And throwing himself between, the king and St. Luc, and waving
the trumpet over the heads of the guilty couple, said--

"This is my Paradise, which you have lost by your disobedience;
I forbid you to return to it."

Then he whispered to St. Luc, who had his arm round his wife--

"If you have a good horse, kill it, but be twenty leagues from
here before to-morrow."




CHAPTER X.

HOW BUSSY WENT TO SEEK FOR THE REALITY OF HIS DREAM.

When Bussy returned home again, he was still thinking of his dream.

"Morbleu!" said he, "it is impossible that a dream should have left
such a vivid impression on my mind. I see it all so clearly;--the
bed, the lady, the doctor. I must seek for it--surely I can find
it again." Then Bussy, after having the bandage of his wound
resettled by a valet, put on high boots, took his sword, wrapped
himself in his cloak, and set off for the same place where he had
been nearly murdered the night before, and nearly at the same
hour.

He went in a litter to the Rue Roi-de-Sicile, then got out, and