Incredulous joy flashed over his face, to give way to belief without joy.
"Now I know she"s married."
"Nothing of the sort!" I fairly shouted at him, dancing up and down in my eagerness. "She"s to marry M. le Comte. She"s at St. Denis with Monsieur. She"s to marry you. It"s all arranged. Mayenne consents--the king--everybody. It"s all settled. She marries you."
Preposterous as it seemed, he could not discredit my fervour. He followed us out of the cell and through the fortress in a radiant daze.
He half believed himself dreaming, I think, and feared to speak lest his happiness should melt. I fancied even that he walked lightly and gingerly, as if the slightest unwary movement might break the spell. Not till we were actually in the open door of the court, face to face with freedom, did he rouse himself to acknowledge the thing real. With a joyous laugh, he turned to the keeper:
"M. de La Motte, you should employ your leisure in writing down your reflections, like the Chevalier de Montaigne. You could give us a trenchant essay on the Ingrat.i.tude of Man. Here are you host of the biggest inn in Paris--a pile more imposing than the Louvre itself. Your hospitality is so eager that you insist on entertaining me, so lavish that you lodge me for nothing, would keep me without a murmur till the end of my life. Yet I, ingrate that I am, depart without a thank you!"
"They don"t leave in such case that they can very well thank me, most of my guests," La Motte answered, with a dry smile. "You are a fortunate man, M. de Mar."
"M. le Comte, will you come quietly with me to the St. Denis gate?"
d"Auvray asked him. "Or must I borrow a guard from M. de La Motte?"
M. etienne"s whole face was smiling; not his lips alone, but his eyes.
Even his skin and hair seemed to have taken on a brighter look. He glanced at d"Auvray in surprise at the absurd question.
"I will come like a lamb, M. le Mousquetaire."
We saluted La Motte and walked merrily out into the Place Bastille. I think I never felt so grand as when I pa.s.sed through the n.o.ble sally-port, the soldiers making no motion to hinder us, but all saluting as if we owned the place. It had its advantage, this making friends with Mayenne.
The first thing my lord did, still in the shadow of the prison, was to come to terms with d"Auvray.
"See here, my friend, why must you put yourself to the fatigue of escorting me to the gate?"
"Orders, monsieur. The general-duke wants to know that you get into no mischief between here and the gate. You are banished, you understand, from Paris."
"I pledge you my word I shall make no attempt to elude my fate. I go straight to the gate. But, with all politeness to you, Sir Musketeer, I could dispense with your company."
"I am a soldier, and a soldier"s orders must be obeyed," d"Auvray quoted the keeper"s words, which seemed to have impressed him. "However, M. le Comte, if I had something to look at, I could walk ten paces behind you and look at it."
"Oh, if it is a question of something to play with!" M. etienne laughed.
D"Auvray was provided with toys, and M. etienne linked arms with me, the soldier out of ear-shot behind us. He followed till we were in the Rue St. Denis, when, waving his hand in farewell, he turned his steps with the pious consciousness of duty done. Only I looked back to see it; monsieur had forgotten his existence.
"I am not proud; I don"t mind being marched through the streets by a musketeer," M. etienne explained as we started; "but I can"t talk before him. Tell me, Felix, the story, if you would have me live."
And I told him, till we almost ran blindly into the tower of the St.
Denis gate.
We learned of the warder that M. de St. Quentin had recently pa.s.sed out, but that nothing had been seen of his equery. No steeds were here for us.
"Well, then, we"ll go have a gla.s.s. But if Vigo doesn"t come soon, by my faith, I"ll walk to St. Denis!"
But that promised gla.s.s was never drunk, nor were we to set out at once for St. Denis; for in the door of the wine-shop we met Lucas.
I had dismissed him from thought, as something out of the reckoning, dead and done with, powerless as yesterday"s broken sword. I thought him gone out of our lives when he went out of prison--gone forever, like last year"s snow. And here within the hour we encountered him, a naked sword in his hand, a smile on his lips. He said, in the flower of his easy insolence:
"Tuesday I told you our hour would come. It is here."
"At your service," quoth my lord.
"Then it needs not to slap your face?"
"You insult me safely, Lucas. You have but one life. That is forfeit, be you courteous."
"You think so?"
"I know it."
Lucas held out the bare sword, hilt toward us.
"Monsieur had a box for weapon yesterday, but as I prefer to fight in the established way, I ventured to provide him with a sword."
"Thoughtful of you, Lucas. Is this the make of sword you elect to be killed with?"
He was bending the blade to try its temper. Lucas unsheathed his own.
"M. de Mar may have his choice."
M. de Mar professed himself satisfied with the blade given him.
"Have you summoned your seconds, Lucas?"
Lucas raised his eyebrows.
"Is that necessary? I thought we might settle our affairs without delay.
I confess myself impatient."
"Your sentiments for once are mine."
"It is understood you bring your spaniel with you. He will watch that I do not spring on you before you are ready," Lucas said, with a fine sneer.
"And who is to watch me?"
"Oh, monsieur"s chivalry is notorious. Precautions are unnecessary. It is your privilege, monsieur, to appoint the happy spot."
"The spot is near at hand. Where you slew Pontou is the fitting place for you to die."
"It is fitting for you to die in your own house," Lucas amended.
Without further parley we turned into the Rue des Innocents, on our way to that of the Coupejarrets.
Now, I had been on the watch from the first instant for foul play. I had suspected something wrong with the sword, but my lord, who knew, had accepted it. Then, when Lucas proposed no seconds, I had felt sure of a trap. But his inviting my presence at the place of our choice smelt like honesty.
M. etienne remarked casually to me: