The eyes of the two met an instant, and those of Foucauld--so the King
called his Huguenot favourite--betrayed some surprise; for Count Hannibal
and he were not intimate. But seeing that the other was in earnest, he
raised his brows in acknowledgment. Tavannes nodded carelessly in
return, looked an instant at the cards on the table, and passed on,
pushed his way through the circle, and reached the door. He was lifting
the curtain to go out, when Nancay, the Captain of the Guard, plucked his
sleeve.
"What have you been saying to Foucauld, M. de Tavannes?" he muttered.
"I?"
"Yes," with a jealous glance, "you, M. le Comte."
Count Hannibal looked at him with the sudden ferocity that made the man a
proverb at Court.
"What I chose, M. le Capitaine des Suisses!" he hissed. And his hand
closed like a vice on the other's wrist. "What I chose, look you! And
remember, another time, that I am not a Huguenot, and say what I please."
"But there is great need of care," Nancay protested, stammering and
flinching. "And--and I have orders, M. le Comte."
"Your orders are not for me," Tavannes answered, releasing his arm with a
contemptuous gesture. "And look you, man, do not cross my path to-night.
You know our motto? Who touches my brother, touches Tavannes! Be warned
by it."
Nancay scowled. "But the priests say, 'If your hand offend you, cut it
off!'" he muttered.
Tavannes laughed, a sinister laugh. "If you offend me I'll cut your
throat," he said; and with no ceremony he went out, and dropped the
curtain behind him.
Nancay looked after him, his face pale with rage. "Curse him!" he
whispered, rubbing his wrist. "If he were any one else I would teach
him! But he would as soon run you through in the presence as in the Pre
aux Clercs! And his brother, the Marshal, has the King's ear! And
Madame Catherine's too, which is worse!"
He was still fuming, when an officer in the colours of Monsieur, the
King's brother, entered hurriedly, and keeping his hand on the curtain,
looked anxiously round the Chamber. As soon as his eye found Nancay, his
face cleared.
"Have you the reckoning?" he muttered.
"There are seventeen Huguenots in the palace besides their Highnesses,"
Nancay replied, in the same cautious tone. "Not counting two or three
who are neither the one thing nor the other. In addition, there are the
two Montmorencies; but they are to go safe for fear of their brother, who
is not in the trap. He is too like his father, the old Bench-burner, to
be lightly wronged! And, besides, there is Pare, who is to go to his
Majesty's closet as soon as the gates are shut. If the King decides to
save any one else, he will send him to his closet. So 'tis all clear and
arranged here. If you are forward outside, it will be well! Who deals
with the gentleman with the tooth-pick?"