"That is better. Come!" cried Fouquet; "since they remain stock-still yonder, let us go on."
The captain gave the signal, and Fouquet"s rowers resumed their task with all the success that could be looked for from men who had rested.
Scarcely had the lighter made a hundred fathoms, than the other, that with the twelve rowers, resumed its rapid course. This position lasted all day, without any increase or diminution of distance between the two vessels. Towards evening Fouquet wished to try the intentions of his persecutor. He ordered his rowers to pull towards the sh.o.r.e, as if to effect a landing. Colbert"s lighter imitated this maneuver, and steered towards the sh.o.r.e in a slanting direction. By the merest chance, at the spot where Fouquet pretended to wish to land, a stableman, from the chateau of Langeais, was following the flowery banks leading three horses in halters. Without doubt the people of the twelve-oared lighter fancied that Fouquet was directing his course to these horses ready for flight, for four or five men, armed with muskets, jumped from the lighter on to the sh.o.r.e, and marched along the banks, as if to gain ground on the horseman. Fouquet, satisfied of having forced the enemy to a demonstration, considered his intention evident, and put his boat in motion again. Colbert"s people returned likewise to theirs, and the course of the two vessels was resumed with fresh perseverance. Upon seeing this, Fouquet felt himself threatened closely, and in a prophetic voice--"Well, Gourville," said he, whisperingly, "what did I say at our last repast, at my house? Am I going, or not, to my ruin?"
"Oh! monseigneur!"
"These two boats, which follow each other with so much emulation, as if we were disputing, M. Colbert and I, a prize for swiftness on the Loire, do they not aptly represent our fortunes; and do you not believe, Gourville, that one of the two will be wrecked at Nantes?"
"At least," objected Gourville, "there is still uncertainty; you are about to appear at the States; you are about to show what sort of man you are; your eloquence and genius for business are the buckler and sword that will serve to defend you, if not to conquer with. The Bretons do not know you; and when they become acquainted with you your cause is won! Oh! let M. Colbert look to it well, for his lighter is as much exposed as yours to being upset. Both go quickly, his faster than yours, it is true; we shall see which will be wrecked first."
Fouquet, taking Gourville"s hand--"My friend," said he, "everything considered, remember the proverb, "First come, first served!" Well! M.
Colbert takes care not to pa.s.s me. He is a prudent man is M. Colbert."
He was right; the two lighters held their course as far as Nantes, watching each other. When the surintendant landed, Gourville hoped he should be able to seek refuge at once, and have the relays prepared.
But, at the landing, the second lighter joined the first, and Colbert, approaching Fouquet, saluted him on the quay with marks of the profoundest respect--marks so significant, so public, that their result was the bringing of the whole population upon La Fosse. Fouquet was completely self-possessed; he felt that in his last moments of greatness he had obligations towards himself. He wished to fall from such a height that his fall should crush some of his enemies. Colbert was there--so much the worse for Colbert. The surintendant, therefore, coming up to him, replied, with that arrogant semi-closure of the eyes peculiar to him--"What! is that you, M. Colbert?"
"To offer you my respects, monseigneur," said the latter.
"Were you in that lighter?"--pointing to the one with twelve rowers.
"Yes, monseigneur."
"Of twelve rowers?" said Fouquet; "what luxury, M. Colbert. For a moment I thought it was the queen-mother."
"Monseigneur!"--and Colbert blushed.
"This is a voyage that will cost those who have to pay for it dear, Monsieur l"Intendant!" said Fouquet. "But you have, happily, arrived!--You see, however," added he, a moment after, "that I, who had but eight rowers, arrived before you." And he turned his back towards him, leaving him uncertain whether the maneuvers of the second lighter had escaped the notice of the first. At least he did not give him the satisfaction of showing that he had been frightened. Colbert, so annoyingly attacked, did not give way.
"I have not been quick, monseigneur," he replied, "because I followed your example whenever you stopped."
"And why did you do that, Monsieur Colbert?" cried Fouquet, irritated by the base audacity; "as you had a superior crew to mine, why did you not either join me or pa.s.s me?"
"Out of respect," said the intendant, bowing to the ground.
Fouquet got into a carriage which the city had sent to him, we know not why or how, and he repaired to _la Maison de Nantes_, escorted by a vast crowd of people, who for several days had been agog with expectation of a convocation of the States. Scarcely was he installed when Gourville went out to order horses on the route to Poitiers and Vannes, and a boat at Paimboef. He performed these various operations with so much mystery, activity, and generosity, that never was Fouquet, then laboring under an attack of fever, more nearly saved, except for the counteraction of that immense disturber of human projects,--chance. A report was spread during the night, that the king was coming in great haste on post horses, and would arrive in ten or twelve hours at the latest. The people, while waiting for the king, were greatly rejoiced to see the musketeers, newly arrived, with Monsieur d"Artagnan, their captain, and quartered in the castle, of which they occupied all the posts, in quality of guard of honor. M. d"Artagnan, who was very polite, presented himself, about ten o"clock, at the lodgings of the surintendant to pay his respectful compliments; and although the minister suffered from fever, although he was in such pain as to be bathed in sweat, he would receive M.
d"Artagnan, who was delighted with that honor, as will be seen by the conversation they had together.
Chapter x.x.xVIII. Friendly Advice.
Fouquet had gone to bed, like a man who clings to life, and wishes to economize, as much as possible, that slender tissue of existence, of which the shocks and frictions of this world so quickly wear out the tenuity. D"Artagnan appeared at the door of this chamber, and was saluted by the superintendent with a very affable "Good day."
"_Bon jour!_ monseigneur," replied the musketeer; "how did you get through the journey?"
"Tolerably well, thank you."
"And the fever?"
"But poorly. I drink, as you perceive. I am scarcely arrived, and I have already levied a contribution of _tisane_ upon Nantes."
"You should sleep first, monseigneur."
"Eh! _corbleu!_ my dear Monsieur d"Artagnan, I should be very glad to sleep."
"Who hinders you?"
"Why, _you_ in the first place."
"I? Oh, monseigneur!"
"No doubt you do. Is it at Nantes as at Paris? Do you not come in the king"s name?"
"For Heaven"s sake, monseigneur," replied the captain, "leave the king alone! The day on which I shall come on the part of the king, for the purpose you mean, take my word for it, I will not leave you long in doubt. You will see me place my hand on my sword, according to the _ordonnance_, and you will hear my say at once, in ceremonial voice, "Monseigneur, in the name of the king, I arrest you!""
"You promise me that frankness?" said the superintendent.
"Upon my honor! But we have not come to that, believe me."
"What makes you think that, M. d"Artagnan? For my part, I think quite the contrary."
"I have heard speak of nothing of the kind," replied D"Artagnan.
"Eh! eh!" said Fouquet.
"Indeed, no. You are an agreeable man, in spite of your fever. The king should not, cannot help loving you, at the bottom of his heart."
Fouquet"s expression implied doubt. "But M. Colbert?" said he; "does M.
Colbert love me as much as you say?"
"I am not speaking of M. Colbert," replied D"Artagnan. "He is an exceptional man. He does not love you; so much is very possible; but, _mordioux!_ the squirrel can guard himself against the adder with very little trouble."
"Do you know that you are speaking to me quite as a friend?" replied Fouquet; "and that, upon my life! I have never met with a man of your intelligence, and heart?"
"You are pleased to say so," replied D"Artagnan. "Why did you wait till to-day to pay me such a compliment?"
"Blind that we are!" murmured Fouquet.
"Your voice is getting hoa.r.s.e," said D"Artagnan; "drink, monseigneur, drink!" And he offered him a cup of _tisane_, with the most friendly cordiality; Fouquet took it, and thanked him by a gentle smile. "Such things only happen to me," said the musketeer. "I have pa.s.sed ten years under your very beard, while you were rolling about tons of gold. You were clearing an annual pension of four millions; you never observed me; and you find out there is such a person in the world, just at the moment you--"
"Just at the moment I am about to fall," interrupted Fouquet. "That is true, my dear Monsieur d"Artagnan."
"I did not say so."
"But you thought so; and that is the same thing. Well! if I fall, take my word as truth, I shall not pa.s.s a single day without saying to myself, as I strike my brow, "Fool! fool!--stupid mortal! You had a Monsieur d"Artagnan under your eye and hand, and you did not employ him, you did not enrich him!""
"You overwhelm me," said the captain. "I esteem you greatly."