Michel and Angele

Chapter 9

The next day at noon, as her Majesty had advised the Seigneur, De la

Foret was ushered into the presence. The Queen's eye quickened as she saw

him, and she remarked with secret pleasure the figure and bearing of this

young captain of the Huguenots. She loved physical grace and prowess with

a full heart. The day had almost passed when she would measure all men

against Leicester in his favour; and he, knowing this clearly now, saw

with haughty anxiety the gradual passing of his power, and clutched

futilely at the vanishing substance. Thus it was that he now spent his

strength in getting his way with the Queen in little things. She had been

so long used to take his counsel--in some part wise and skilful--that

when she at length did without it, or followed her own mind, it became a

fever with him to let no chance pass for serving his own will by

persuading her out of hers. This was why he had spent an hour the day

before in sadly yet vaguely reproaching her for the slight she put upon

him in the presence-chamber by her frown; and another in urging her to

come to terms with Catherine de Medici in this small affair--since the

Frenchwoman had set her revengeful heart upon it--that larger matters

might be settled to the gain of England. It was not so much that he had

reason to destroy De la Foret, as that he saw that the Queen was disposed

to deal friendly by him and protect him. He did not see the danger of

rousing in the Queen the same unreasoning tenaciousness of will upon just

such lesser things as might well be left to her advisers. In spite of

which he almost succeeded, this very day, in regaining, for a time at

least, the ground he had lost with her. He had never been so adroit, so

brilliant, so witty, so insinuating; and he left her with the feeling

that if he had his way concerning De la Foret--a mere stubborn whim, with

no fair reason behind it--his influence would be again securely set. The

sense of crisis was on him.

On Michel de la Foret entering the presence the Queen's attention had

become riveted. She felt in him a spirit of mastery, yet of unselfish

purpose. Here was one, she thought, who might well be in her household,

or leading a regiment of her troops. The clear fresh face, curling hair,

direct look, quiet energy, and air of nobility--this sort of man could

only be begotten of a great cause; he were not possible in idle or

prosperous times.

Elizabeth looked him up and down, then affected surprise. "Monsieur de la

Foret," she said, "I do not recognise you in this attire"--glancing

towards his dress.

De la Foret bowed, and Elizabeth continued, looking at a paper in her

hand: "You landed on our shores of Jersey in the robes of a priest of

France. The passport for a priest of France was found upon your person

when our officers in Jersey made search of you. Which is yourself--Michel

de la Foret, soldier, or a priest of France?"

De la Foret replied gravely that he was a soldier, and that the priestly

dress had been but a disguise.

"In which papist attire, methinks, Michel de la Foret, soldier and

Huguenot, must have been ill at ease--the eagle with the vulture's wing.

What say you, Monsieur?"

"That vulture's wing hath carried me to a safe dove-cote, your gracious

Majesty," he answered, with a low obeisance.

"I'm none so sure of that, Monsieur," was Elizabeth's answer, and she

glanced quizzically at Leicester, who made a gesture of annoyance. "Our

cousin France makes you to us a dark intriguer and conspirator, a

dangerous weed in our good garden of England, a 'troublous, treacherous

violence'--such are you called, Monsieur."

"I am in your high Majesty's power," he answered, "to do with me as it

seemeth best. If your Majesty wills it that I be returned to France, I

pray you set me upon its coast as I came from it, a fugitive. Thence will

I try to find my way to the army and the poor stricken people of whom I

was. I pray for that only, and not to be given to the red hand of the

Medici."

"Red hand--by my faith, but you are bold, Monsieur!"

Leicester tapped his foot upon the floor impatiently, then caught the

Queen's eye, and gave her a meaning look.

De la Foret saw the look and knew his enemy, but he did not quail. "Bold

only by your high Majesty's faith, indeed," he answered the Queen, with

harmless guile.

Elizabeth smiled. She loved such flattering speech from a strong man. It

touched a chord in her deeper than that under Leicester's finger.

Leicester's impatience only made her more self-willed on the instant.

"You speak with the trumpet note, Monsieur," she said to De la Foret. "We

will prove you. You shall have a company in my Lord Leicester's army

here, and we will send you upon some service worthy of your fame."

"I crave your Majesty's pardon, but I cannot do it," was De la Foret's

instant reply. "I have sworn that I will lift my sword in one cause only,

and to that I must stand. And more--the widow of my dead chief, Gabriel

de Montgomery, is set down in this land unsheltered and alone. I have

sworn to one who loves her, and for my dead chief's sake, that I will

serve her and be near her until better days be come and she may return in

quietness to France. In exile we few stricken folk must stand together,

your august Majesty."

Elizabeth's eye flashed up. She was impatient of refusal of her favour.

She was also a woman, and that De la Foret should flaunt his devotion to

another woman was little to her liking. The woman in her, which had never

been blessed with a noble love, was roused. The sourness of a childless,

uncompanionable life was stronger for the moment than her strong mind and

sense.

"Monsieur has sworn this, and Monsieur has sworn that," she said

petulantly--"and to one who loveth a lady, and for a cause--tut, tut,

tut!--"

Suddenly a kind of intriguing laugh leaped into her eye, and she turned

to Leicester and whispered in his ear. Leicester frowned, then smiled,

and glanced up and down De la Foret's figure impertinently.

"See, Monsieur de la Foret," she added; "since you will not fight, you

shall preach. A priest you came into my kingdom, and a priest you shall

remain; but you shall preach good English doctrine and no Popish folly."

De la Foret started, then composed himself, and before he had time to

reply, Elizabeth continued: "Partly for your own sake am I thus gracious;

for as a preacher of the Word I have not need to give you up, according

to agreement with our brother of France. As a rebel and conspirator I

were bound to do so, unless you were an officer of my army. The Seigneur

of Rozel has spoken for you, and the Comtesse de Montgomery has written a

pleading letter. Also I have from another source a tearful prayer--the

ink is scarce dry upon it--which has been of service to you. But I myself

have chosen this way of escape for you. Prove yourself worthy, and all

may be well--but prove yourself you shall. You have prepared your own

brine, Monsieur; in it you shall pickle."

She smiled a sour smile, for she was piqued, and added: "Do you think I

will have you here squiring of distressed dames, save as a priest? You

shall hence to Madame of Montgomery as her faithful chaplain, once I have

heard you preach and know your doctrine."

Leicester almost laughed outright in the young man's face now, for he had

no thought that De la Foret would accept, and refusal meant the exile's

doom.

It seemed fantastic that this noble gentleman, this very type of the

perfect soldier, with the brown face of a picaroon and an athletic valour

of body, should become a preacher even in necessity.

Elizabeth, seeing De la Foret's dumb amazement and anxiety, spoke up

sharply: "Do this, or get you hence to the Medici, and Madame of

Montgomery shall mourn her protector, and Mademoiselle your mistress of

the vermilion cheek, shall have one lover the less; which, methinks, our

Seigneur of Rozel would thank me for."

De la Foret started, his lips pressed firmly together in effort of

restraint. There seemed little the Queen did not know concerning him; and

reference to Angele roused him to sharp solicitude.

"Well, well?" asked Elizabeth impatiently, then made a motion to

Leicester, and he, going to the door, bade some one to enter.

There stepped inside the Seigneur of Rozel, who made a lumbering

obeisance, then got to his knees before the Queen.

"You have brought the lady safely--with her father?" she asked.

Lempriere, puzzled, looked inquiringly at the Queen, then replied: "Both

are safe without, your infinite Majesty."

De la Foret's face grew pale. He knew now for the first time that Angele

and her father were in England, and he looked Lempriere suspiciously in

the eyes; but the swaggering Seigneur met his look frankly, and bowed

with ponderous and genial gravity.

Now De la Foret spoke. "Your high Majesty," said he, "if I may ask

Mademoiselle Aubert one question in your presence--"

"Your answer now; the lady in due season," interposed the Queen.

"She was betrothed to a soldier, she may resent a priest," said De la

Foret, with a touch of humour, for he saw the better way was to take the

matter with some outward ease.

Elizabeth smiled. "It is the custom of her s*x to have a fondness for

both," she answered, with an acid smile. "But your answer?"

De la Foret's face became exceeding grave. Bowing his head, he said: "My

sword has spoken freely for the Cause; God forbid that my tongue should

not speak also. I will do your Majesty's behest."

The jesting word that was upon the royal lips came not forth, for De la

Foret's face was that of a man who had determined a great thing, and

Elizabeth was one who had a heart for high deeds. "The man is brave

indeed," she said under her breath, and, turning to the dumfounded

Seigneur, bade him bring in Mademoiselle Aubert.

A moment later Angele entered, came a few steps forward, made obeisance,

and stood still. She showed no trepidation, but looked before her

steadily. She knew not what was to be required of her, she was a stranger

in a strange land; but persecution and exile had gone far to strengthen

her spirit and greaten her composure.

Elizabeth gazed at the girl coldly and critically. To women she was not

over-amiable; but as she looked at the young Huguenot maid, of this calm

bearing, warm of colour, clear of eye, and purposeful of face, some thing

kindled in her. Most like it was that love for a cause, which was more to

be encouraged by her than any woman's love for a man, which as she grew

older inspired her with aversion, as talk of marriage brought cynical

allusions to her lips.

"I have your letter and its protests and its pleadings. There were fine

words and adjurations--are you so religious, then?" she asked brusquely.

"I am a Huguenot, your noble Majesty," answered the girl, as though that

answered all.

"How is it, then, you are betrothed to a roistering soldier?" asked the

Queen.

"Some must pray for Christ's sake, and some must fight, your most

christian Majesty," answered the girl. "Some must do both," rejoined the

Queen, in a kinder voice, for the pure spirit of the girl worked upon

her. "I am told that Monsieur de la Foret fights fairly. If he can pray

as well, methinks he shall have safety in our kingdom, and ye shall all

have peace. On Trinity Sunday you shall preach in my chapel, Monsieur de

la Foret, and thereafter you shall know your fate."

She rose. "My Lord," she said to Leicester, on whose face gloom had

settled, "you will tell the Lord Chamberlain that Monsieur de la Foret's

durance must be made comfortable in the west tower of my palace till

chapel-going of Trinity Day. I will send him for his comfort and

instruction some sermons of Latimer."

She stepped down from the dais. "You will come with me, mistress," she

said to Angele, and reached out her hand.

Angele fell on her knees and kissed it, tears falling down her cheek,

then rose and followed the Queen from the chamber. She greatly desired to

look backward towards De la Foret, but some good angel bade her not. She

realised that to offend the Queen at this moment might ruin all; and

Elizabeth herself was little like to offer chance for farewell and

love-tokens.

So it was that, with bowed head, Angele left the room with the Queen of

England, leaving Lempriere and De la Foret gazing at each other, the one

bewildered, the other lost in painful reverie, and Leicester smiling

maliciously at them both.