“This is nice behavior, monsieur,” said he; “five days and nights absent; and you whom I thought so well of.”

“Monsieur, I did what I was told to do.”

“What were you told to do?”

“To follow M. de Mayenne, and I have followed him.”

“For five days and nights?”

“Yes, monsieur.”

“Then he has left Paris?”

“He left that same evening, and that seemed to me suspicious.”

“You are right, monsieur, go on.”

Ernanton related clearly and energetically all that had taken place.  When Ernanton mentioned the letter: 

“You have it, monsieur?” asked De Loignac.

“Yes, monsieur.”

“Diable! that deserves attention; come with me, I beg of you.”

Ernanton followed De Loignac to the courtyard of the Louvre.  All was preparing for the king’s going out, and M. d’Epernon was seeing two new horses tried, which had been sent from England, as a present from Elizabeth to Henri, and which were that day to be harnessed to the king’s carriage for the first time.

De Loignac approached D’Epernon.

“Great news, M. le Duc,” said he.

“What is it?” said D’Epernon, drawing to one side.

“M. de Carmainges has seen M. de Mayenne lying wounded in a village beyond Orleans.”

“Wounded!”

“Yes, and more, he has written a letter to Madame de Montpensier, which M. de Carmainges has in his pocket.”

“Oh! oh! send M. de Carmainges to me.”

“Here he is,” said De Loignac, signing to Ernanton to advance.

“Well, monsieur, it seems you have a letter from M. de Mayenne.”

“Yes, monsieur.”

“Addressed to Madame de Montpensier?”

“Yes, monsieur.”

“Give it to me,” and the duke extended his hand.

“Pardon, monsieur, but did you ask me for the duke’s letter?”

“Certainly.”

“You do not know that this letter was confided to me.”

“What matters that?”

“It matters much, monsieur; I passed my word to the duke to give it to
Madame la Duchesse herself.”

“Do you belong to the king, or M. de Mayenne?”

“To the king.”

“Well! the king wishes to see the letter.”

“Monsieur, you are not the king.”

“I think you forget to whom you speak, M. de Carmainges.”

“I remember perfectly, monsieur, and that is why I refuse.”

“You refuse?”

“Yes, monsieur.”

“M. de Carmainges, you forget your oath of fidelity.”

“Monsieur, I have sworn fidelity only to one person, and that is the king; if he asks me for the letter, he must have it, but he is not here.”

“M. de Carmainges,” said the duke, growing very angry, “you are like the rest of the Gascons; blind in prosperity, your good fortune dazzles you, and the possession of a state secret is a weight too heavy for you to carry.”