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These words were uttered with a glance so terrible that the poor notary was crushed； and had hardly the strength to reply
〃In an hour the contract will be ready。〃
〃Good： we agree as to the first point；〃 continued Charles； resuming his natural tone of voice。 〃You now will hear my second charge。 You have known the Duke of Calabria's valet for the last two years pretty intimately？〃
〃Tommaso Pace； why； he is my best friend。〃
〃Excellent。 Listen； and remember that on your discretion the safety or ruin of your family depends。 A plot will soon be on foot gainst the queen's husband； the conspirators no doubt will gain over Andre's valet； the man you call your best friend； never leave him for an instant； try to be his shadow； day by day and hour by hour come to me and report the progress of the plot； the names of the plotters。〃
〃Is this all your Excellency's command？〃
〃All。〃
The notary respectfully bowed； and withdrew to put the orders at once into execution。 Charles spent the rest of that night writing to his uncle the Cardinal de Perigord； one of the most influential prelates at the court of Avignon。 He begged him before all things to use his authority so as to prevent Pope Clement from signing the bull that would sanction Andre's coronation； and he ended his letter by earnestly entreating his uncle to win the pope's consent to his marriage with the queen's sister。
〃We shall see； fair cousin；〃 he said as he sealed his letter； 〃which of us is best at understanding where our interest lies。 You would not have me as a friend； so you shall have me as an enemy。 Sleep on in the arms of your lover： I will wake you when the time comes。 I shall be Duke of Calabria perhaps some day； and that title； as you well know； belongs to the heir to the throne。〃
The next day and on the following days a remarkable change took place in the behaviour of Charles towards Andre： he showed him signs of great friendliness； cleverly flattering his inclinations； and even persuading Friar Robert that； far from feeling any hostility in the matter of Andre's coronation； his most earnest desire was that his uncle's wishes should be respected； and that； though he might have given the impression of acting contrary to them； it had only been done with a view to appeasing the populace； who in their first excitement might have been stirred up to insurrection against the Hungarians。 He declared with much warmth that he heartily detested the people about the queen； whose counsels tended to lead her astray； and he promised to join Friar Robert in the endeavour to get rid of Joan's favourites by all such means as fortune might put at his disposal。 Although the Dominican did not believe in the least in the sincerity of his ally's protestations； he yet gladly welcomed the aid which might prove so useful to the prince's cause； and attributed the sudden change of front to some recent rupture between Charles and his cousin； promising himself that he would make capital out of his resentment。 Be that as it might； Charles wormed himself into Andre's heart； and after a few days one of them could hardly be seen without the other。 If Andre went out hunting； his greatest pleasure in life； Charles was eager to put his pack or his falcons at his disposal； if Andre' rode through the town； Charles was always ambling by his side。 He gave way to his whims； urged him to extravagances； and inflamed his angry passions： in a word； he was the good angelor the bad one who inspired his every thought and guided his every action。
Joan soon understood this business； and as a fact had expected it。 She could have ruined Charles with a single word； but she scorned so base a revenge； and treated him with utter contempt。 Thus the court was split into two factions： the Hungarians with Friar Robert at their head and supported by Charles of Durazzo； on the other side all the nobility of Naples； led by the Princes of Tarentum。 Joan； influenced by the grand seneschal's widow and her two daughters； the Countesses of Terlizzi and Morcone； and also by Dona Cancha and the Empress of Constantinople； took the side of the Neapolitan party against the pretensions of her husband。 The partisans of the queen made it their first care to have her name inscribed upon all public acts without adding Andre's； but Joan； led by an instinct of right and justice amid all the corruption of her court； had only consented to this last after she had taken counsel with Andre d'Isernia； a very learned lawyer of the day； respected as much for his lofty character as for his great learning。 The prince； annoyed at being shut out in this way； began to act in a violent and despotic manner。 On his own authority he released prisoners； he showered favours upon Hungarians； and gave especial honours and rich gifts to Giovanni Pipino； Count of Altanuera； the enemy of all others most dreaded and detested by the Neapolitan barons。 Then the Counts of San Severino； Mileto； Terlizzi and Balzo； Calanzaro and Sant' Angelo； and most of the grandees； exasperated by the haughty insolence of Andre's favourite； which grew every day more outrageous； decided that he must perish； and his master with him； should he persist in attacking their privileges and defying their anger。
Moreover； the women who were about Joan at the court egged her on； each one urged by a private interest； in the pursuit of her fresh passion。 Poor Joan；neglected by her husband and betrayed by Robert of Cabane； gave way beneath the burden of duties beyond her strength to bear； and fled for refuge to the arms of Bertrand of Artois； whose love she did not even attempt to resist； for every feeling for religion and virtue had been destroyed in her own set purpose； and her young inclinations had been early bent towards vice； just as the bodies of wretched children are bent and their bones broken by。 jugglers when they train them。 Bertrand himself felt an adoration for her surpassing ordinary human passion。 When he reached the summit of a happiness to which in his wildest dreams he had never dared to aspire； the young count nearly lost his reason。 In vain had his father； Charles of Artois （who was Count of Aire； a direct descendant of Philip the Bold； and one of the regents of the kingdom）； attempted by severe admonitions to stop him while yet on the brink of the precipice： Bertrand would listen to nothing but his love for Joan and his implacable hatred for all the queen's enemies。 Many a time； at the close of day； as the breeze from Posilippo or Sorrento coming from far away was playing in his hair； might Bertrand be seen leaning from one of the casements of Castel Nuovo； pale and motionless； gazing fixedly from his side of the square to where the Duke of Calabria and the Duke of Durazzo came galloping home from their evening ride side by side in a cloud of dust。 Then the brows of the young count were violently contracted； a savage； sinister look shone in his blue eyes once so innocent； like lightning a thought of death and vengeance flashed into his mind； he would all at once begin to tremble； as a light hand was laid upon his shoulder； he would turn softly； fearing lest the divine apparition should vanish to the skies； but there beside him stood a young girl； with cheeks aflame and heaving breast； with brilliant liquid eyes： she had come to tell how her past day had been spent； and to offer her forehead for the kiss that should reward her labours and unwilling absence。 This woman； dictator of laws and administrator of justice among grave magistrates and stern ministers； was but fifteen years old； this man； who knew her griefs； and to avenge them was meditating regicide； was not yet twenty： two children of earth； the playthings of an awful destiny！
Two months and a few days after the old king's death； on the morning of Friday the 28th of March of the same year； 1343； the widow of the grand seneschal； Philippa； who； had already contrived to get forgiven for the shameful trick she had used to secure all her son's wishes； entered the queen's apartments； excited by a genuine fear； pale and distracted； the bearer of news that spread terror and lamentation throughout the court： Marie； the queen's younger sister； had disappeared。
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