Lay for them at the other
end."
Men are odd. The moment he gave way to me I repented of my
words. It was almost with reluctance that I followed the servant
to the lower part of the table. More than this, mingled with the
hatred I felt for the Vidame, there was now a strange sentiment
towards him--almost of admiration; that had its birth I think in
the moment, when I held his life in my hand, and he had not
flinched.
We ate in silence; even after Croisette by grasping my hand under
the table had begged me not to judge him hastily. The two at the
upper end talked fast, and from the little that reached us, I
judged that the priest was pressing some course on his host,
which the latter declined to take.
Once Bezers raised his voice. "I have my own ends to serve!" he
broke out angrily, adding a fierce oath which the priest did not
rebuke, "and I shall serve them. But there I stop. You have
your own. Well, serve them, but do not talk to me of the cause!
The cause? To hell with the cause! I have my cause, and you
have yours, and my lord of Guise has his! And you will not make
me believe that there is any other!"
"The king's?" suggested the priest, smiling sourly.
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