"But, my dear D"Artagnan, rest a.s.sured that if you fly, two things will be said of you."
"What are they, my dear friend?"
"The first, that you have been afraid."
"Ah! and who will dare to say that?"
"The king first."
"Well! but he will tell the truth,--I am afraid."
"The second, that you knew yourself guilty."
"Guilty of what?"
"Why, of the crimes they wish to impute to you."
"That is true again. So, then, you advise me to go and get myself made a prisoner in the Bastile?"
"M. le Comte de la Fere would advise you just as I do."
"Pardieu! I know he would," said D"Artagnan thoughtfully. "You are right, I shall not escape. But if they cast me into the Bastile?"
"We will get you out again," said Raoul, with a quiet, calm air.
"Mordioux! You said that after a brave fashion, Raoul," said D"Artagnan, seizing his hand; "that savors of Athos, distinctly. Well, I will go, then. Do not forget my last word."
"Except a fifth," said Raoul.
"Yes, you are a fine boy! and I wish you to add one thing to that last word."
"Speak, chevalier!"
"It is that if you cannot get me out of the Bastile, and I remain there--Oh! that will be so, and I shall be a detestable prisoner; I, who have been a pa.s.sable man,--in that case, I give three-fifths to you, and the fourth to your father."
"Chevalier!"
"Mordioux! If you will have some ma.s.ses said for me, you are welcome."
That being said, D"Artagnan took his belt from the hook, girded on his sword, took a hat the feather of which was fresh, and held his hand out to Raoul, who threw himself into his arms. When in the shop, he cast a quick glance at the shop-lads, who looked upon the scene with a pride mingled with some inquietude; then plunging his hands into a chest of currants, he went straight to the officer who was waiting for him at the door.
"Those features! Can it be you, Monsieur de Friedisch?" cried D"Artagnan, gayly. "Eh! eh! what, do we arrest our friends?"
"Arrest!" whispered the lads among themselves.
"Ja, it is I, Monsieur d"Artagnan! Good-day to you!" said the Swiss, in his mountain patois.
"Must I give you up my sword? I warn you that it is long and heavy; you had better let me wear if to the Louvre: I feel quite lost in the streets without a sword, and you would be more at a loss that I should, with two."
"The king has given me no orders about it," replied the Swiss, "so keep your sword."
"Well, that is very polite on the part of the king. Let us go, at once."
Monsieur Friedisch was not a talker, and D"Artagnan had too many things to think about to say much. From Planchet"s shop to the Louvre was not far,--they arrived in ten minutes. It was a dark night. M. de Friedisch wanted to enter by the wicket. "No," said D"Artagnan, "you would lose time by that; take the little staircase."
The Swiss did as D"Artagnan advised, and conducted him to the vestibule of the king"s cabinet. When arrived there, he bowed to his prisoner, and, without saying anything, returned to his post. D"Artagnan had not had time to ask why his sword was not taken from him, when the door of the cabinet opened, and a valet de chambre called, "M. d"Artagnan!" The musketeer a.s.sumed his parade carriage, and entered, with his large eyes wide open, his brow calm, his moustache stiff. The king was seated at a table writing. He did not disturb himself when the step of the musketeer resounded on the floor; he did not even turn his head. D"Artagnan advanced as far as the middle of the room, and seeing that the king paid no attention to him, and suspecting, besides, that this was nothing but affectation, a sort of tormenting preamble to the explanation that was preparing, he turned his back on the prince, and began to examine the frescoes on the cornices, and the cracks in the ceiling. This maneuver was accompanied by a little tacit monologue. "Ah! you want to humble me, do you?--you, whom I have seen so young--you, whom I have saved as I would my own child,--you, whom I have served as I would a G.o.d--that is to say, for nothing. Wait awhile! wait awhile! you shall see what a man can do who has suffered the air of the fire of the Huguenots, under the beard of monsieur le cardinal--the true cardinal." At this moment Louis turned round.
"Ah! are you there, Monsieur d"Artagnan?" said he.
D"Artagnan saw the movement and imitated it. "Yes, sire," said he.
"Very well; have the goodness to wait till I have cast this up."
D"Artagnan made no reply; he only bowed. "That is polite enough,"
thought he; "I have nothing to say."
Louis made a violent dash with his pen, and threw it angrily away.
"Ah! go on, work yourself up!" thought the musketeer; "you will put me at my ease. You shall find I did not empty the bag, the other day, at Blois."
Louis rose from his seat, pa.s.sed his hand over his brow, then, stopping opposite to D"Artagnan, he looked at him with an air at once imperious and kind, "What the devil does he want with me? I wish he would begin!"
thought the musketeer.
"Monsieur," said the king, "you know, without doubt, that monsieur le cardinal is dead?"
"I suspected so, sire."
"You know that, consequently, I am master in my own kingdom?"
"That is not a thing that dates from the death of monsieur le cardinal, sire; a man is always master in his own house, when he wishes to be so."
"Yes; but do you not remember all you said to me at Blois?"
"Now we come to it," thought D"Artagnan; "I was not deceived. Well, so much the better, it is a sign that my scent is tolerably keen yet."
"You do not answer me," said Louis.
"Sire, I think I recollect."
"You only think?"
"It is so long ago."
"If you do not remember, I do. You said to me,--listen with attention."
"Ah! I shall listen with all my ears, sire; for it is very likely the conversation will turn in a fashion very interesting to me."
Louis once more looked at the musketeer. The latter smoothed the feather of his hat, then his mustache, and waited bravely. Louis XIV. continued: "You quitted my service, monsieur, after having told me the whole truth?"