“For anything.”
The king’s despair redoubled.
“Corbleu!” cried Gorenflot, “I hated you before, Valois, but now I despise you! Sign, or you shall perish by my hand!”
“Have patience,” said the king; “let me pray to my divine Master for resignation.”
“He wishes to reflect again,” said Gorenflot.
“Give him till midnight,” said the cardinal.
“Thanks, charitable Christian!” cried the king:
“His brain is weak,” said the duke; “we serve France by dethroning him.”
“I shall have great pleasure in clipping him!” said the duchess.
Suddenly a noise was heard outside, and soon they distinguished blows struck on the door of the abbey, and Mayenne went to see what it was. “My brothers,” said he, “there is a troop of armed men outside.”