-d, I wish I didn't," the young man exclaimed. His brow
was wet with sweat. "I wish I didn't. But there, it's settled. They've
settled it, and I would it were done! What do you think of--of it, man?
What do you think of it, yourself?"

Count Hannibal's face was inscrutable. "I think nothing, sire," he said
dryly. "It is for your Majesty and your council to think. It is enough
for me that it is the King's will."

"But you'll not flinch?" Charles muttered, with a quick look of
suspicion. "But there," with a monstrous oath, "I know you'll not! I
believe you'd as soon kill a monk--though, thank God," and he crossed
himself devoutly, "there is no question of that--as a man. And sooner
than a maiden."

"Much sooner, sire," Tavannes answered grimly. "If you have any orders
in the monkish direction--no? Then your Majesty must not talk to me
longer. M. de Rochefoucauld is beginning to wonder what is keeping your
Majesty from your game. And others are marking you, sire."

"By the Lord!" Charles exclaimed, a ring of wonder mingled with horror in
his tone, "if they knew what was in our minds they'd mark us more! Yet,
see Nancay there beside the door? He is unmoved. He looks to-day as he
looked yesterday. Yet he has charge of the work in the palace--"

For the first time Tavannes allowed a movement of surprise to escape him.

"In the palace?" he muttered. "Is it to be done here, too, sire?"

"Would you let some escape, to return by-and-by and cut our throats?" the
King retorted, with a strange spirt of fury; an incapacity to maintain
the same attitude of mind for two minutes together was the most fatal
weakness of his ill-balanced nature. "No. All! All!" he repeated with
vehemence. "Didn't Noah people the earth with eight? But I'll not leave
eight! My cousins, for they are blood-royal, shall live if they will
recant. And my old nurse, whether or no. And Pare, for no one else
understands my complexion. And--"

"And Rochefoucauld, doubtless, sire?"

The King, whose eye had sought his favourite companion, withdrew it. He
darted a glance at Tavannes.

"Foucauld? Who said so?" he muttered jealously. "Not I! But we shall
see. We shall see! And do you see that you spare no one, M. le Comte,
without an order. That is your business."

"I understand, sire," Tavannes answered coolly. And after a moment's
silence, seeing that the King had done with him, he bowed low and
withdrew; watched by the c