"If there is a man whom I should hate," he said, "it is this Gaspard de Coligny, who has defamed me and all my family by the foul accusations he has put abroad. But I will not," he added firmly, "take vengeance upon my enemies at the expense of my king and master.
I cannot counsel a course so disastrous to Your Majesty and the whole kingdom. Did we act as we have been advised, Sire, can you doubt that we should be taxed - and rightly taxed in view of the treaty that has been signed - with perfidy and disloyalty?"Dead silence followed that bombshell of opposition, coming from a quarter whence it was least expected. For Catherine and Anjou had confidently counted upon the Duke's hatred of Coligny to ensure his support of their designs.
A little colour crept into the pale cheeks of the King. His glance kindled out of its sullenness. He was as one who sees sudden hope amid despair.
"That is the truth," he said. "Messieurs, and you, madame my mother, you have heard the truth. How do you like it?""Monsieur de Retz is deceived by an excess of loyalty," said Anjou quickly. "Because he bears a personal enmity to the Admiral, he conceives that it would hurt his honour to speak otherwise. It must savour to him, as he has said, of using his king and master to avenge his own personal wrongs. We can respect Monsieur de Retz's view, although we hold it mistaken.""Will Monsieur de Retz tell us what other course lies open?" quoth the bluff Tavannes.
"Some other course must be found," cried the King, rousing himself.
"It must be found, do you hear? I will not have you touch the life of my friend the Admiral. I will not have it - by the Blood!"A hubbub followed, all speaking at once, until the King banged the table, and reminded them that his cabinet was not a fish-market.
"I say that there is no other way," Catherine insisted. "There cannot be two kings in France, nor can there be two parties. For your own safety's sake, and for the safety of your kingdom, Ibeseech you so to contrive that in France there be but one party with one head - yourself.""Two kings in France?" he said. "What two kings?""Yourself and Gaspard I - King Coligny, the King of the Huguenots.""He is my subject - my faithful, loyal subject," the King protested, but with less assurance.
"A subject who raises forces of his own, levies taxes of his own, garrisons Huguenot cities," said Biragues. "That is a very dangerous type of subject, Sire.""A subject who forces you into war with Protestant Flanders against Catholic Spain," added the blunt Tavannes.
"Forces me?" roared the King, half rising, his eyes aflash. "That is a very daring word.""It would be if the proof were absent. Remember, Sire, his very speech to you before you permitted him to embark upon preparations for this war. 'Give us leave,' he said, 'to make war in Flanders, or we shall be compelled to make war upon yourself.'"The King winced and turned livid. Sweat stood in beads upon his brow. He was touched in his most sensitive spot. That speech of Coligny's was of all things the one he most desired to forget. He twisted the chaplet so that the beads bit deeply into his fingers.
"Sire," Tavannes continued, "were I a king, and did a subject so address me, I should have his head within the hour. Yet worse has happened since, worse is happening now. The Huguenots are arming.
They ride arrogantly through the streets of your capital, stirring up rebellion. They are here in force, and the danger grows acute and imminent."Charles writhed before them. He mopped his brow with a shaking hand.
"The danger - yes. I see that. I admit the danger. But Coligny - ""Is it to be King Gaspard or King Charles?" rasped the voice of Catherine.
The chaplet snapped suddenly in the King's fingers. He sprang to his feet, deathly pale.
"So be it!" he cried. "Since it is necessary to kill the Admiral, kill him, then. Kill him!" he screamed, in a fury that seemed aimed at those who forced this course upon him. "Kill him - but see to it also that at the same time you kill every Huguenot in France, so that not one shall be left to reproach me. Not one, do you hear? Take your measures and let the thing be done at once."And on that, his face livid and twitching, his limbs shaking, he flung out of the room and left them.
It was all the warrant they required, and they set to work at once there in the King's own cabinet, where he had left them. Guise, who had hitherto been no more than a silent spectator, assumed now the most active part. Upon his own shoulders he took the charge of seeing the Admiral done to death.
The remainder of the day and a portion of the evening were spent in concerting ways and means. They assured themselves of the Provost of the merchants of Paris, of the officers of the Gardes Francaises and the three thousand Swiss, of the Captains of the quarters and other notoriously factious persons who could be trusted as leaders. By ten o'clock at night all preparations were made and it was agreed that the ringing of the bell of Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois for matins was to be the signal for the massacre.
