“Your party, I believe, consists of M. de Bussy and myself.”
“Then I am tied.”
“Nearly so. You can do nothing without the Guises; with them, everything. Say the word, and you are king.”
The duke walked about for a few minutes, in great agitation, then stopped, and said, “Go on, count.”
“This, then, is the plan. In eight days the Fête Dieu will take place, and the king meditates on that day a great procession to the convents of Paris. There, the guards will remain at the door, the king will stop before each altar, kneel down, and say five paters and five aves.”
“I know all that.”
“He will go to St. Geneviève——”
“Yes.”
“He will enter with a suite of five or six persons, and behind them, the doors will be closed.”
“And then——”