"That is capital; it is just where I was going."
"It is lucky that this little journey pleases you so much."
Ernanton was then conducted by his companions to the courtyard of Vincennes. Here he found fifty disarmed cavaliers, who, looking pale and dispirited, and surrounded by fifty light horse, were deploring their bad fortune, and antic.i.p.ating a disastrous ending to an enterprise so well planned. The Forty-five had taken all these men, either by force or cunning, as they had, for precaution, come to the rendezvous either singly, or two or three together at most. Now all this would have rejoiced Ernanton had he understood it, but he saw without understanding.
"Monsieur," said he to St. Maline, "I see that you were told of the importance of my mission, and that, fearing some accident for me, you were good enough to take the trouble to escort me here: now I will tell you that you were right; the king expects me, and I have important things to say to him. I will tell the king what you have done for his service."
St. Maline grew red and then pale; but he understood, being clever when not blinded by pa.s.sion, that Ernanton spoke the truth, and that he was expected. There was no joking with MM. de Loignac and d"Epernon; therefore he said, "You are free, M. Ernanton; I am delighted to have been agreeable to you."
Ernanton waited for no more, but began to mount the staircase which led to the king"s room. St. Maline followed him with his eyes, and saw De Loignac meet him on the stairs, and sign to him to come on. De Loignac then descended to see the captives with his own eyes, and p.r.o.nounced the road perfectly safe and free for the king"s return. He knew nothing of the Jacobin convent, and the artillery and musketry of the fathers. But D"Epernon did, being perfectly informed by Nicholas Poulain. Therefore, when De Loignac came and said to his chief, "Monsieur, the roads are free," D"Epernon replied:
"Very well, the king orders that the Forty-five guards form themselves into three compact bodies, one to go before and one on each side of the carriage, so that if there be any firing it may not reach the carriage."
"Very good!" said De Loignac, "only I do not see where firing is to come from."
"At the priory of the Jacobins, monsieur, they must draw close."
This dialogue was interrupted by the king, who descended the staircase, followed by several gentlemen, among whom St. Maline, with rage in his heart, recognized Ernanton.
"Gentlemen," said the king, "are my brave Forty-five all here?"
"Yes, sire," said D"Epernon, showing them.
"Have the orders been given?"
"Yes, sire, and will be followed."
"Let us go, then!"
The light horse were left in charge of the prisoners, and forbidden to address a word to them. The king got into his carriage with his naked sword by his side, and, as nine o"clock struck, they set off.
M. de Mayneville was still at his window, only he was infinitely less tranquil and hopeful, for none of his soldiers had appeared, and the only sound heard along the silent black road was now and then horses"
feet on the road to Vincennes. When this occurred, Mayneville and the d.u.c.h.ess vainly tried to see what was going on. At last Mayneville became so anxious that he sent off a man on horseback, telling him to inquire of the first body of cavaliers he met. The messenger did not return, so the d.u.c.h.ess sent another, but neither reappeared.
"Our officer," said the d.u.c.h.ess, always hopeful, "must have been afraid of not having sufficient force, and must have kept our men to help him; it is prudent, but it makes one anxious."
"Yes, very anxious," said Mayneville, whose eyes never quitted the horizon.
"Mayneville, what can have happened?"
"I will go myself, madame, and find out."
"Oh, no! I forbid that. Who would stay with me, who would know our friends, when the time comes? No, no, stay, Mayneville; one is naturally apprehensive when a secret of this importance is concerned, but, really, the plan was too well combined, and, above all, too secret, not to succeed."
"Nine o"clock!" replied Mayneville, rather to himself than to the d.u.c.h.ess. "Well! here are the Jacobins coming-out of their convent, and ranging themselves along the walls."
"Listen!" cried the d.u.c.h.ess. They began to hear from afar a noise like thunder.
"It is cavalry!" cried the d.u.c.h.ess; "they are bringing him, we have him at last;" and she clapped her hands in the wildest joy.
"Yes," said Mayneville, "I hear a carriage and the gallop of horses."
And he cried out loudly, "Outside the walls, my brothers, outside!"
Immediately the gates of the priory opened, and a hundred armed monks marched out, with Borromee at their head, and they heard Gorenflot"s voice crying, "Wait for me, wait for me; I must be at the head to receive his majesty."
"Go to the balcony, prior," cried Borromee, "and overlook us all."
"Ah! true; I forgot that I had chosen that place, but luckily you are here to remind me."
Borromee dispatched four monks to stand behind the prior, on the pretense of doing him honor.
Soon the road was illumined by a number of torches, thanks to which the d.u.c.h.ess and Mayneville could see cuira.s.ses and swords shining. Incapable of moderation, she cried--"Go down, Mayneville, and bring him to me."
"Yes, madame, but one thing disquiets me."
"What is it?"
"I do not hear the signal agreed on."
"What use is the signal, since they have him?"
"But they were to arrest him only here, before the priory."
"They must have found a good opportunity earlier."
"I do not see our officer."
"I do."
"Where?"
"See that red plume."
"Ventrebleu! that red plume--"
"Well?"
"It is M. d"Epernon, sword in hand."
"They have left him his sword."
"Mordieu! he commands."
"Our people! There has been treason."
"Oh! madame; they are not our people."
"You are mad, Mayneville!"