He had recently had near him a brave and valiant heart and sword—Bussy, the brave Bussy. And he had offended him to please Monsoreau, who had his secret, with which he always threatened him, and which was now known to the king. He had therefore quarreled with Bussy gratuitously, and, above all, uselessly, which as a great politician once said, “was more than a crime, it was a mistake!” How he would have rejoiced in his present situation, to know that Bussy was watching over him; Bussy the loyal, Bussy the universal favorite. It would have been probable liberty and certain vengeance.
But as we have said, Bussy, wounded to the heart, kept away from the prince, so the prisoner remained fifty feet above the ground, with the four favorites in the corridor, without counting the court full of Swiss. Besides this, one or other of the young men entered from time to time, and, without seeming even to notice the prince, went round the room, examined the doors and windows, looked under the beds and tables, and glanced at the curtains and sheets.
“Ma foi!” said Maugiron, after one of these visits, “I have done; I am not going to look after him any more to-night.”
“Yes,” said D’Epernon, “as long as we guard him, there is no need of going to look at him.”
“And he is not handsome to look at,” said Quelus.
“Still,” said Schomberg, “I think we had better not relax our vigilance, for the devil is cunning.”
“Yes, but not cunning enough to pass over the bodies of four men like us.”
“That is true,” said Quelus.
“Oh!” said Schomberg, “do you think, if he wants to fly, he will choose our corridor to come through? He would make a hole in the wall.”
“With what?”