"
"Who touches my brother touches Tavannes!" the Marshal answered with a
menacing gesture. He was sober enough, it appeared, to hear what was
said, but not to comprehend its drift; and this caused a titter, which
immediately excited his rage. He turned and seized the nearest laugher
by the ear. "Insolent!" he cried. "I will teach you to laugh when the
King speaks! Puppy! Who laughs at his Majesty or touches my brother has
to do with Tavannes!"
The King, in a rage that almost deprived him of speech, stamped the floor
twice.
"Idiot!" he cried. "Imbecile! Let the man go! 'Tis not he! 'Tis your
heretic brother, I tell you! By all the Saints! By the body of--" and
he poured forth a flood of oaths. "Will you listen to me and be silent!
Will you--your brother--"
"If he be not your Majesty's servant, I will kill him with this sword!"
the irrepressible Marshal struck in. "As I have killed ten to-day! Ten!"
And, staggering back, he only saved himself from falling by clutching
Chicot about the neck.
"Steady, my pretty Marechale!" the jester cried, chucking him under the
chin with one hand, while with some difficulty he supported him with the
other--for he, too, was far from sober--
"Pretty Margot, toy with me,
Maiden bashful--"
"Silence!" Charles cried, darting forth his long arms in a fury of
impatience.
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