"While now?"
"While now I have all the wax-lights of your cabinet, and more than that, your majesty"s own eyes, which illuminate everything, like the blazing sun at noonday."
The king began to laugh; and Saint-Aignan broke out into convulsions of merriment.
"It is precisely like M. Valot," said D"Artagnan, resuming the conversation where the king had left off; "he has been imagining all along, that not only was M. de Guiche wounded by a bullet, but still more, that he extracted it, even, from his chest."
"Upon my word," said Valot, "I a.s.sure you--"
"Now, did you not believe that?" continued D"Artagnan.
"Yes," said Valot; "not only did I believe it, but, at this very moment, I would swear it."
"Well, my dear doctor, you have dreamt it."
"I have dreamt it!"
"M. de Guiche"s wound--a mere dream; the bullet, a dream. So, take my advice, and prate no more about it."
"Well said," returned the king, "M. d"Artagnan"s advice is sound. Do not speak of your dream to any one, Monsieur Valot, and, upon the word of a gentleman, you will have no occasion to repent it. Good evening, gentlemen; a very sad affair, indeed, is a wild boar-hunt!"
"A very serious thing, indeed," repeated D"Artagnan, in a loud voice, "is a wild boar-hunt!" and he repeated it in every room through which he pa.s.sed; and left the chateau, taking Valot with him.
"And now we are alone," said the king to Saint-Aignan, "what is the name of De Guiche"s adversary?"
Saint-Aignan looked at the king.
"Oh! do not hesitate," said the king; "you know that I am bound beforehand to forgive."
"De Wardes," said Saint-Aignan.
"Very good," said Louis XIV.; and then, retiring to his own room, added to himself, "To forgive is not to forget."
Chapter XX. Showing the Advantage of Having Two Strings to One"s Bow.
Manicamp quitted the king"s apartment, delighted at having succeeded so well, when, just as he reached the bottom of the staircase and was pa.s.sing a doorway, he felt that some one suddenly pulled him by the sleeve. He turned round and recognized Montalais, who was waiting for him in the pa.s.sage, and who, in a very mysterious manner, with her body bent forward, and in a low tone of voice, said to him, "Follow me, monsieur, and without any delay, if you please."
"Where to, mademoiselle?" inquired Manicamp.
"In the first place, a true knight would not have asked such a question, but would have followed me without requiring any explanation."
"Well, mademoiselle, I am quite ready to conduct myself as a true knight."
"No; it is too late, and you cannot take the credit of it. We are going to Madame"s apartment, so come at once."
"Ah, ah!" said Manicamp. "Lead on, then."
And he followed Montalais, who ran before him as light as Galatea.
"This time," said Manicamp, as he followed his guide, "I do not think that stories about hunting expeditions would be acceptable. We will try, however, and if need be--well, if there should be any occasion for it, we must try something else."
Montalais still ran on.
"How fatiguing it is," thought Manicamp, "to have need of one"s head and legs at the same time."
At last, however, they arrived. Madame had just finished undressing, and was in a most elegant _deshabille_, but it must be understood that she had changed her dress before she had any idea of being subjected to the emotions now agitating her. She was waiting with the most restless impatience; and Montalais and Manicamp found her standing near the door.
At the sound of their approaching footsteps, Madame came forward to meet them.
"Ah!" she said, "at last!"
"Here is M. Manicamp," replied Montalais.
Manicamp bowed with the greatest respect; Madame signed to Montalais to withdraw, and she immediately obeyed. Madame followed her with her eyes, in silence, until the door closed behind her, and then, turning towards Manicamp, said, "What is the matter?--and is it true, as I am told, Monsieur de Manicamp, that some one is lying wounded in the chateau?"
"Yes, Madame, unfortunately so--Monsieur de Guiche."
"Yes, Monsieur de Guiche," repeated the princess. "I had, in fact, heard it rumored, but not confirmed. And so, in truth, it is Monsieur de Guiche who has been thus unfortunate?"
"M. de Guiche himself, Madame."
"Are you aware, M. de Manicamp," said the princess, hastily, "that the king has the strongest antipathy to duels?"
"Perfectly so, Madame; but a duel with a wild beast is not answerable."
"Oh, you will not insult me by supposing that I credit the absurd fable, with what object I cannot tell, respecting M. de Guiche having been wounded by a wild boar. No, no, monsieur; the real truth is known, and, in addition to the inconvenience of his wound, M. de Guiche runs the risk of losing his liberty if not his life."
"Alas! Madame, I am well aware of that, but what is to be done?"
"You have seen the king?"
"Yes, Madame."
"What did you say to him?"
"I told him how M. de Guiche went to the chase, and how a wild boar rushed forth out of the Bois-Rochin; how M. de Guiche fired at it, and how, in fact, the furious brute dashed at De Guiche, killed his horse, and grievously wounded himself."
"And the king believed that?"
"Implicitly."
"Oh, you surprise me, Monsieur de Manicamp; you surprise me very much."
And Madame walked up and down the room, casting a searching look from time to time at Manicamp, who remained motionless and impa.s.sible in the same place. At last she stopped.
"And yet," she said, "every one here seems unanimous in giving another cause for this wound."