As was natural,I meditated deeply and far into the night on the difficulties of the task,entrusted to me.I saw that it fell into two parts:the release of the lady,and her safe conduct to Blois,a distance of sixty leagues.The release I thought it probable I could effect single-handed,or with one companion only;but in the troubled condition of the country at this time,more particularly on both sides of the Loire,I scarcely saw how I could ensure a lady's safety on the road northwards unless Ihad with me at least five swords.
To get these together at a few hours'notice promised to be no easy task;although the presence of the Court of Navarre had filled St.Jean with a crowd of adventurers.Yet the king's command was urgent,and at some sacrifice,even at some risk,must be obeyed.Pressed by these considerations,I could think of no better man to begin with than Fresnoy.
His character was bad,and he had long forfeited such claim as he had ever possessed--I believe it was a misty one,on the distaff side--to gentility.But the same cause which had rendered me destitute I mean the death of the prince of Conde--had stripped him to the last rag;and this,perhaps,inclining me to serve him,I was the more quick to see his merits.I knew him already for a hardy,reckless man,very capable of striking a shrewd blow.I gave him credit for being trusty,as long as his duty jumped with his interest.
Accordingly,as soon as it was light,having fed and groomed the Cid,which was always the first employment of my day,I set out in search of Fresnoy,and was presently lucky enough to find him taking his morning draught outside the 'Three Pigeons,'a little inn not far from the north gate.It was more than a fortnight since I had set eyes on him,and the lapse of time had worked so great a change for the worse in him that,forgetting my own shabbiness,I looked at him askance,as doubting the wisdom of enlisting one who bore so plainly the marks of poverty and dissipation.His great face--he was a large man--had suffered recent ill-usage,and was swollen and discoloured,one eye being as good as closed.He was unshaven,his hair was ill-kempt,his doublet unfastened at the throat,and torn and stained besides.
Despite the cold--for the morning was sharp and frosty,though free from wind--there were half a dozen packmen drinking and squabbling before the inn,while the beasts they drove quenched their thirst at the trough.But these men seemed with one accord to leave him in possession of the bench at which he sat;nor did I wonder much at this when I saw the morose and savage glance which he shot at me as I approached.Whether he read my first impressions in my face,or for some other reason felt distaste for my company,I could not determine.But,undeterred by his behaviour,I sat down beside him and called for wine.
He nodded sulkily in answer to my greeting,and cast a half-shamed,half-angry look at me out of the corners of his eyes.
'You need not look at me as though I were a dog,'he muttered presently.'You are not so very spruce yourself,my friend.But I suppose you have grown proud since you got that fat appointment at Court!'And he laughed out loud,so that I confess I was in two minds whether I should not force the jest down his ugly throat.
However I restrained myself,though my cheeks burned.'You have heard about it,then,'I said,striving to speak indifferently.
'Who has not?'he said,laughing with his lips,though his eyes were far from merry.'The Sieur de Marsac's appointment!Ha!ha!Why,man--'
'Enough of it now!'I exclaimed.And I dare say I writhed on my seat.'As far as I am concerned the jest is a stale one,sir,and does not amuse me.'
'But it amuses me,'he rejoined with a grin.
'Let it be,nevertheless,'I said;and I think he read a warning in my eyes.'I have come to speak to you upon another matter.'
He did not refuse to listen,but threw one leg over the other,and looking up at the inn-sign began to whistle in a rude,offensive manner.Still,having an object in view,I controlled myself and continued.'It is this,my friend:money is not very plentiful at present with either of us.'
Before I could say any more he turned on me savagely,and with a loud oath thrust his bloated face,flushed with passion,close to mine.'Now look here,M.de Marsac!'he cried violently,'once for all,it is no good!I have not got the money,and I cannot pay it.I said a fortnight ago,when you lent it,that you should have it this week.Well,'slapping his hand on the bench,I have not got it,and it is no good beginning upon me.You cannot have it,and that is flat!'
'Damn the money!'I cried.
'What?'he exclaimed,scarcely believing his ears.
'Let the money be!'I repeated fiercely.'Do you hear?I have not come about it,I am here to offer you work--good,well-paid work--if you will enlist with me and play me fair,Fresnoy.'
'Play fair!'he cried with an oath.
'There,there,'I said,'I am willing to let bygones be bygones if you are.The point is,that I have an adventure on hand,and,wanting help,can pay you for it.'
He looked at me cunningly,His eye travelling over each rent and darn in my doublet.'I will help you fast enough,'he said at last.'But I should like to see the money first.'
'You shall,'I answered.
'Then I am with you,my friend.Count on me till death!'he cried,rising and laying his hand in mine with a boisterous frankness which did not deceive me into trusting him far.'And now,whose is the affair,and what is it?'
'The affair is mine,'I said coldly.'It is to carry off a lady.'
He whistled and looked me over again,an impudent leer in his eyes.'A lady?'he exclaimed.'Umph!I could understand a young spark going in for such--but that's your affair.Who is it?'
