whom the fall of the Girondins has exasperated against the present government, have come to join us. The English fleet under Admiral Hood is there, and troops have come to our support from Spain and from Sardinia. From Toulon it was our chance to raise the South, to stir it to a movement that would have swept France clear of her revolution. To accomplish this, to awaken enthusiasm, to stiffen courage, we required the presence there of one of the Princes of the Blood; of yourself, Monseigneur, who are the representative of France, the virtual head of the house for which we are fighting. The demonstration of our devotion should have sufficed to bring you to us. When it did not, we sent messenger after messenger to you, to invite you, to implore you, almost to command you, to assume your proper place at our head. As weeks passed and grew into months, and still neither your own sense of what was fitting nor our intercessions could move you, our courage began to dwindle. Men began to ask themselves how could it happen that a Prince of the Blood could be so negligent of his duty to men who were offering up their lives out of their sense of duty to him.'
Violently the Regent interrupted him. 'Monsieur! You transcend all tolerable terms. I will not listen to you until you choose to address me with a proper deference. I will not listen to you.'
'By God, you shall, if they are the last words I ever speak!' The Marquis stood between the Regent and the door, and so commanded the situation physically. His anger gave him command of it morally as well.
'Monsieur d'Entragues, I appeal to you,' cried the Prince. 'To your duty to me.'
The embarrassment in which Monsieur d'Entragues had listened to La Guiche's unmeasured terms was painfully increased by this appeal.
'What can I do, Monseigneur, if ...'
'Nothing. You can do nothing,' the Marquis harshly assured him. 'Nothing except be silent.'
The Regent took a step forward. The sweat gleamed on his white face. He made an imperious gesture. 'Let me pass, monsieur. I will listen to no more tonight. Tomorrow, if you are in a better frame of mind, I may receive you.'
'Tomorrow, Monseigneur, I shall be gone. I ride again at dawn. I am on my way to Brussels. In the service of your house and your cause. So you must hear me tonight. For I have that to say which you must know.'
'My God, Monsieur de la Guiche! You have the temerity to do me violence! To constrain me!'
'I have a duty, Monseigneur!' the Marquis thundered, and he swept on. 'You are to know that in the last month rumours have been growing in Toulon which do not flatter you, they have reached a pitch at which they threaten jeopardy to your cause.'
'Rumours, sir?' The Regent was arrested. 'What rumours?'
'It is being said that you continue absent because, whilst yonder in the South men faint and bleed and die for you, you are kept here by a woman; that you are concerned only with the unworthy pursuit of gallantry; that ...'
'By God, sir! I'll not endure another instant of this ... this outrage! The infamous lie!'
'Lie!' echoed the Marquis. 'Do you say it is a lie, Monseigneur? Do you say it to me, who have just come upon you in the arms of your wench?'
'D'Entragues!' The name came in a scream from the Regent's twisted lips. 'Will you suffer this? Will you suffer this insult to your Prince? Compel this man to let me pass! I will not stay another instant! And I shall not forget this, Monsieur de la Guiche. Be sure that I shall not forget it.'
'I desire you to remember it, Monseigneur,' he was fiercely answered.
And now d'Entragues bestirred himself. He stepped forward. 'Monsieur le Marquis,' he began, and set a hand upon La Guiche's shoulder. He was suffered to say no more. With a violent sweep of his left arm the Marquis sent him hurtling backwards until he brought up breathless against the wall.
'A moment, and I've done. I come to you, Monseigneur, from the Comte de Maudet, who commands in Toulon as you should know. His instructions were precise. I was to see you in person, and tell you in person what is being said. I was to bid you, not on the grounds of duty, but on the grounds of honour, to attempt even at this late hour to still these rumours and repair the harm to your cause by rendering yourself at once to Toulon before it is too late; before, in sheer lassitude and despondency of fighting for one who shows so little disposition to fight for himself, those loyal men throw down their arms.
'I have done, Monseigneur. This is the last summons you will receive. Even at this late hour your appearance in Toulon may revive fainting spirits and give the lie to a dishonouring rumour which it breaks my heart to know for the truth. Good-night, Monseigneur.'
Abruptly he turned and stepped to the door. He pulled it open.
The Regent, shaking, gasping, sweating, looked at him balefully.
'Be sure that I shall not forget a word of this, Monsieur le Marquis.'
The Marquis bowed, his lips tight, passed out, and closed the door.
Stepping into the common-room, he almost stepped into the arms of the landlord, whom the raised voices had attracted to the neighbourhood.
Curtly he desired to be conducted to the chamber appointed to him for the night. There as curtly he desired to be called early, and on that cut short the landlord's solicitude for his comfort. But as the landlord was departing, the Marquis stayed him.
'What is the name of the lady in that room where I found his Highness?'
'That is Mademoiselle de Kercadiou.'
The Marquis echoed the name, 'Kercadiou!' Then he asked: 'How long has she been here? Here in Hamm?'
'Why, she arrived here from Coblentz at the same time as his Highness.'
The Marquis shrugged disgustedly, and on that dismissed the subject and the landlord.
Meanwhile, the withdrawal of the Marquis had momentarily increased the Regent's fury. As the door closed, he had swung to his remaining companion.
'D'Entragues! Will you suffer that ruffian to depart so?'
D'Entragues, almost as pale and shaken as his master by the storm through which they had passed, was making for the door when the Regent checked him.
'Stay! Wait! What does it matter? Let him go! Let him go!' He shook limp hands at the end of his raised arms. 'What does it matter? What does anything matter?' He reeled to a chair, and sagged down into it. He mopped his brow. He whimpered inarticulately. 'Am I never to reach the bottom of this cup of bitterness? Is this plague of sans-culottism so widespread that even men of birth forget their duty? What am I, d'Entragues? Am I a Prince of the Blood, or just a child of the soil, an enfant de roture? That a gentleman born should have been such a scoundrel as to stand before my face and utter such things! D'Entragues, it is the end of the world. The end of the world!'
He whimpered again. Body bowed in dejected collapse, arms hanging limp between his knees, he sat there and wagged his great head. After a while he spoke, without looking up.
'Go,