“Hah!” ejaculated Denis, in the excitement of the moment; and Saint Simon turned upon him sharply, and with a resentful look which was returned.
“But it means a deal,” said the King thoughtfully. “That ambassador would risk his life.”
“Hah!” ejaculated Saint Simon, giving vent to his suppressed excitement in his turn; and Denis now gave him back his resentful jealous look.
“Yes, Sire,” continued Leoni; “the envoy would risk his life, of course—in the service of his King. But there are men who would do this for their master’s sake, to ensure his long and peaceful reign.”
“And if he fails?” said the King.
“He would not fail, Sire. He would be carried forward by the knowledge that he was fighting in the cause of right and duty towards the master that he loved. Have no fear of that, Sire. He would succeed.”
“But I have fear,” cried the King. “Find me such a man as that, and I should look upon him as a treasure whose life I would not risk.”
“There would be no risk, Sire. It would be a question not of force but guile. He would make his way to the Court of your brother of England in a way which I have planned.”
“With recommendations from me?”
“Perhaps, Sire. I have not settled that.”