Rieux turns to the duchess and speaks directly to her. “Your Grace, your father assigned me to guard over you, as both your tutor and your advisor.”
“A sacred duty that you not only abandoned, but betrayed.”
He takes a step forward, and as one, Sybella, Ismae, and I place our hands on our weapons. He stops. “Your Grace, it was but a play to force you to do what I thought best for you and the country. In my own way, I was being loyal to the duty your father had entrusted to me.”
“But you were not loyal to me.”
“I have never stopped being on your side,” he insists. “Which is why I left d’Albret once I understood the full scope of his plans. My troops and I have chased the French from three towns.”
“But how do we know you speak the truth?” Lord Duval asks. “How do we know you are not here simply because d’Albret is dead and you wish to throw your lot in with the stronger side now that the tide has turned?”
Marshal Rieux’s head snaps back to Duval. “D’Albret is dead?”
“As good as.”
The marshal looks over at Sybella, who gives a brief nod, confirming Duval’s words. He looks stunned for a moment, then shakes his head. “Though it pains me to say it of any man, that is probably a good thing, I fear.”
At his words, Lord Duval and Captain Dunois exchange a look. “So why are you here?” the captain asks.
Marshal Rieux looks up again, as if surprised they need ask. “Why, to offer my fealty to the duchess and serve her as marshal once more. This is no time for internal differences to divide us.”
“It was no time to be divided four months ago either.”
“And I have seen the error of my ways. I am asking for a second chance and offering you the not insignificant resources I have at my disposal.”
“How could we trust you again?” the duchess asks, and this time, her voice sounds young to my ears, as if there is as much heartbreak beneath her question as political calculation.
“I know that I will have to earn that trust back slowly, piece by agonizing piece, but I am asking for a chance to do so.”
It is the right answer, and Duval and Dunois exchange glances once more. “You cannot expect Her Grace to decide this immediately. She will need to think on it.”
“Of course. I await your pleasure, Your Grace. But do not wait too long, for of a certainty, the French regent will not.”
“Wait!” It is Sybella who speaks, drawing all eyes toward her. “Does that mean you know what plot d’Albret was hatching with the French regent?”
Rieux stares at her, surprise etched clearly on his face, as if he realizes he has just been granted an opportunity to make himself valuable. “And you do not?”
Sybella gives a sharp shake of her head, and Rieux turns back to the duchess. “D’Albret always claimed that if he could not have the duchy as his own, he would hand it over to the French regent. When he received word that Your Grace had been married by proxy to the Holy Roman emperor, he began negotiations with the French. He plans to hand over the city of Nantes to them.”
A collective gasp goes up around the room, and the duchess’s small hands grow white as she grips the arms of her chair.
“That is the reason I am here, Your Grace. If we do not join forces, we shall surely fall.”
The shocked silence that fills the room is louder than a hundred murmuring voices. Then, almost as one, all turn to look at Sybella, myself included. Although she holds her head high and proud, I sense the tangle of feelings in her: anger, embarrassment, defiance, and shame. Instead of acknowledging any of those, she meets Duval’s questioning gaze. “Well, now we know,” she says.
“Are you certain—very certain, my lady—that you did not know this earlier?” It is Chalon who asks the question.
Before she can answer him, Beast turns on Chalon, who visibly blanches at the anger and heat he sees there. “I know you are not questioning the lady’s loyalty, my lord, for she has done more than any of us here to ensure the duchess’s and our kingdom’s safety.” Beast’s voice is soft, polite even, but there is no mistaking the threat that underlies his every word.
The entire room watches silently as Chalon splutters out an apology. When he has finished, Sybella answers the question he posed.
“I did not,” she says. “But I cannot say it surprises me, for it became clear that he was like an enraged child who would break a toy completely before allowing another to play with it.”
I cannot help but think it is a frighteningly apt description of what Count d’Albret has done to our country.
Chapter Thirty-Six
CONTEMPLATING THE FULL WEIGHT OF what Rieux has told us, Duval begins stroking his chin. “We will need to know if the city is resisting, or if its citizens have accepted French rule as easily as they did d’Albret’s.”
Marshal Rieux shifts on his feet. “There are rumored to be small pockets of resistance, my lord, for while few understood that d’Albret was not acting with the full blessing of the duchess, most everyone knows that the French assuredly have no such blessing.”
“Do we know what they plan to do? Simply hold the town? Use it to launch their offensive?”
“No,” Rieux says. “D’Albret did not trust me with the full details of his plan.”
“Do we know if he made the deal with the French regent or the king himself?”
“Does it matter?” Chalon asks.
“It could, possibly. The regent, the king’s sister, has been in charge since their father’s death, and even though the king reached his majority two years ago, she still appears to be holding the reins. If they are not in agreement, or if the king is champing at the bit to take control on his own, perhaps we can use that to create some sort of wedge between them.”
“To what purpose?” the bishop asks.
Duval shrugs, then glances pointedly at Marshal Rieux. “To weaken them, as our wedges have weakened us. And perhaps to buy us enough time for an opportunity to present itself.”
“Buy us a miracle, you mean.”
Duval nods. “That is precisely what I mean. Opportunity, miracle—I welcome them all.”
“How do you propose to determine who is in charge?” Captain Dunois asks.
Beast’s voice rumbles through the room. “Do not even think of sending the Lady Sybella.”
Duval glances over at his friend. “It never crossed my mind,” he assures him.