Madame Serpent (36 page)

humiliated and now the monster Valentinois was out of the way, here was her chance.

They did not know how little her husband cared for her, thought Catherine.

Thank the Virgin that none but herself witnessed those embarrassing moments of his when he visited her.

Her head ached. She hated this masque. She longed for midnight.

What a fool she was to have put the love potion in his wine that he might become enamoured of the governess! But was it the love potion, or was it the governess’s red hair and white skin? How many love potions had she used in vain endeavour to win him for herself?

Again and again she asked herself why he should want this silly woman’s

love-making and turn from her own which would be given with her heart and soul instead of in a drunken frolic.

She could never find the answer to that question.

Midnight came.

She was glad that they had returned to the ballroom. It had happened

already. That much she sensed from their demeanour. She felt bitterly

humiliated, for with Diane, who was clever and beautiful, it was understandable; but with this red-haired slut with her parted lips and lascivious eyes―

But― it had happened; and Catherine guessed, by the look of them both,

that it would happen again.

‘Unmask!’ She gave the order; she listened to the gasps of surprise. ‘So it was you!’ The giggles. ‘I had no idea!’

Perseus and Andromeda were looking at each other as though they were

intoxicated with something other than the wine they had both taken.

Montmorency’s plan had succeeded admirably, thought the Queen.

Moreover, tonight would not see the end of the King’s indiscretion.

‘I wish Lady Fleming to come here,’ she announced.

The woman started; she blushed to the roots of her red hair which was loose about her shoulders now that she had removed Andromeda’s wig with her mask.

All eyes were on Lady Fleming. Catherine’s glittered coldly.

She knows,
thought the guilty Lady Fleming.
She is going to denounce me
now― here― before them all. I shall be banished― I shall never be allowed to
see him again. She looks so strange. She frightens me. Her eyes are like a
serpent’s eyes.

‘Lady Fleming, you have given a very good performance this night.’

Lady Fleming could not speak. She felt her knees knocking together. Their cold eyes continued to regard her.

‘The most distinguished couple in the room is Andromeda and Perseus,’

went on the Queen.

Everyone applauded, for now everyone knew who Perseus was.

‘I could not take my eyes from you,’ continued Catherine, and watched the colour rush into Lady Fleming’s cheeks.

‘Your Majesty― is gracious―’ stammered the guilty creature.

‘The prize is yours, Lady Fleming.’

Catherine took a ring from her finger and slipped it on to the trembling one of her husband’s new mistress.

———————

The silly little governess was giving herself airs. It was noticed throughout the court.

It was already being whispered that the governess’s elevation was due to the absence of Diane. What was going to happen, it was discreetly asked, when Madame
la Duchesse
returned? Would Madame Fleming be sent away, or would the King find the redhead more suitable to his taste?

Mary Stuart, whose eyes were none the less sharp for being beautiful, had already whispered to young Francis that their governess was in love. Mary said they must trap her into an admission.

Catherine overheard them teasing the silly creature when she came into then nurseries one day.

‘I declare,’ said Mary, ‘you do not listen to us. Your thoughts are far away. I think they were with your lover.’

‘Hush. You must not say such things.’

‘But I will. I will. You must confess, must she not, Francis, that she has a lover.’

‘Indeed, she must!’ declared Francis.

‘Now come. It is lesson time. You seem to forget.’

‘It is you who forget to whom you speak. We ask a question― and demand

to be answered. Lady Fleming, please remember that one day Francis will be the King and I the Queen. When we ask questions we expect answers, and if you do not answer us― or treat us with the respect due to our rank, we shall― we shall―’ The saucy creature paused for a while; then she added ominously: ‘We shall not forget when we are on the throne.’

‘I will not be treated thus―’ said the stupid woman.

‘Have you a lover? Have you a lover?’ chanted Francis.

‘Well― and what if I have?’

‘Have you?’ demanded Mary.

‘Well― yes―’

Catherine turned away in disgust. It was time this folly was done with. Did not the silly creature understand that the only love affair she could enjoy with the King must be a secret one.

Then one day― as Catherine knew she would― Lady Fleming achieved her

own dismissal.

She confided in Madalenna.

Catherine went off into loud laughter when Madalenna reported this to her.

How like the woman to choose Madalenna!

‘She asked me if I could keep a secret,’ said Madalenna.

‘And you said you could. Yes, Madalenna. Then she told you that the King

visits her at night. And did you tell her that you knew; that you have been an unseen guest in their chamber; a witness to their lechery?’

‘I― said nothing of that.’

‘That was well. Come, Madalenna, waste no more time. What said she?’

‘I carefully noted her words that I might give them exactly as they were

said: God be thanked, she said. I am child.’

‘With child!’ cried Catherine. ‘She said that?’

‘She did, Madame. She said:
It is the King’s child, and I feel honoured and
happy about it. I am in such excellent health. I think there must be some magic
in the royal blood to make me feel so well.
’

Catherine stood by the window looking out on to the gardens below. A

child. This was carrying that plan of Montmorency’s too far.

Watching the King closely, she believed he was fast tiring of the silly

creature. He was getting anxious; Catherine guessed that he was thinking of Diane. Never mind. He would hate having to confess his infidelity. Who knew, after her illness, Diane might not be quite so beautiful, quite so alert of mind.

Perhaps Montmorency’s plan had worked. Perhaps Lady Fleming had played

the part allotted to her well, and now it was the Queen’s turn to step in.

Diane was fast recovering, so came the news. Catherine must act quickly

before she returned to court. She must remember the lesson Diane had taught her at the time of the Piedmontese lapse. She must show the King that if he was in an embarrassing position his wife could help him as his mistress had often done.

She sought him immediately and found him with the children.

‘Henry, I would speak with you. It is a matter of some importance.’

‘I will join you in your apartment shortly,’ he said.

‘Oh please, Sire,’ said Mary, ‘do not leave us yet. You have been with us such a little while.

Catherine looked sharply at Mary. She was not so enamoured of the little

Queen as everyone else seemed to be. Beauty and grace were no compensation, in Catherine’s eyes, for that pertness and insolent manner.

You are ill-advised, my Queenlet,
thought Catherine,
if you think you may
provoke me with impunity.

There was the insolent creature lifting her big beautiful eyes almost

coquettishly to Henry, imploring him to ignore his wife’s request.

Henry touched the golden hair lovingly. ‘Well, a few moments more; then I must hear the Queen’s business.’

Catherine swept out. Mary Stuart must be taught that she could not always behave thus. Already she had taken Catherine’s son and made him hers

completely. There was no one in the world for Francis now but his beautiful and beloved Mary.

The King was not long in coming to her, and Catherine made sure that they were alone before she spoke.

‘I have disquieting news, Henry.’

He raised his eyebrows.

‘It is Lady Fleming,’ she went on.

The King flushed. ‘The Scottish woman?’ he said.

Catherine nodded. She would not risk his displeasure letting him think she was aware of his secret meetings with the governess. He was a man who liked to keep his weaknesses hidden from prying eyes. Did he not wish people to believe that his relationship with Diane was a platonic one? What Catherine wished to imply more than anything was:
You may trust me. I wish you always to know
that you may rely on your wife.

‘She has whispered to one of my women that she is with child.’

Henry drew back as though she had struck him. It was obvious that he had

heard nothing about this new development in his little love affair.

He sought refuge in hauteur. ‘Catherine,’ he said, ‘the private affairs of a governess are no concern of ours.’

This was Henry at his least noble. He was in a position which he loathed, and because he could not rely on his wits to extricate him from a difficulty, he was an angry, rather petty Henry.

Yet thus Catherine loved him most tenderly.

‘She should be no concern of ours, admittedly,’ went on Catherine

smoothly, ‘but I gathered from my woman that the governess is with child by some personage of position in the court.’

‘She was discreet enough to mention no names, then?’ said the King with

obvious relief.

‘As yet,’ said Catherine, I think the scandal has not travelled far. I cautioned my woman to silence and I think will obey me.’

‘I like it not,’ said Henry, his mouth prim and tight, ‘that such matters should be bruited about the court.’

Catherine went to him swiftly and impulsively aid a hand on his arm. ‘My

lord husband, you may rely upon me to keep this matter where it belongs.’ Her eyes pleaded with him:
can you not see that I would do everything you asked of
me? Confide in me. Let me tell you of this overwhelming passionate love of
mine. Let me have done with plots. Let me enjoy love with you.

But he was already turning away uncomfortably. ‘Yes,’ he said uneasily,

‘See to that, please, Catherine.’

He went out and she knew that the interview was a failure. This time, was it that she had not said enough? The head of Catherine de’ Medici was strong, but weak it became when her heart was involved.

———————

A few days later Diane sent a message to the King telling him that she was ready to return to court; and he himself rode to Anet that he accompany her.

The story of the Scotswoman was common knowledge now. While Diane

was away, the King must play, it was whispered. But was it not rather foolish to have chosen such a silly woman for his indiscretion? Now it would be seen what Madame Diane had to say about the matter. Was it the end of the King’s

devotion to his aging Duchess? Hardly! Since he rode to Anet to bring her back to court! But it must be remembered that the ravages of sickness could ruin an ageing woman’s charms. What an interesting situation: Diane returning with her royal lover, while the Scottish governess grew in importance― in her own eyes at least― as she grew in size.

The King returned to Paris with Diane. Though she was paler, and thinner, there were many who agreed she was as charming as ever; and moreover, the King’s devotion was obvious Wretchedly, Catherine, watching him more

closely than any, detected in his demeanour a remorse― a secret remorse― and she knew that his infidelity worried him greatly and that he had not yet

confessed it to Diane.

But what did that matter? Catherine had at last understood. She and

Montmorency had wasted their time. Nothing could come between the King and the Duchess. No brief love-affair with a red-headed governess, no scheming of a clever woman could break up this surely most enduring love affair in the history of France.

Still, Diane would have some discomfiture to bear; and Catherine, since she could not break the King’s devotion, must content herself with this.

Diane had lost none of her subtlety. It was to Catherine she came when she heard the news.

‘I hear that the Lady Fleming is to become a mother,’ said Diane.

‘I have heard it also, Madame,’ said Catherine mildly.

‘The woman is a fool,’ said Diane. ‘She talks too much. Did Your Majesty

know that the child is the King’s?’

‘I had heard that also. I fear it is a matter to grieve us both.’

‘When a stupid woman’s tongue begins to clack, it is a matter to grieve all concerned. I think you should insist on her banishment from court.’

‘I see,’ said Catherine. ‘Have you spoken of this to the King?’

Diane shrugged her shoulders as though to say she did not consider the

matter worth the King’s attention. How clever she was! So she was going to let Henry see that she did not consider this infidelity― occurring while she herself was unavoidably kept from him― of the slightest importance. It was the same attitude that she had adopted over the Piedmont incident. How easy it was to manage a lover when you did not love with a fierce desire, a burning passion that robbed you, calm as you habitually were, of all good sense.

Catherine said slyly: ‘The King loved this woman. Doubtless, that was why she gave herself airs.’

‘Madame, the brief attention of the King is no indiscretion.’

Oh, she was clever!
She
gave herself airs; but she had never been indiscreet.

‘The King may not give his consent to her banishment,’ said Catherine

maliciously. ‘It may be that he wishes to keep her at court.’

‘He longer wishes to keep her at court.’

The two women surveyed each other.
Do as you are told!
the uncrowned Queen of France was saying
. The King amused himself because
I
was not here.

Remember that.
You
could not prevent his straying. That is understandable. But
now I have returned, and the governess who diverted him for a little while may
be sent away.