« By God... !
Xaintrailles was purple with fury, He clenched his fists and
Catherine saw his
jaw bones jutting as he gritted his teeth. His brown eyes flashed
and his anger exploded in the peaceful study.
"That scurvy do dares to imprison a Montsalvy ? He dares to tell the
world that he deserted ? he dares... "
" He dares in the King's name" ! Jacques Coeur interrupted
dryly. Calm yourself, Messire de Xaintrailles. remember that, if you
attack La Trémoille, you attack the King !
The King knows nothing of such intrigues, ...
The King does not want to know about them, the furrier corrected
him. Believe me, sire, I know him well. Our King hates worries and
complications. And then... he is in a delicate situation. His
favorite loses no opportunity of reminding him that he owes his
crown to a witch !
"You don't believe that ! Catherine cried.
Of course not, but La Trémoille makes good use of the trial at
An English trial
No, a Church trial. That's infinitely more irksome.!
Xaintrailles's fist crashed down, making the things on the table
What does all that matter? Arnaud is not going to stay in prison a
moment longer. I give you my word, or my name is not Xaintrailles. I
Coeurs had hand fell restraining on his arm.
Where are you going, messire ? To the King ? You world be losing
your time and probably signing your friend's death warrant. His
Majesty would appear amazed and summon his favorite who would swear
by all the gods that this was an abominable lie... and before
tomorrow, Captain Montsalvy's body would be thrown down some
oubliette or into the Loire...
The captain heaved a great sigh which might have been relief or
annoyance. Then he slowly drew his heavy sword from its scabbard and
brandished it in the candle flame before holding it out to the
furrier. Very well ! That only leaves this ! Look at it well, Maître
Jacques, he said with a threatening smile. Mark my words. If I do
not get Montsalvy out of that cursed place alive and whole, I shall
sheath this blade in La Trémoille's rotting belly. I swear before
He sheathed his sword again, then turned and kissed Catherine on
"Pray for me, fair lady "! I shall make sure that your child has a
She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek which smelt of lavender and
Look after yourself, Jean.... I am frightened for you !»