"Sire, I came to speak gently and temperately to your majesty; your majesty got into a pa.s.sion with me; that is a misfortune; but I shall not the less on that account say what I had to say to you."
"Your resignation, monsieur,--your resignation!" cried the king.
"Sire, you know whether I care about my resignation or not, since at Blois, on the very day when you refused King Charles the million which my friend the Comte de la Fere gave him, I then tendered my resignation to your majesty."
"Very well, monsieur--do it at once!"
"No, sire; for there is no question of my resignation at the present moment. Your majesty took up your pen just now to send me to the Bastile,--why should you change your intention?"
"D"Artagnan! Gascon that you are! who is king, allow me to ask,--you or myself?"
"You, sire, unfortunately."
"What do you mean by "unfortunately"?"
"Yes, sire; for if it were I--"
"If it were you, you would approve of M. d"Artagnan"s rebellious conduct, I suppose?"
"Certainly."
"Really!" said the king, shrugging his shoulders.
"And I should tell my captain of the musketeers," continued D"Artagnan, "I should tell him, looking at him all the while with human eyes, and not with eyes like coals of fire, "M. d"Artagnan, I had forgotten that I was the king, for I descended from my throne in order to insult a gentleman.""
"Monsieur," said the king, "do you think you can excuse your friend by exceeding him in insolence?"
"Oh! sire! I should go much further than he did," said D"Artagnan; "and it would be your own fault. I should tell you what he, a man full of the finest sense of delicacy, did not tell you; I should say--"Sire, you have sacrificed his son, and he defended his son--you sacrificed himself; he addressed you in the name of honor, of religion, of virtue--you repulsed, drove him away, imprisoned him." I should be harder than he was, for I should say to you--"Sire; it is for you to choose. Do you wish to have friends or lackeys--soldiers or slaves--great men or mere puppets? Do you wish men to serve you, or to bend and crouch before you? Do you wish men to love you, or to be afraid of you? If you prefer baseness, intrigue, cowardice, say so at once, sire, and we will leave you,--we who are the only individuals who are left,--nay, I will say more, the only models of the valor of former times; we who have done our duty, and have exceeded, perhaps, in courage and in merit, the men already great for posterity. Choose, sire! and that, too, without delay. Whatever relics remain to you of the great n.o.bility, guard them with a jealous eye; you will never be deficient in courtiers. Delay not--and send me to the Bastile with my friend; for, if you did not know how to listen to the Comte de la Fere, whose voice is the sweetest and n.o.blest in all the world when honor is the theme; if you do not know how to listen to D"Artagnan, the frankest and honestest voice of sincerity, you are a bad king, and to-morrow will be a poor king. And learn from me, sire, that bad kings are hated by their people, and poor kings are driven ignominiously away." That is what I had to say to you, sire; you were wrong to drive me to say it."
The king threw himself back in his chair, cold as death, and as livid as a corpse. Had a thunderbolt fallen at his feet, he could not have been more astonished; he seemed as if his respiration had utterly ceased, and that he was at the point of death. The honest voice of sincerity, as D"Artagnan had called it, had pierced through his heart like a sword-blade.
D"Artagnan had said all he had to say. Comprehending the king"s anger, he drew his sword, and, approaching Louis XIV. respectfully, he placed it on the table. But the king, with a furious gesture, thrust aside the sword, which fell on the ground and rolled to D"Artagnan"s feet.
Notwithstanding the perfect mastery which D"Artagnan exercised over himself, he, too, in his turn, became pale, and, trembling with indignation, said: "A king may disgrace a soldier,--he may exile him, and may even condemn him to death; but were he a hundred times a king, he has no right to insult him by casting a dishonor upon his sword!
Sire, a king of France has never repulsed with contempt the sword of a man such as I am! Stained with disgrace as this sword now is, it has henceforth no other sheath than either your heart or my own! I choose my own, sire; and you have to thank Heaven and my own patience that I do so." Then s.n.a.t.c.hing up his sword, he cried, "My blood be upon your head!" and, with a rapid gesture, he placed the hilt upon the floor and directed the point of the blade towards his breast. The king, however, with a movement far more rapid than that of D"Artagnan, threw his right arm around the musketeer"s neck, and with his left hand seized hold of the blade by the middle, and returned it silently to the scabbard.
D"Artagnan, upright, pale, and still trembling, let the king do all to the very end. Louis, overcome and softened by gentler feelings, returned to the table, took a pen in his hand, wrote a few lines, signed them, and then held it out to D"Artagnan.
"What is this paper, sire?" inquired the captain.
"An order for M. d"Artagnan to set the Comte de la Fere at liberty immediately."
D"Artagnan seized the king"s hand, and imprinted a kiss upon it; he then folded the order, placed it in his belt, and quitted the room. Neither the king nor the captain had uttered a syllable.
"Oh, human heart! thou guide and director of kings," murmured Louis, when alone, "when shall I learn to read in your inmost recesses, as in the leaves of a book! Oh, I am not a bad king--nor am I a poor king; I am but still a child, when all is said and done."
Chapter LXV. Political Rivals.
D"Artagnan had promised M. de Baisemeaux to return in time for dessert, and he kept his word. They had just reached the finer and more delicate cla.s.s of wines and liqueurs with which the governor"s cellar had the reputation of being most admirably stocked, when the silver spurs of the captain resounded in the corridor, and he himself appeared at the threshold. Athos and Aramis had played a close game; neither of the two had been able to gain the slightest advantage over the other. They had supped, talked a good deal about the Bastile, of the last journey to Fontainebleau, of the intended _fete_ that M. Fouquet was about to give at Vaux; they had generalized on every possible subject; and no one, excepting Baisemeaux, had in the slightest degree alluded to private matters. D"Artagnan arrived in the very midst of the conversation, still pale and much disturbed by his interview with the king. Baisemeaux hastened to give him a chair; D"Artagnan accepted a gla.s.s of wine, and set it down empty. Athos and Aramis both remarked his emotion; as for Baisemeaux, he saw nothing more than the captain of the king"s musketeers, to whom he endeavored to show every possible attention. But, although Aramis had remarked his emotion, he had not been able to guess the cause of it. Athos alone believed he had detected it. For him, D"Artagnan"s return, and particularly the manner in which he, usually so impa.s.sible, seemed overcome, signified, "I have just asked the king something which the king has refused me." Thoroughly convinced that his conjecture was correct, Athos smiled, rose from the table, and made a sign to D"Artagnan, as if to remind him that they had something else to do than to sup together. D"Artagnan immediately understood him, and replied by another sign. Aramis and Baisemeaux watched this silent dialogue, and looked inquiringly at each other. Athos felt that he was called upon to give an explanation of what was pa.s.sing.
"The truth is, my friend," said the Comte de la Fere, with a smile, "that you, Aramis, have been supping with a state criminal, and you, Monsieur de Baisemeaux, with your prisoner."
Baisemeaux uttered an exclamation of surprise, and almost of delight; for he was exceedingly proud and vain of his fortress, and for his own individual profit, the more prisoners he had, the happier he was, and the higher in rank the prisoners happened to be, the prouder he felt.
Aramis a.s.sumed the expression of countenance he thought the position justified, and said, "Well, dear Athos, forgive me, but I almost suspected what has happened. Some prank of Raoul and La Valliere, I suppose?"
"Alas!" said Baisemeaux.
"And," continued Aramis, "you, a high and powerful n.o.bleman as you are, forgetful that courtiers now exist--you have been to the king, I suppose, and told him what you thought of his conduct?"
"Yes, you have guessed right."
"So that," said Baisemeaux, trembling at having supped so familiarly with a man who had fallen into disgrace with the king; "so that, monsieur le comte--"
"So that, my dear governor," said Athos, "my friend D"Artagnan will communicate to you the contents of the paper which I perceived just peeping out of his belt, and which a.s.suredly can be nothing else than the order for my incarceration."
Baisemeaux held out his hand with his accustomed eagerness. D"Artagnan drew two papers from his belt, and presented one of them to the governor, who unfolded it, and then read, in a low tone of voice, looking at Athos over the paper, as he did so, and pausing from time to time: ""Order to detain, in my chateau of the Bastile, Monsieur le Comte de la Fere." Oh, monsieur! this is indeed a very melancholy day for me."
"You will have a patient prisoner, monsieur," said Athos, in his calm, soft voice.
"A prisoner, too, who will not remain a month with you, my dear governor," said Aramis; while Baisemeaux, still holding the order in his hand, transcribed it upon the prison registry.
"Not a day, or rather not even a night," said D"Artagnan, displaying the second order of the king, "for now, dear M. de Baisemeaux, you will have the goodness to transcribe also this order for setting the comte immediately at liberty."
"Ah!" said Aramis, "it is a labor that you have deprived me of, D"Artagnan;" and he pressed the musketeer"s hand in a significant manner, at the same moment as that of Athos.
"What!" said the latter in astonishment, "the king sets me at liberty!"
"Read, my dear friend," returned D"Artagnan.
Athos took the order and read it. "It is quite true," he said.
"Are you sorry for it?" asked D"Artagnan.
"Oh, no, on the contrary. I wish the king no harm; and the greatest evil or misfortune that any one can wish kings, is that they should commit an act of injustice. But you have had a difficult and painful task, I know.
Tell me, have you not, D"Artagnan?"
"I? not at all," said the musketeer, laughing: "the king does everything I wish him to do."
Aramis looked fixedly at D"Artagnan, and saw that he was not speaking the truth. But Baisemeaux had eyes for nothing but D"Artagnan, so great was his admiration for a man who seemed to make the king do all he wished.
"And does the king exile Athos?" inquired Aramis.
"No, not precisely; the king did not explain himself upon that subject,"
replied D"Artagnan; "but I think the comte could not well do better unless, indeed, he wishes particularly to thank the king--"
"No, indeed," replied Athos, smiling.
"Well, then, I think," resumed D"Artagnan, "that the comte cannot do better than to retire to his _own_ chateau. However, my dear Athos, you have only to speak, to tell me what you want. If any particular place of residence is more agreeable to you than another, I am influential enough, perhaps, to obtain it for you."