De Catinat in the meanwhile was perfectly aware of the importance of the mission which had been assigned to him. The secrecy which had been enjoined by the king, his evident excitement, and the nature of his orders, all confirmed the rumours which were already beginning to buzz round the court. He knew enough of the intrigues and antagonisms with which the court was full to understand that every precaution was necessary in carrying out his instructions. He waited, therefore, until night had fallen before ordering his soldier-servant to bring round the two horses to one of the less public gates of the grounds. As he and his friend walked together to the spot, he gave the young American a rapid sketch of the situation at the court, and of the chance that this nocturnal ride might be an event which would affect the future history of France.

“I like your king,” said Amos Green, “and I am glad to ride in his service. He is a slip of a man to be the head of a great nation, but he has the eye of a chief. If one met him alone in a Maine forest, one would know him as a man who was different to his fellows. Well, I am glad that he is going to marry again, though it’s a great house for any woman to have to look after.”

De Catinat smiled at his comrade’s idea of a queen’s duties.

“Are you armed?” he asked. “You have no sword or pistols?”

“No; if I may not carry my gun, I had rather not be troubled by tools that I have never learned to use. I have my knife. But why do you ask?”

“Because there may be danger.”

“And how?”

“Many have an interest in stopping this marriage. All the first men of the kingdom are bitterly against it. If they could stop us, they would stop it, for to-night at least.”

“But I thought it was a secret?”

“There is no such thing at a court. There is the dauphin, or the king’s brother, either of them, or any of their friends, would be right glad that we should be in the Seine before we reach the archbishop’s house this night. But who is this?”

A burly figure had loomed up through the gloom on the path upon which they were going. As it approached, a coloured lamp dangling from one of the trees shone upon the blue and silver of an officer of the guards. It was Major de Brissac, of De Catinat’s own regiment.

“Hullo! Whither away?” he asked.

“To Paris, major.”

“I go there myself within an hour. Will you not wait, that we may go together?”

“I am sorry, but I ride on a matter of urgency. I must not lose a minute.”

“Very good. Good-night, and a pleasant ride.”

“Is he a trusty man, our friend the major?” asked Amos Green, glancing back.

“True as steel.”

“Then I would have a word with him.” The American hurried back along the way they had come, while De Catinat stood chafing at this unnecessary delay. It was a full five minutes before his companion joined him, and the fiery blood of the French soldier was hot with impatience and anger.

“I think that perhaps you had best ride into Paris at your leisure, my friend,” said he. “If I go upon the king’s service I cannot be delayed whenever the whim takes you.”

“I am sorry,” answered the other quietly. “I had something to say to your major, and I thought that maybe I might not see him again.”

“Well, here are the horses,” said the guardsman as he pushed open the postern-gate. “Have you fed an watered them, Jacques?”

“Yes, my captain,” answered the man who stood at their head.

“Boot and saddle, then, friend Green, and we shall not draw rein again until we see the lights of Paris in front of us.”

The soldier-groom peered through the darkness after them with a sardonic smile upon his face. “You won’t draw rein, won’t you?” he muttered as he turned away. “Well, we shall see about that, my captain; we shall see about that.”

For a mile or more the comrades galloped along, neck to neck and knee to knee. A wind had sprung up from the westward, and the heavens were covered with heavy gray clouds, which drifted swiftly across, a crescent moon peeping fitfully from time to time between the rifts. Even during these moments of brightness the road, shadowed as it was by heavy trees, was very dark, but when the light was shut off it was hard, but for the loom upon either side, to tell where it lay. De Catinat at least found it so, and he peered anxiously over his horse’s ears, and stooped his face to the mane in his efforts to see his way.

“What do you make of the road?” he asked at last.

“It looks as if a good many carriage wheels had passed over it today.”

“What! Mon Dieu! Do you mean to say that you can see carriage wheels there?”

“Certainly. Why not?”

“Why, man, I cannot see the road at all.”

Amos Green laughed heartily. “When you have travelled in the woods by night as often as I have,” said he, “when to show a light may mean to lose your hair, one comes to learn to use one’s eyes.”

“Then you had best ride on, and I shall keep just behind you. So! Hola! What is the matter now?”

There had been the sudden sharp snap of something breaking, and the American had reeled for an instant in the saddle.

“It’s one of my stirrup leathers. It has fallen.”

“Can you find it?”

“Yes; but I can ride as well without it. Let us push on.”

“Very good. I can just see you now.”

They had galloped for about five minutes in this fashion, De Catinat’s horse’s head within a few feet of the other’s tail, when there was a second snap, and the guardsman rolled out of the saddle on to the ground. He kept his grip of the reins, however, and was up in an instant at his horse’s head, sputtering............