Adventures which take many liberties with history.

Having read "Fortune de France", I thought up in this novel many elements of the adventures of Peter Soirac, the hero of Robert Merle.
And indeed, we are, at the same time, with a narrator, young nobliau South West, raised by his father, who never knew his mother, who "goes up" to Paris and meets adventure and History. But the comparison stops there. Stone Soirac was always ready to trousser petticoat beautiful, Gabriel of Hope (nice name, faith!) Is always ready to draw his deadly dagger. And one is Protestant, the other Catholic.
Because, and it is discovered in the pages in The Wolf and the Lion, the wicked are Protestants, Catholics nice, Wolf, treacherous, cowardly and cruel, is King Henry III and the Lion (noble, courageous and generous) is the Duc de Guise. St. Bartholomew is a detail of history. Even nastier than the king, perhaps, Navarre, the future Henry IV. These historical figures are so contrasting that the cartoon is obvious. The filthy conspiracies by Henry III being only pure invention (the author admits somehow in fast afterword) we are annoyed to read it all.
As the narrator, he has not attracted my sympathy. He seems to have no qualms about killing people, is committed to the Duke of Guise who welcomes into his house and immediately betrayed to deliver information on what he observes in this house the mage Ruggieri the confidant of Catherine de Medici. So, of course, he betrays only half, does not say everything he knows and Ruggieri mage in exchange tells him how her father and mother are known. But he has no qualms or remorse to.
And a historical novel that tells you that the Duke of Guise was assassinated in a room in Blois while you visited the castle and know very well that he was killed on the stairs, it irritates.
Other freedoms that the author takes with history could have found favor with me (that it sustains two children of the Duke making his died young), but the general tone and adulation of author for this dazzling Duke, imposing, almost divine seem from another age. It was like reading the work of a Catholic fundamentalist and intolerant.
Religious tolerance precisely the freedom to think and believe, would be the order of the day during the reign of Henri IV, but Denis Lépée visibly nostalgic of a past prior to that.
Nevertheless, the writing is fluid, easy story to follow and the usual tricks of swashbuckler are well drawn.
We can still take pleasure in reading this but for the reasons I have given above, I do not recommend it.