e 3,000 men, and you say you
expect 2,000 more, Mornay?"
"Yes, sire."
"That will make 5,000. In a regular siege we should lose 1,000 or 1,500
men in two months, their death would discourage the others, and we
should lose 1,000 more in retreating. Let us sacrifice 500 men at once,
and take Cahors by assault."
"What do you mean, sire?" asked Mornay.
"My dear friend, we will go straight to the nearest gate. We shall find
a fosse in our way, which we will cover with fascines; we may leave two
hundred men on the road, but we shall reach the gate."
"After, sire?"
"Then we will break it down with petards and go in. It will not be
difficult."
Chicot looked at Henri, astonished.
"Oh!" growled he, "perhaps he is a coward and a boaster."
"Let us not lose time, gentlemen," cried Henri. "Forward, and let all
who love me follow."
Chicot approached Mornay.
"Well! M. le Comte," said he, "do you all want to be cut to pieces?"
"Oh! we take our chance."
"But the king will get killed."
"Bah! he has a good cuirass."
"But he will not be foolish enough to fight himself, I suppose?"
Mornay shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heel.
"After all, I like him better asleep than awake; he is more polite
snoring than speaking," said Chicot.
CHAPTER LIII.
HOW HENRI OF NAVARRE BEHAVED IN BATTLE.
The little army advanced near the town, then they breakfasted. The
repast over, two hours were given for the officers and men to rest.
Henri was very pale, and his hands trembled visibly, when at three
o'clock in the afternoon the officers appeared under his tent.
"Gentlemen," said he, "we are here to take Cahors; therefore we must
take it--by force. Do you understand? M. de Biron, who has sworn to
hang every Huguenot, is only forty-five leagues from here, and doubtless
a messenger is already dispatched to him by M. de Vezin. In four or five
days he will be on us, and as he has 10,000 men with him, we should be
taken between the city and him. Let us, then, take Cahors before he
comes, that we may receive him well. Come, gentlemen, I will put myself
at your head, and let the blows fall as thick as hail."
The men replied to this speech by enthusiastic cries.
"Well said," said Chicot to himself. "It was lucky he had not to speak
with his hands, though, or he would have stammered finely. Let us see
him at the work."
As they were setting off, the king said to Chicot:
"Pardon me, friend Chicot, I
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