“Ma foi! yes; you heard my question?”

“Your majesty asked, I think, in what manner, and when, Sylla narrowly escaped death?”

“Just so—­can you answer me, cardinal?”

“Nothing more easy, sire.”

“So much the better.”

“Sylla, who had killed so many men, never risked his life but in combats; did your majesty mean in one of those?”

“Yes; in one in which I think I recollect he was very near death.  Open a Plutarch, cardinal; there should be one there translated by Amyot, and read me the passage where he escaped the javelins of his enemies, thanks to the swiftness of his white horse.”

“Sire, there is no need of opening Plutarch; the event took place in the combat with Telescrius the Samnite, and Lamponius the Lucanian.”

“You are so learned, my dear cardinal.”

“Your majesty is too good.”

“Now explain to me how this Roman lion, who was so cruel, was never annoyed by his enemies.”

“Sire, I will reply to your majesty in the words of this same Plutarch.”

“Go on, Joyeuse.”

“Carbon, the enemy of Sylla, said often, ’I have to fight at once a lion and a fox who inhabit the soul of Sylla, but it is the fox who gives me most trouble.’”

“Ah! it was the fox?”

“Plutarch says so, sire.”

“And he is right, cardinal.  But apropos of combats, have you any news of your brother?”

“Of which brother, sire?  I have two.”

“Of the Duc d’Arques, my friend.”

“Not yet, sire.”

“If M. d’Anjou, who always plays the fox, will only play the lion a little for once.”

The cardinal did not reply, so Henri, signing to him to remain, dressed himself sumptuously, and passed into the room where the court waited for him.  He entered, looking full of good humor, kissed the hands of his wife and mother, paid all sorts of compliments to the ladies, and even offered them sweetmeats.

“We were unquiet about your health, my son,” said Catherine.

“You were wrong, madame; I have never been better.”

“And to what happy influence do you owe this amelioration, my son?”

“To having laughed much, madame.”

Every one looked astonished.

“Laughed! you can laugh much, my son; then you are very happy?”

“It is true, madame.”

“And about what were you so much amused?”

“I must tell you, mother, that yesterday I went to Vincennes.”

“I knew it.”

“Oh! you knew it; well, my people told me, before my return, of an enemy’s army whose muskets shone on the road.”

“An enemy’s army on the road to Vincennes?”

“Yes, mother.”

“And where?”

“In front of the Jacobins, near the house of our good cousin.”

“Near Madame de Montpensier’s?”

“Precisely so, near Bel-Esbat.  I approached, bravely to give battle, and I perceived—­”