kindle。 I took care that that spark should be wanting； however； and to that end I compelled Bareilles to mount and ride with us as far as Saury。 Here； where I found the inn burned and the woman murdered； I should have done no more than justice had I hung him as well； and I think that he half expected it。 But reflecting that he had a score of relations in Poitou who might give trouble； and； besides that； his position called for some degree of consideration； I parted with him gravely； and hastened to put as many leagues between us as possible。 That night we slept at Crozant； and the next at St。 Gaultier。
It was chiefly in consequence of the observations I made during this journey that Henry； in the following October； marched into the Limousin with a considerable force and received the submission of the governors。 The details of that expedition； in the course of which he put to death ten or twelve of the more disorderly； will be found in another place。 It remains for me only to add here that Bareilles was not of them。 He escaped a fate he richly deserved by flying betimes with Bassignac to Sedan。 Of his ultimate fate I know nothing； but a week after my return to the Arsenal； a man called on me who turned out to be the astrologer。 I gave him fifty crowns。
VIII。 THE OPEN SHUTTER。
Few are ignorant of that weakness of the vulgar which leads them to admire in the great not so much the qualities which deserve admiration as those which； in the eyes of the better…informed； are defects； so that the amours of Caesar； the clock…making of Charles； and the jests of Coligny are more in the mouths of men than their statesmanship or valour。 For one thing commendable； two that are diverting are told； and for one man who in these days recalls the thousand great and wise deeds of the late King a thousand remember his occasional freaks； the duel he would have fought； or his habit of visiting the streets of Paris by night and in disguise。 That this last has been much exaggerated； I can myself bear witness； for though Varenne or Coquet； the Master of the Household； were his usual companions on these occasions； he seldom failed to confess to me after the event； and more than once I accompanied him。
If I remember rightly； it was in April or May of this year； 1606； and consequently a few days after his return from Sedan； that he surprised me one night as I sat at supper； and； requesting me to dismiss my servants； let me know that he was in a flighty mood； and that nothing would content him but to play the Caliph in my company。 I was not too willing； for I did not fail to recognise the risk to which these expeditions exposed his person； but； in the end； I consented； making only the condition that Maignan should follow us at a distance。 This he conceded； and I sent for two plain suits； and we dressed in my closet。 The King； delighted with the frolic； was in his wildest mood。 He uttered an infinity of jests； and cut a thousand absurd antics； and； rallying me on my gravity； soon came near to making me repent of the easiness which had led me to fall in with his humour。
However； it was too late to retreat； and in a moment we were standing in the street。 It would not have surprised me if he had celebrated his freedom by some noisy extravagance there； but he refrained； and contented himselfwhile Maignan locked the postern behind uswith cocking his hat and lugging forward his sword； and assuming an air of whimsical recklessness； as if an adventure were to be instantly expected。
But the moon had not yet risen； the night was dark； and for some time we met with nothing more diverting than a stumble over a dead dog； a word with a forward wench； or a narrow escape from one of those liquid douches that render the streets perilous for common folk and do not spare the greatest。 Naturally； I began to tire； and wished myself with all my heart back at the Arsenal； but Henry； whose spirits a spice of danger never failed to raise； found a hundred things to be merry over； and some of which he made a great tale of afterwards。 He would go on； and presently； in the Rue de ＇a Pourpointerie； which we entered as the clocks struck the hour before midnight； his persistence was rewarded。
By that time the moon had risen； but； naturally； few were abroad so late； and such as were to be seen belonged to a class among whom even Henry did not care to seek adventures。 Our astonishment was great therefore when； half…way down the street a street of tall； mean houses neither better nor much worse than others in that quarterwe saw； standing in the moonlight at an open door； a boy about seven years old。
The King saw him first； and； pressing my arm； stood still。 On the instant the child； who had probably seen us before we saw him； advanced into the road to us。 〃Messieurs；〃 he said； standing up boldly before us and looking at us without fear； 〃my father is ill； and I cannot close the shutter。〃
The boy's manner； full of self…possession； and his tone； remarkable at his age； took us so completely by surpriseto say nothing of the late hour and the deserted street； which gave these things their full effectthat for a moment neither of us answered。 Then the King spoke。 〃Indeed； M。 l'Empereur；〃 he said gravely； 〃and where is the shutter？〃
The boy pointed to an open shutter at the top of the house behind him。
〃Ah！〃 Henry said。 〃And you wish us to close it？〃
〃If you please； messieurs。〃
〃We do please；〃 Henry replied； saluting him with mock reverence。 〃You may consider the shutter closed。 Lead on； Monsieur； we follow。〃
For the first time the boy looked doubtful； but he turned without saying anything； and passing through the doorway； was in an instant lost in the pitchy darkness of the entry。 I laid my hand on the King's arm； and tried to induce him not to follow； fearing much that this might be some new thieves' trap； leading nowhither save to the POIRE D'ANGOISSE and the poniard。 But the attempt was hopeless from the first； he broke from me and entered； and I followed him。
We groped for the balustrade and found it； and began to ascend； guided by the boy's voice； who kept a little before us； saying continually； 〃This way； messieurs； this way！〃 His words had so much the sound of a signal； and the staircase was so dark and ill…smelling； that； expecting every moment to be seized or to have a knife in my back； I found it almost interminable。 At last； however； a gleam of light appeared above us； the boy opened a door； and we found ourselves standing on a mean； narrow landing； the walls of which had once been whitewashed。 The child signed to us to enter； and we followed him into a bare attic； where our heads nearly touched the ceiling。
〃Messieurs； the air is keen；〃 he said in a curiously formal tone。 〃Will you please to close the shutter？〃
The King； amused and full of wonder； looked round。 The room contained little besides a table； a stool； and a lamp standing in a basin on the floor； but an alcove； curtained with black； dingy hangings； broke one wall。 〃Your father lies there？〃 Henry said； pointing to it。
〃Yes； monsieur。〃
〃He feels the cold？〃
〃Yes； monsieur。 Will you please to close the shutter？〃
I went to it； and； leaning out； managed； with a little difficulty； to comply。 Meanwhile； the King； gazing curiously at the curtains； gradually approached the alcove。 He hesitated long； he told me afterwards； before he touched the hangings； but at length； feeling sure that there was something more in the business than appeared； he did so。 Drawing one gently aside； as I turned from the window； he peered in； and saw just what he had been led to expecta huddled form covered with dingy bed…clothes and a grey head lying on a ragged； yellow pillow。 The man's face was turned to the wall； but； as the light fell on him； he sighed and； with a shiver； began to move。 The King dropped the curtain。
The adventure had not turned out as well as he had hoped； and； with a whimsical look at me； he laid a crown on the table； said a kind word to the boy； and we went out。 In a moment we were in the street。
It was my turn now to rally him； and I did so without mercy； asking if he knew of any other beauteous damsel who wanted her shutter closed； and whether this was the usual end of his adventures。 He took the jest in good part； laughing fully as loudly at himself as I laughed； and in this way we had gone a hundred paces or so very merrily； when； on a sudden； he stopped。
〃What is it； sire？〃 I asked。
〃Hola！〃 he said； 〃The boy was clean。〃
〃Clean？〃
〃Yes； hands； face； clothes。 All clean。〃
〃Well； sire？〃
〃How could he be？ His father in bed； no one even to close the shutter。 How could he be clean？〃
〃But； if he was； sire？〃
For answer Henry seized me by the arm； turned me round without a word； and in a moment was hurrying me back to the house。 I thought that he was going thither again； and followed reluctantly； but twenty paces short of the door he crossed the street； and drew me into a doorway。 〃Can you see the shutter？〃 he said。 〃Yes？ Then watch it； my friend。〃
I had no option but to resign myself； and I nodded。 A moist and chilly wind； which blew through the street and penetrating our cloaks made us shiver； did not tend to increase my enthusiasm； but the King was proof even against this； as well as against the kennel smells and the tedium of waiting； and presently his persistence was rewarded。 The shutter swung slowly open； the noise made by its collision with the wall coming clearly to our ears。 A minute later the boy appeared in the doorway； and stood looking up and down。
〃Well；〃 the King whispered in my ear； 〃what do you make of that； my friend？〃
I muttered that it must be a beggar's trick。
〃They would not earn a crown in a month；〃 he answered。 There must be something more than that at the bottom of it。〃
Beginning to share his curiosity； I was about to propose that we should sally out and see if the boy would repeat his overture to us； when I caught the sound of footsteps coming along the street。 〃Is it Maignan？〃 the King whispered； looking out cautiously。
〃No； sire；〃 I said。 〃He is in yonder doorway。〃
Before Henry could answer； the appearance of two strangers coming along the roadway confirmed my