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UNDER THE RED ROBE

UNDER THE RED

ROBE

By STANLEY J. WEYMAN

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. AT ZATON'S

CHAPTER II. AT THE GREEN PILLAR

CHAPTER III. THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD

CHAPTER IV. MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE

CHAPTER V. REVENGE

CHAPTER VI. UNDER THE PlC DU MIDI

CHAPTER VII. A MASTER STROKE

CHAPTER VIII. A MASTER STROKE--Continued

CHAPTER IX. THE QUESTION

CHAPTER X. CLON

CHAPTER XI. THE ARREST

CHAPTER XII. THE ROAD TO PARIS

CHAPTER XIII. AT THE FINGER-POST

CHAPTER XIV. ST MARTIN'S EVE

CHAPTER XV. ST MARTIN'S SUMMER

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CHAPTER I

AT ZATON'S

'Marked cards!'

There were a score round us when the fool, little knowing the man

with whom he had to deal, and as little how to lose like a gentleman, flung

the words in my teeth. He thought, I'll be sworn, that I should storm and

swear and ruffle it like any common cock of the hackle. But that was

never Gil de Berault's way. For a few seconds after he had spoken I did

not even look at him. I passed my eye instead--smiling, BIEN

ENTENDU--round the ring of waiting faces, saw that there was no one

except De Pombal I had cause to fear; and then at last I rose and looked at

the fool with the grim face I have known impose on older and wiser men.

'Marked cards, M. l'Anglais?' I said, with a chilling sneer. 'They are

used, I am told, to trap players--not unbirched schoolboys.'

'Yet I say that they are marked!' he replied hotly, in his queer foreign

jargon. 'In my last hand I had nothing. You doubled the stakes. Bah,

sir, you knew! You have swindled me!'

'Monsieur is easy to swindle--when he plays with a mirror behind him,'

I answered tartly.

At that there was a great roar of laughter, which might have been heard

in the street, and which brought to the table everyone in the eating-house

whom his voice had not already attracted. But I did not relax my face.

I waited until all was quiet again, and then waving aside two or three who

stood between us and the entrance, I pointed gravely to the door.

'There is a little space behind the church of St Jacques, M. l'Etranger,' I

said, putting on my hat and taking my cloak on my arm. 'Doubtless you

will accompany me thither?'

He snatched up his hat, his face burning with shame and rage.

'With pleasure!' he blurted out. 'To the devil, if you like!'

I thought the matter arranged, when the Marquis laid his hand on the

young fellow's arm and checked him.

'This must not be,' he said, turning from him to me with his grand,

fine-gentleman's air. 'You know me, M. de Berault. This matter has

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gone far enough.'

'Too far! M. de Pombal,' I answered bitterly. 'Still, if you wish to

take your friend's place, I shall raise no objection.'

'Chut, man!' he retorted, shrugging his shoulders negligently. 'I know

you, and I do not fight with men of your stamp. Nor need this

gentleman.'

'Undoubtedly,' I replied, bowing low, 'if he prefers to be caned in the

streets.'

That stung the Marquis.

'Have a care! have a care!' he cried hotly. 'You go too far, M.

Berault.'

'De Berault, if you please,' I objected, eyeing him sternly. 'My family

has borne the DE as long as yours, M. de Pombal.'

He could not deny that, and he answered, 'As you please;' at the same

time restraining his friend by a gesture. 'But none the less,' he continued,

'take my advice. The Cardinal has forbidden duelling, and this time he

means it! You have been in trouble once and gone free. A second time

it may fare worse with you. Let this gentleman go, therefore, M. de

Berault. Besides--why, shame upon you, man!' he exclaimed hotly; 'he

is but a lad!'

Two or three who stood behind me applauded that, But I turned and

they met my eye; and they were as mum as mice.

'His age is his own concern,' I said grimly. 'He was old enough a

while ago to insult me.'

'And I will prove my words!' the lad cried, exploding at last. He had

spirit enough, and the Marquis had had hard work to restrain him so long.

'You do me no service, M. de Pombal,' he continued, pettishly shaking off

his friend's hand. 'By your leave, this gentleman and I will settle this

matter.'

'That is better,' I said, nodding drily, while the Marquis stood aside,

frowning and baffled. 'Permit me to lead the way.'

Zaton's eating-house stands scarcely a hundred paces from St Jacques

la Boucherie, and half the company went thither with us. The evening was

wet, the light in the streets was waning, the streets themselves were dirty

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and slippery. There were few passers in the Rue St Antoine; and our

party, which earlier in the day must have attracted notice and a crowd,

crossed unmarked, and entered without interruption the paved triangle

which lies immediately behind the church. I saw in the distance one of

the Cardinal's guard loitering in front of the scaffolding round the new

Hotel Richelieu; and the sight of the uniform gave me pause for a moment.

But it was too late to repent.

The Englishman began at once to strip off his clothes. I closed mine

to the throat, for the air was chilly. At that moment, while we stood

preparing, and most of the company seemed a little inclined to stand off

from me, I felt a hand on my arm, and turning, saw the dwarfish tailor at

whose house, in the Rue Savonnerie, I lodged at the time. The fellow's

presence was unwelcome, to say the least of it; and though for want of

better company I had sometimes encouraged him to be free with me at

home, I took that to be no reason why I should be plagued with him before

gentlemen. I shook him off, therefore, hoping by a frown to silence him.

He was not to be so easily put down, however, and perforce I had to

speak to him.

'Afterwards, afterwards,' I said hurriedly. 'I am engaged now.

'For God's sake, don't, sir!' the poor fool cried, clinging to my sleeve.

'Don't do it! You will bring a curse on the house. He is but a lad, and--'

'You, too!' I exclaimed,losing patience. 'Be silent, you scum! What

do you know about gentlemen's quarrels? Leave me; do you hear?'

'But the Cardinal!' he cried in a quavering voice. 'The Cardinal, M.

de Berault! The last man you killed is not forgotten yet. This time he

will be sure to--'

'Leave me, do you hear?' I hissed. The fellow's impudence passed

all bounds. It was as bad as his croaking. 'Begone!' I added. 'I

suppose you are afraid that he will kill me, and you will lose your money.'

Frison fell back at that almost as if I had struck him, and I turned to

my adversary, who had been awaiting my motions with impatience. God

knows he did look young as he stood with his head bare and his fair hair

drooping over his smooth woman's forehead--a mere lad fresh from the

college of Burgundy, if they have such a thing in England. I felt a sudden

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chill as I looked at him: a qualm, a tremor, a presentiment. What was it

the little tailor had said? That I should--but there, he did not know.

What did he know of such things? If I let this pass I must kill a man a

day, or leave Paris and the eating-house, and starve.

'A thousand pardons,' I said gravely, as I drew and took my place. 'A

dun. I am sorry that the poor devil caught me so inopportunely. Now

however, I am at your service.'

He saluted and we crossed swords and began. But from the first I

had no doubt what the result would be. The slippery stones and fading

light gave him, it is true, some chance, some advantage, more than he

deserved; but I had no sooner felt his blade than I knew that he was no

swordsman. Possibly he had taken half-a- dozen lessons in rapier art,

and practised what he learned with an Englishman as heavy and awkward

as himself. But that was all. He made a few wild clumsy rushes, parrying

widely. When I had foiled these, the danger was over, and I held him at

my mercy.

I played with him a little while, watching the sweat gather on his brow

and the shadow of the church tower fall deeper and darker, like the

shadow of doom, on his face. Not out of cruelty --God knows I have

never erred in that direction!--but because, for the first time in my life, I

felt a strange reluctance to strike the blow. The curls clung to his

forehead; his breath came and went in gasps; I heard the men behind me

and one or two of them drop an oath; and then I slipped--slipped, and was

down in a moment on my right side, my elbow striking the pavement so

sharply that the arm grew numb to the wrist.

He held off. I heard a dozen voices cry, 'Now! now you have him!'

But he held off. He stood back and waited with his breast heaving and

his point lowered, until I had risen and stood again. on my guard.

'Enough! enough!' a rough voice behind me cried. 'Don't hurt the

man after that.'

'On guard, sir!' I answered coldly--for he seemed to waver, and be in

doubt. 'It was an accident. It shall not avail you again.'

Several voices cried 'Shame!' and one, 'You coward!' But the

Englishman stepped forward, a fixed look in his blue eyes. He took his

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place without a word. I read in his drawn white face that he had made up

his mind to the worst, and his courage so won my admiration that I would

gladly and thankfully have set one of the lookers-on--any of the lookers-

on--in his place; but that could not be. So I thought of Zaton's closed to

me, of Pombal's insult, of the sneers and slights I had long kept at the

sword's point; and, pressing him suddenly in a heat of affected anger, I

thrust strongly over his guard, which had grown feeble, and ran him

through the chest.

When I saw him lying, laid out on the stones with his eyes half shut,

and his face glimmering white in the dusk--not that I saw him thus long,

for there were a dozen kneeling round him in a twinkling--I felt an

unwonted pang. It passed, however, in a moment. For I found myself

confronted by a ring of angry faces --of men who, keeping at a distance,

hissed and cursed and threatened me, calling me Black Death and the like.

They were mostly canaille, who had gathered during the fight, and had

viewed all that passed from the farther side of the railings. While some

snarled and raged at me like wolves, calling me 'Butcher!' and 'Cut-

throat!' or cried out that Berault was at his trade again, others threatened

me with the vengeance of the Cardinal, flung the edict in my teeth, and

said with glee that the guard were coming--they would see me hanged yet.

'His blood is on your head!' one cried furiously. 'He will be dead in

an hour. And you will swing for him! Hurrah!'

'Begone,' I said.

'Ay, to Montfaucon,' he answered, mocking me.

'No; to your kennel!' I replied, with a look which sent him a yard

backwards, though the railings were between us. And I wiped my blade

carefully, standing a little apart. For--well, I could understand it--it was

one of those moments when a man is not popular. Those who had come

with me from the eating-house eyed me askance, and turned their backs

when I drew nearer; and those who had joined us and obtained admission

were scarcely more polite.

But I was not to be outdone in SANG FROID. I cocked my hat, and

drawing my cloak over my shoulders, went out with a swagger which

drove the curs from the gate before I came within a dozen paces of it.

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The rascals outside fell back as quickly, and in a moment I was in the

street. Another moment and I should have been clear of the place and

free to lie by for a while--when, without warning, a scurry took place

round me. The crowd fled every way into the gloom, and in a hand-turn

a dozen of the Cardinal's guards closed round me.

I had some acquaintance with the officer in command, and he saluted

me civilly.

'This is a bad business, M. de Berault,' he said. 'The man is dead they

tell me.'

'Neither dying nor dead,' I answered lightly. 'If that be all you may

go home again.'

'With you,' he replied, with a grin, 'certainly. And as it rains, the

sooner the better. I must ask you for your sword, I am afraid.'

'Take it,' I said, with the philosophy which never deserts me. 'But the

man will not die.'

'I hope that may avail you,' he answered in a tone I did not like. 'Left

wheel, my friends! To the Chatelet! March!'

'There are worse places,' I said, and resigned myself to fate. After all, I

had been in a prison before, and learned that only one jail lets no prisoner

escape.

But when I found that my friend's orders were to hand me over to the

watch, and that I was to be confined like any common jail- bird caught

cutting a purse or slitting a throat, I confess my heart sank. If I could get

speech with the Cardinal, all would probably be well; but if I failed in this,

or if the case came before him in strange guise, or if he were in a hard

mood himself, then it might go ill with me. The edict said, death!

And the lieutenant at the Chatelet did not put himself to much trouble

to hearten me. 'What! again M. de Berault?' he said, raising his

eyebrows as he received me at the gate, and recognised me by the light of

the brazier which his men were just kindling outside. 'You are a very

bold man, or a very foolhardy one, to come here again. The old business,

I suppose?'

'Yes, but he is not dead,' I answered coolly. 'He has a trifle --a mere

scratch. It was behind the church of St Jacques.'

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'He looked dead enough, my friend,' the guardsman interposed. He

had not yet left us.

'Bah!' I answered scornfully. 'Have you ever known me make a

mistake When I kill a man I kill him. I put myself to pains, I tell you, not

to kill this Englishman. Therefore he will live.'

'I hope so,' the lieutenant said, with a dry smile. 'And you had better

hope so, too, M. de Berault, For if not--'

'Well?' I said, somewhat troubled. 'If not, what, my friend?'

'I fear he will be the last man you will fight,' he answered. 'And even if

he lives, I would not be too sure, my friend. This time the Cardinal is

determined to put it down.'

'He and I are old friends,' I said confidently.

'So I have heard,' he anwered, with a short laugh. 'I think that the

same was said of Chalais. I do not remember that it saved his head.'

This was not reassuring. But worse was to come. Early in the

morning orders were received that I should be treated with especial

strictness, and I was given the choice between irons and one of the cells

below the level. Choosing the latter, I was left to reflect upon many

things; among others, on the queer and uncertain nature of the Cardinal,

who loved, I knew, to play with a man as a cat with a mouse; and on the ill

effects which sometimes attend a high chest-thrust however carefully

delivered. I only rescued myself at last from these and other unpleasant

reflections by obtaining the loan of a pair of dice; and the light being just

enough to enable me to reckon the throws, I amused myself for hours by

casting them on certain principles of my own. But a long run again and

again upset my calculations; and at last brought me to the conclusion that

a run of bad luck may be so persistent as to see out the most sagacious

player. This was not a reflection very welcome to me at the moment.

Nevertheless, for three days it was all the company I had. At the end

of that time, the knave of a jailor who attended me, and who had never

grown tired of telling me, after the fashion of his kind, that I should be

hanged, came to me with a less assured air.

'Perhaps you would like a little water?' he said civilly.

'Why, rascal?' I asked.

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'To wash with,' he answered.

'I asked for some yesterday, and you would not bring it,' I grumbled.

'However, better late than never. Bring it now. If I must hang, I will

hang like a gentleman. But depend upon it, the Cardinal will not serve an

old friend so scurvy a trick.'

'You are to go to him,' he announced, when he came back with the

water.

'What? To the Cardinal?' I cried.

'Yes,' he answered.

'Good!' I exclaimed; and in my joy and relief I sprang up at once,

and began to refresh my dress. 'So all this time I have been doing him an

injustice,' I continued. 'VIVE MONSEIGNEUR! Long live the little

Bishop of Luchon! I might have known it, too.'

'Don't make too sure!' the man answered spitefully. Then he went

on, 'I have something else for you. A friend of yours left it at the gate,'

and he handed me a packet.

'Quite so!' I said, leading his rascally face aright. 'And you kept it

as long as you dared--as long as you thought I should hang, you knave!

Was not that so? But there, do not lie to me. Tell me instead which of my

friends left it.' For, to confess the truth, I had not so many friends at this

time and ten good crowns--the packet contained no less a sum--argued a

pretty staunch friend, and one of whom a man might reasonably be proud.

The knave sniggered maliciously. 'A crooked dwarfish man left it,' he

said. 'I doubt I might call him a tailor and not be far out.'

'Chut!' I answered--but I was a little out of countenance, nevertheless.

'I understand. An honest fellow enough, and in debt to me! I am glad

he remembered. But when am I to go, friend?'

'In an hour,' he answered sullenly. Doubtless he had looked to get

one of the crowns; but I was too old a hand for that. If I came back I

could buy his services; and if I did not I should have wasted my money.

Nevertheless, a little later, when I found myself on my way to the

Hotel Richelieu under so close a guard that I could see nothing in the

street except the figures that immediately surrounded me, I wished that I

had given him the money. At such times, when all hangs in the balance

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and the sky is overcast, the mind runs on luck and old superstitions, and is

prone to think a crown given here may avail there--though THERE be a

hundred leagues away.

The Palais Richelieu was at this time in building, and we were

required to wait in a long, bare gallery, where the masons were at work. I

was kept a full hour here, pondering uncomfortably on the strange whims

and fancies of the great man who then ruled France as the King's

Lieutenant-General, with all the King's powers, and whose life I had once

been the means of saving by a little timely information. On occasion he

had done something to wipe out the debt; and at other times he had

permitted me to be free with him, and so far we were not unknown to one

another.

Nevertheless, when the doors were at last thrown open, and I was led

into his presence, my confidence underwent a shock. His cold glance,

that, roving over me, regarded me not as a man but an item, the steely

glitter of his southern eyes, chilled me to the bone. The room was bare,

the floor without carpet or covering. Some of the woodwork lay about,

unfinished and in pieces. But the man--this man, needed no surroundings.

His keen pale face, his brilliant eyes, even his presence--though he was of

no great height, and began already to stoop at the shoulders--were enough

to awe the boldest. I recalled, as I looked at him, a hundred tales of his

iron will, his cold heart, his unerring craft. He had humbled the King's

brother, the splendid Duke of Orleans, in the dust. He had curbed the

Queen-mother. A dozen heads, the noblest in France, had come to the

block through him. Only two years before he had quelled Rochelle; only

a few months before he had crushed the great insurrection in Languedoc:

and though the south, stripped of its old privileges, still seethed with

discontent, no one in this year 1630 dared lift a hand against him--openly,

at any rate. Under the surface a hundred plots, a thousand intrigues,

sought his life or his power; but these, I suppose, are the hap of every

great man.

No wonder, then, that the courage on which I plumed myself sank low

at sight of him; or that it was as much as I could do to mingle with the

humility of my salute some touch of the SANG FROID of old

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