he was for making terms with me! With me, the King! Making terms! So it shall be, by God and Devil, it shall! But not six or seven! No, no. All! All! There shall not be one left to say to me, ‘You did it!’”
“Softly, sire,” Tavannes answered; for Charles had gradually raised his voice. “You will be observed.”
For the first time the young King—he was but twenty-two years old, God pity him!—looked at his companion.
“To be sure,” he whispered; and his eyes grew cunning. “Besides, and after all, there’s another way, if I choose. Oh, I’ve thought and thought, I’d have you know.” And shrugging his shoulders, almost to his ears, he raised and lowered his open hands alternately, while his back hid the movement from the Chamber. “See-saw! See-saw!” he muttered. “And the King between the two, you see. That’s Madame’s king-craft. She’s shown me that a hundred times. But look you, it is as easy to lower the one as the other,” with a cunning glance at Tavannes’ face, “or to cut off the right as the left. And—and the Admiral’s an old man and will pass; and for the matter of that I like to hear him talk. He talks well. While the others, Guise and his kind, are young, and I’ve thought, oh, yes, I’ve thought—but there,” with a sudden harsh laugh, “my lady mother will have it her own way. And for this time she shall, but, All! All! Even Foucauld, there! Do you mark him. He’s sorting the cards. Do you see him—as he will be to-morrow, with the slit in his throat and his teeth showing? Why, God!” his voice rising almost to a scream, “the candles by him are burning blue!” And with a shaking hand, his face convulsed, the young King clutched his companion’s arm, and pinched it.
Count Hannibal shrugged his shoulders, but answered nothing.
“D’you think we shall see them afterwards?” Charles resumed, in a sharp, eager whisper. “In our dreams, man?
