Chicot the Jester is a Webnovel created by Alexandre Dumas.
This lightnovel is currently completed.
Then an usher came and saluted St. Luc, who followed him to the threshold of the saloon, where he announced M. d’Espinay de St.
Luc.
Schomberg then rose and saluted his visitor, who, to mark the character of the visit, instead of returning it, put on his hat.
Schomberg then, turning towards Quelus, said,
“I have the honor to present to you M. Jacques de Levis, Comte de Quelus.”
The two gentlemen bowed, and then the same ceremony was gone through with the others. This done, the four friends sat down, but St. Luc remained standing and said to Quelus,
“M. le Comte, you have insulted M. le Comte Louis de Clermont d’Amboise, Seigneur de Bussy, who presents to you his compliments, and calls you to single combat on any day and hour, and with such arms as may please you. Do you accept?”
“Certainly; M. de Bussy does me much honor.”
“Your day and hour, M. le Comte?”
“To-morrow morning at seven o’clock.”
“Your arms?”
“Rapier and dagger, if that suits M. de Bussy.”
St. Luc bowed. Then he addressed the same questions to the others, and received the same answers.
“If we all choose the same day and hour, M. de Bussy will be rather embarra.s.sed,” said Schomberg.
“Certainly,” replied St. Luc, “M. de Bussy may be embarra.s.sed, but he says that the circ.u.mstance would not be new to him, as it has already happened at the Tournelles.”
“And he would fight us all four?”
“All four.”
“Separately?”
“Separately, or at once.”
The four young men looked at each other; then Quelus, red with anger, said:
“It is very fine of M. de Bussy, but however little we may be worth, we can each do our own work; we will accept, therefore, the count’s proposal, fighting separately, or rather, which will be still better, as we do not seek to a.s.sa.s.sinate a gallant man, chance shall decide which of us shall fight M. de Bussy.”
“And the three others?”
“Oh! M. de Bussy has too many friends, and we too many enemies, for them to remain with folded arms. Do you agree to this, gentlemen?”
“Yes!” cried all.
“If MM. Ribeirac, Antragues, and Livarot would join the party, it would be complete.”
“Gentlemen,” said St. Luc, “I will transmit your desires to M.
de Bussy, and I believe I may promise that he is too courteous not to agree to your wishes. It therefore only remains for me to thank you in his name.”
Then he took his leave, after throwing his purse to the four lackeys, whom he found outside, to drink to their masters’ healths.
CHAPTER LXXVII.
IN WHAT RESPECT M. DE ST. LUC WAS MORE CIVILIZED THAN M. DE BUSSY, THE LESSONS WHICH HE GAVE HIM, AND THE USE WHICH M. DE BUSSY MADE OF THEM.
St. Luc returned, proud of having executed his commission so well. Bussy thanked him, but looked sad, which was not natural to him.
“Have I done badly?” said St. Luc.
“Ma foi, my dear friend, I only regret you did not say, ‘at once.'”
“Why! what is the hurry?”
“I wish to die as soon as possible.”
St. Luc looked at him in astonishment.
“Die! at your age, with your name, and Diana!”
“Yes, I shall kill them, I know, but I shall receive some good blow which will tranquilize me forever.”
“What black ideas, Bussy!”
“A husband whom I thought dead, and who has returned to life; a wife who can scarcely quit the bedside of the pretended dying man. Not to see her, smile on her, touch her hand. Mon Dieu!—-“
St. Luc interrupted him with a burst of laughter. “Oh!” cried he, “the innocent man. Why, no lover can be more fortunate than you.”
“Prove that to me.”
“You are the friend of M. de Monsoreau.”
“Yes, I am ashamed to say, he calls me his friend.”
“Well! be his friend.”
“Oh! and abuse this t.i.tle!”
“Is he really your friend?”
“He says so.”
“No; for he makes you unhappy. Now the end of friendship is to make one another happy. At least, so his majesty says, and he is learned in friendship. So, if he makes you unhappy, he is not your friend; therefore you may treat him either as a stranger, and take his wife from him, or as an enemy, and kill him if he murmurs.”
“In fact, I hate him. But do you, not think he loves me?”