"You take me for Monsieur?" the unknown asked. And it was plain that he smiled under his mask.
Biron's face altered. "I take you," he answered sharply, "for him whose sign you sent me."
"The wisest are sometimes astray," the other answered with a low laugh. And he took off his mask.
The Grand Master started back, his eyes sparkling with anger.
"M. de Tavannes?" he cried, and for a moment he was silent in sheer astonishment. Then, striking his hand on the table, "What means this trickery?" he asked.
"It is of the simplest," Tavannes answered coolly. "And yet, as you just now said, I had hardly come at you without it. And I had to come at you. No, M. de Biron," he added quickly, as Biron in a rage laid his hand on a bell which stood beside him on the table, "you cannot that way undo what is done."
"I can at least deliver you," the Grand Master answered, in heat, "to those who will deal with you as you have dealt with us and ours."
"It will avail you nothing," Count Hannibal replied soberly. "For see here, Grand Master, I come from the King. If you are at war with him, and hold his fortress in his teeth, I am his ambassador and sacrosanct. If you are at peace with him and hold it at his will, I am his servant, and safe also."
"At peace and safe?" Biron cried, his voice trembling with indignation. "And are those safe or at peace who came here trusting to _his_ word, who lay in his palace and slept in his beds? Where are they, and how have they fared, that you dare appeal to the law of nations, or he to the loyalty of Biron? And for you to beard me, whose brother to-day hounded the dogs of this vile city on the noblest in France, who have leagued yourself with a crew of foreigners to do a deed which will make our country stink in the nostrils of the world when we are dust! You, to come here and talk of peace and safety! M. de Tavannes"--and he struck his hand on the table--"you are a bold man. I know why the King had a will to send you, but I know not why you had the will to come."
"That I will tell you later," Count Hannibal answered coolly. "For the King, first. My message is brief, M. de Biron. Have you a mind to hold the scales in France?"
"Between?" Biron asked contemptuously.
"Between the Lorrainers and the Huguenots."
The Grand Master scowled fiercely. "I have played the go-between once too often," he growled.
"It is no question of going between, it is a question of holding between," Tavannes answered coolly. "It is a question--but, in a word, have you a mind, M. de Biron, to be Governor of Rochelle? The King, having dealt the blow that has been struck to-day, looks to follow up severity, as a wise ruler should, with indulgence. And to quiet the minds of the Rochellois he would set over them a ruler at once acceptable to them--or war must come of it--and faithful to his Majesty. Such a man, M. de Biron, will in such a post be Master of the Kingdom; for he will hold the doors of Janus, and as he bridles his sea-dogs, or unchains them, there will be peace or war in France."
"Is all that from the King's mouth?" Biron asked with sarcasm. But his passion had died down. He was grown thoughtful, suspicious; he eyed the other intently as if he would read his heart.
"The offer is his, and the reflections are mine," Tavannes answered dryly. "Let me add one more. The Admiral is dead. The King of Navarre and the Prince of Conde are prisoners. Who is now to balance the Italians and the Guises? The Grand Master--if he be wise and content to give the law to France from the citadel of Rochelle."
Biron stared at the speaker in astonishment at his frankness.
"You are a bold man," he cried at last. "But _timeo Danaos et dona ferentes_," he continued bitterly. "You offer, sir, too much."
"The offer is the King's."
"And the conditions? The price?"
"That you remain quiet, M. de Biron."
"In the Arsenal?"
"In the Arsenal. And do not too openly counteract the King's will. That is all."
The Grand Master looked puzzled. "I will give up no one," he said. "No one! Let that be understood."
"The King requires no one."
A pause. Then, "Does M. de Guise know of the offer?" Biron inquired; and his eye grew bright. He hated the Guises and was hated by them. It was _there_ he was a Huguenot.
"He has gone far to-day," Count Hannibal answered dryly. "And if no worse come of it should be content. Madame Catherine knows of it."
The Grand Master was aware that Marshal Tavannes depended on the Queen- mother; and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Ay, 'tis like her policy," he muttered. "'Tis like her!" And pointing his guest to a cushioned chest which stood against the wall, he sat down in a chair beside the table and thought awhile, his brow wrinkled, his eyes dreaming. By-and-by he laughed sourly. "You have lighted the fire," he said, "and would fain I put it out."
"We would have you hinder it spreading."
"You have done the deed and are loth to pay the blood-money. That is it, is it?
"We prefer to pay it to M. de Biron," Count Hannibal answered civilly.
Again the Grand Master was silent awhile. At length he looked up and fixed Tavannes with eyes keen as steel.
"What is behind?" he growled. "Say, man, what is it? What is behind?"
"If there be aught behind, I do not know it," Tavannes answered steadfastly.
M. de Biron relaxed the fixity of his gaze. "But you said that you had an object?" he returned.
"I had--in being the bearer of the message."
"What was it?"
"My object? To learn two things."
"The first, if it please you?" The Grand Master's chin stuck out a little, as he spoke.
"Have you in the Arsenal a M. de Tignonville, a gentleman of Poitou?"
"I have not," Biron answered curtly. "The second?"
"Have you here a Huguenot minister?"
"I have not. And if I had I should not give him up," he added firmly.
Tavannes shrugged his shoulders. "I have a use for one," he said carelessly. "But it need not harm him."
"For what, then, do you need him?"
"To marry me."
The other stared. "But you are a Catholic," he said.
"But she is a Huguenot," Tavannes answered.
The Grand Master did not attempt to hide his astonishment.
"And she sticks on that?" he exclaimed. "To-day?"
"She sticks on that. To-day."
"To-day? _Nom de Dieu_! To-day! Well," brushing the matter aside after a pause of bewilderment, "any way, I cannot help her. I have no minister here. If there be aught else I can do for her--"
"Nothing, I thank you," Tavannes answered. "Then it only remains for me to take your answer to the King?" And he rose politely, and taking his mask from the table prepared to assume it.
M.