his. âBrotherâdo you not know me?â he said softly, insistently. âCome sit by me here, and let us talk awhile together. Tell me about the sword and helmet which our father gave you when you were a child.â
The sick man shivered; he seemed to shake off his frenzy, like a wet dog shaking off drops of water. He blinked his eyes.
âCome, now.â Louis tapped the cushion of the bench. Burgundy looked at the Archbishop with raised eyebrows.
âIt seems that Monseigneur dâOrléans really knows a treatment which is mightier than any treatment from the Church,â he remarkedin an undertone. Isabeau, still breathing heavily, gave him an angry look, but remained silent. The veil was damp on her temples; her legs could no longer hold her. Leaning on the Duchess of Berry, she sank into her seat. The King slumped against his brotherâs shoulder. Seen together, the likeness as well as the frightful disparity between the two was startling: one face was like a twisted reflection of the other.
âYes, brother,â said the King, who recognized Orléans and at that moment began to speak to his brother as he had done in their childhood. âThat was a wondrous story, with the weaponsâthey hung over my bed. I had to choose ⦠how was it again?â He became lost in thought; his head drooped over his breast. Orléans gazed down at him with a smile which was not without bitterness.
There was some disorder at the tables. Food remained untouched on dishes and platters. The chimes of the wine fountain played monotonously without pause. The guests at the lower tables talked softly to one another, following the advice of Boucicaut, who thought as little attention as possible should be paid to the Kingâs condition.
A door opened under the portico and Jean de Bueil re-entered the hall with Maitre dâHarselly, a few other of the Kingâs physicians, two valets and an old retainer who enjoyed the Kingâs special confidence, and who was always with him. The doctorsâ presence was linked in the Kingâs consciousness with unspeakable bodily and spiritual torments; he was beside himself again. Neither persuasion nor gentle compulsion could induce him to accompany the court physicians. Finally, they had to carry him away by force past the tables, guests, musicians, servants and the ever-growing group of spectators in the gallery.
âValentine, Valentine!â shrieked the sick man desperately before the doors shut tight behind him and the doctors. Immediately Louis dâOrléans signalled to his servants; music sounded again from the balcony, cup-bearers and table servants hastily resumed their work. A few dogs played in the hall with some feathers which had dropped from one of the silvered birds decorating the platters; the dwarf slipped away unnoticed between the pillars of the gallery. Orléans sat down beside the Queen. For the first time he saw a look of cruelty in the set of her mouth. She threw her brother-in-law a glance he had never seen in her eyes before.
âValentine,â she murmured, almost without moving her lips.âAlways Valentine. This situation is becoming unbearable, Monseigneur.â
Louis shrugged. âThe King is like a child,â he responded softly, beckoning to a cup-bearer to fill her goblet. Isabeau, however, laid her white, fleshy hand over the mouth of the goblet. The page bowed and moved on. âWill you not drink with me, Madame?â The Duke of Orléans spoke with an astonished smile that only partly disguised his wounded feelings.
âIt is a situation that must be remedied,â continued Isabeau, her eyes fixed on his face. Orléans laughed, somewhat irritated. He did not understand. After a pause she said in a cold voice, âYou can do much to prevent greater difficulties in the future, my lord.â A shadow crossed Louisâ face; he bit his lip. Because the mood among his guests was
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