And, at the very same moment, Manicamp and Saint-Aignan appeared at the threshold of the door.
Chapter XVII. The Encounter.
The king signified with an imperious gesture, first to the musketeer, then to Saint-Aignan, "On your lives, not a word." D"Artagnan withdrew, like a sentinel, to a corner of the room; Saint-Aignan, in his character of a favorite, leaned over the back of the king"s chair. Manicamp, with his right foot properly advanced, a smile upon his lips, and his white and well-formed hands gracefully disposed, advanced to make his reverence to the king, who returned the salutation by a bow. "Good evening, M. de Manicamp," he said.
"Your majesty did me the honor to send for me," said Manicamp.
"Yes, in order to learn from you all the details of the unfortunate accident which has befallen the Comte de Guiche."
"Oh! sire, it is grievous indeed."
"You were there?"
"Not precisely, sire."
"But you arrived on the scene of the accident, a few minutes after it took place?"
"Sire, about half an hour afterwards."
"And where did the accident happen?"
"I believe, sire, the place is called the Rond-point du Bois-Rochin."
"Oh! the rendezvous of the hunt."
"The very spot, sire."
"Good; give me all the details you are acquainted with, respecting this unhappy affair, Monsieur de Manicamp."
"Perhaps your majesty has already been informed of them, and I fear to fatigue you with useless repet.i.tion."
"No, do not be afraid of that."
Manicamp looked round him; he saw only D"Artagnan leaning with his back against the wainscot--D"Artagnan, calm, kind, and good-natured as usual--and Saint-Aignan whom he had accompanied, and who still leaned over the king"s armchair with an expression of countenance equally full of good feeling. He determined, therefore, to speak out. "Your majesty is perfectly aware," he said, "that accidents are very frequent in hunting."
"In hunting, do you say?"
"I mean, sire, when an animal is brought to bay."
"Ah, ah!" said the king, "it was when the animal was brought to bay, then, that the accident happened?"
"Alas! sire, unhappily it was."
The king paused for a moment before he said: "What animal was being hunted?"
"A wild boar, sire."
"And what could possibly have possessed De Guiche to go to a wild boar-hunt by himself; that is but a clownish idea of sport, only fit for that cla.s.s of people who, unlike the Marechal de Gramont, have no dogs and huntsmen, to hunt as gentlemen should do."
Manicamp shrugged his shoulders. "Youth is very rash," he said, sententiously.
"Well, go on," said the king.
"At all events," continued Manicamp, not venturing to be too precipitate and hasty, and letting his words fall very slowly one by one, "at all events, sire, poor De Guiche went hunting--all alone."
"Quite alone? indeed?--What a sportsman! And is not M. de Guiche aware that the wild boar always stands at bay?"
"That is the very thing that really happened, sire."
"He had some idea, then, of the beast being there?"
"Yes, sire, some peasants had seen it among their potatoes." [2]
"And what kind of animal was it?"
"A short, thick beast."
"You may as well tell me, monsieur, that De Guiche had some idea of committing suicide; for I have seen him hunt, and he is an active and vigorous hunter. Whenever he fires at an animal brought to bay and held in check by the dogs, he takes every possible precaution, and yet he fires with a carbine, and on this occasion he seems to have faced the boar with pistols only."
Manicamp started.
"A costly pair of pistols, excellent weapons to fight a duel with a man and not a wild boar. What an absurdity!"
"There are some things, sire, which are difficult of explanation."
"You are quite right, and the event which we are now discussing is certainly one of them. Go on."
During the recital, Saint-Aignan, who probably would have made a sign to Manicamp to be careful what he was about, found that the king"s glance was constantly fixed upon himself, so that it was utterly impossible to communicate with Manicamp in any way. As for D"Artagnan, the statue of Silence at Athens was far more noisy and far more expressive than he.
Manicamp, therefore, was obliged to continue in the same way he had begun, and so contrived to get more and more entangled in his explanation. "Sire," he said, "this is probably how the affair happened.
Guiche was waiting to receive the boar as it rushed towards him."
"On foot or on horseback?" inquired the king.
"On horseback. He fired upon the brute and missed his aim, and then it dashed upon him."
"And the horse was killed."
"Ah! your majesty knows that, then."
"I have been told that a horse has been found lying dead in the cross-roads of the Bois-Rochin, and I presume it was De Guiche"s horse."
"Perfectly true, sire, it was his."
"Well, so much for the horse, and now for De Guiche?"
"De Guiche, once down, was attacked and worried by the wild boar, and wounded in the hand and in the chest."