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THE JUSTICE OF THE KING

by

HAMILTON DRUMMOND

Author of
  "The King's Scapegoat," "Room Five,"
  "The Houses," "Shoes of Gold," Etc.

International Fiction Library
Cleveland ————— New York

Copyright, 1911by the MacMillan CompanyAll rights reserved

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE DESPATCH II. A LESSON IN OBEDIENCE III. FOR A WOMAN'S SAKE IV. THE JUSTICE OF THE KING V. THE KING LAYS BARE HIS HEART VI. HOW LOUIS LOVED HIS SON VII. FOUR-AND-TWENTY, WITH THE HEART OF EIGHTEEN VIII. THE BLACK DOG OF AMBOISE IX. FRANCOIS VILLON, POET AND GALLOWS-CHEAT X. LOVE, THE ENEMY XI. THE CROSS IN THE DARKNESS XII. LA MOTHE BELIEVES, BUT IS NOT CONVINCED XIII. "FRIEND IS MORE THAN FAMILY" XIV. FOR LIFE AND THRONE XV. A QUESTION IN THEOLOGY XVI. TOO SLOW AND TOO FAST XVII. STEPHEN LA MOTHE ASKS THE WRONG QUESTION XVIII. FRENCH AND ENGLISH XIX. GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN XX. THE LAST STAND XXI. DENOUNCED XXII. "WE MUST SAVE HER TOGETHER" XXIII. JEAN SAXE IS EXPLICIT XXIV. A PROPHET WITHOUT HONOUR XXV. "IT IS A TRAP" XXVI. COMMINES TAKES ADVICE XXVII. THE SUCCESS OF FAILURE XXVIII. PHILIP DE COMMINES, DIPLOMATIST XXIX. THE PRICE OF A LATE BREAKFAST XXX. "LOVE IS MY LIFE" XXXI. SAXE RISES IN VILLON'S ESTIMATION XXXII. LA MOTHE FULFILS HIS COMMISSION XXXIII. THE ARREST XXXIV. LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS XXXV. THE DAWN BROADENS

THE JUSTICE OF THE KING

CHAPTER I

THE DESPATCH

All morning the King had been restless, unappeasable, captious, withlittle relapses unto the immobility of deep thought, and those who knewhim best were probing deeply both their conscience and their conduct.Had he sat aloof, quiet in the sunshine, his dogs sleeping at his feet,his eyes half closed, his hands, waxen, almost transparent, and bird'sclaws for thinness, spread out to the heat, those about him would havegone their rounds with a light heart. At such times his schemes werethoughts afar off, dreams of some new, subtle stroke of policy, andnone within touch had cause to fear.

But this May day he was restless, unsettled, his mind so full of anactive purpose shortly to be fulfilled that he could not keep his tiredbody quiet for long, but every few minutes shifted his position or hisplace. If he sat in his great chair, padded with down to ease hisweakness and the aching of his bones, his fingers were constantlyplucking at his laces, or playing with the tags which fastened thefur-lined scarlet cloak he wore for a double purpose, to comfort thecoldness of his meagre body, and that the death-like pallor of his facemight be touched by its gay brightness to a reflected, fictitious glowof health. But to remain seated for any length of time jarred with hismood. Pushing himself to his feet he would walk the length of thegallery and back again, leaning heavily upon his stick, only to sinkonce more into his chair and fumble anew with shaking hands at whateverloose end or edge lay nearest.

So it had been all morning, but the restlessness had redoubled withinthe last half-hour. It was then that a post had reached Valmy, no manknew from whence, nor had the messenger been asked any questions. Thesuperscription on the despatch was a warning against the vice ofcuriosity. It was in the King's familiar handwriting, bold

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