Chicot the Jester
HOW MADAME DE ST. LUC PASSED THE SECOND NIGHT OF HER MARRIAGE.
Bussy went straight to the sleeping-room of the king. There were in it two beds of velvet
and satin, pictures, relics, perfumed sachets from the East, and a collection of beautiful
swords. Bussy knew the king was not there, as his brother had asked to see him, but he
knew that there was next to it a little room which was occupied in turn by all the king's
favorites, and which he now expected to find occupied by St. Luc, whom the king in his
great affection had carried off from his wife. Bussy knocked at the antechamber
common to the two rooms. The captain of the guards opened.
"M. de Bussy!" cried he.
"Yes, myself, dear M. de Nancey; the king wishes to speak to M. de St. Luc."
"Very well, tell M. de St. Luc the king wants him."
"What is he doing?"
"He is with Chicot, waiting for the king's return from his brother."
"Will you permit my page to wait here?"
"Enter, Jean," said Bussy, and he pointed to the embrasure of a window, where she
went to hide herself. St. Luc entered, and M. de Nancey retired.
"What does the king want now?" cried St. Luc, angrily; "ah! it is you, M. de Bussy,"
"I, and before everything, let me thank you for the service you rendered me."
"Ah! it was quite natural; I could not bear to see a brave gentleman assassinated: I
thought you killed."
"It did not want much to do it, but I got off with a wound, which I think I repaid with
interest to Schomberg and D'Epernon. As for Quelus, he may thank the bones of his
head: they are the hardest I ever knew."
"Ah! tell me about it, it will amuse me a little."
"I have no time now, I come for something else. You are ennuyé----"