The alliance was not an auspicious one.
Not peace, but a firebrand--'facem, non pacem'-- had the King held forth to his subjects.
When the news came to Henry of Navarre that the King had really promulgated this fatal edict, he remained for a time, with amazement and sorrow, leaning heavily upon a table, with his face in his right hand.
When he raised his head again--so he afterwards asserted--one side of his moustachio had turned white.
Meantime Gregory XIII., who had always refused to sanction the League, was dead, and Cardinal Peretti, under the name of Sixtus V., now reigned in his place.

Born of an illustrious house, as he said--for it was a house without a roof--this monk of humble origin was of inordinate ambition.

Feigning a humility which was but the cloak to his pride, he was in reality as grasping, self-seeking, and revengeful, as he seemed gentle and devout.

It was inevitable that a pontiff of this character should seize the opportunity offered him to mimic Hildebrand, and to brandish on high the thunderbolts of the Church.
With a flaming prelude concerning the omnipotence delegated by Almighty God to St.Peter and his successors--an authority infinitely superior to all earthly powers--the decrees of which were irresistible alike by the highest and the meanest, and which hurled misguided princes from their thrones into the abyss, like children of Beelzebub, the Pope proceeded to fulminate his sentence of excommunication against those children of wrath, Henry of Navarre and Henry of Conde.

They were denounced as heretics, relapsed, and enemies of God (28th Aug.1585).