Yet gibbets are ugly things; and Thuriot, the printer, whose pride had
been tickled by a summons to the conclave, began to wonder if he had done
wisely in coming. Lescot, too, who presently ventured a word.
"But if M. de Tavannes' order be to do nothing," he began doubtfully,
"you would not, reverend Father, have us resist his Majesty's will?"
"God forbid, my friend!" Father Pezelay answered with unction. "But his
Majesty's will is to do--to do for the glory of God and the saints and
His Holy Church! How? Is that which was lawful at Saumur unlawful here?
Is that which was lawful at Tours unlawful here? Is that which the King
did in Paris--to the utter extermination of the unbelieving and the
purging of that Sacred City--against his will here? Nay, his will is to
do--to do as they have done in Paris and in Tours and in Saumur! But his
Minister is unfaithful! The woman whom he has taken to his bosom has
bewildered him with her charms and her sorceries, and put it in his mind
to deny the mission he bears."
"You are sure, beyond chance of error, that he bears letters to that
effect, good Father?" the printer ventured.
"Ask my lord's Vicar! He knows the letters and the import of them!"
"They are to that effect," the Archdeacon answered, drumming on the table
with his fingers and speaking somewhat sullenly.
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