"Oh, sir!" exclaimed Raoul, recognizing the young man as having seen him in the Rue Cocatrix, "spare him! it is his son!"
D"Artagnan"s arm dropped to his side. "Ah, you are his son!" he said; "that is a different thing."
"Sir, I surrender," said Louvieres, presenting his unloaded musket to the officer.
"Eh, no! do not surrender, egad! On the contrary, be off, and quickly. If I take you, you will be hung!"
The young man did not wait to be told twice, but pa.s.sing under the horse"s head disappeared at the corner of the Rue Guenegaud.
"I"faith!" said D"Artagnan to Raoul, "you were just in time to stay my hand. He was a dead man; and on my honor, if I had discovered that it was his son, I should have regretted having killed him."
"Ah! sir!" said Raoul, "allow me, after thanking you for that poor fellow"s life, to thank you on my own account. I too, sir, was almost dead when you arrived."
"Wait, wait, young man; do not fatigue yourself with speaking. We can talk of it afterward."
Then seeing that the musketeers had cleared the Quai from the Pont Neuf to the Quai Saint Michael, he raised his sword for them to double their speed. The musketeers trotted up, and at the same time the ten men whom D"Artagnan had given to Comminges appeared.
"Halloo!" cried D"Artagnan; "has something fresh happened?"
"Eh, sir!" replied the sergeant, "their vehicle has broken down a second time; it really must be doomed."
"They are bad managers," said D"Artagnan, shrugging his shoulders. "When a carriage is chosen, it ought to be strong. The carriage in which a Broussel is to be arrested ought to be able to bear ten thousand men."
"What are your commands, lieutenant?"
"Take the detachment and conduct him to his place."
"But you will be left alone?"
"Certainly. So you suppose I have need of an escort? Go."
The musketeers set off and D"Artagnan was left alone with Raoul.
"Now," he said, "are you in pain?"
"Yes; my head is not only swimming but burning."
"What"s the matter with this head?" said D"Artagnan, raising the battered hat. "Ah! ah! a bruise."
"Yes, I think I received a flower-pot upon my head."
"Brutes!" said D"Artagnan. "But were you not on horseback? you have spurs."
"Yes, but I got down to defend Monsieur de Comminges and my horse was taken away. Here it is, I see."
At this very moment Friquet pa.s.sed, mounted on Raoul"s horse, waving his parti-colored cap and crying, "Broussel! Broussel!"
"Halloo! stop, rascal!" cried D"Artagnan. "Bring hither that horse."
Friquet heard perfectly, but he pretended not to do so and tried to continue his road. D"Artagnan felt inclined for an instant to pursue Master Friquet, but not wishing to leave Raoul alone he contented himself with taking a pistol from the holster and c.o.c.king it.
Friquet had a quick eye and a fine ear. He saw D"Artagnan"s movement, heard the sound of the click, and stopped at once.
"Ah! it is you, your honor," he said, advancing toward D"Artagnan; "and I am truly pleased to meet you."
D"Artagnan looked attentively at Friquet and recognized the little chorister of the Rue de la Calandre.
"Ah! "tis thou, rascal!" said he, "come here: so thou hast changed thy trade; thou art no longer a choir boy nor a tavern boy; thou hast become a horse stealer?"
"Ah, your honor, how can you say so?" exclaimed Friquet. "I was seeking the gentleman to whom this horse belongs--an officer, brave and handsome as a youthful Caesar;" then, pretending to see Raoul for the first time: "Ah! but if I mistake not," continued he, "here he is; you won"t forget the boy, sir."
Raoul put his hand in his pocket.
"What are you about?" asked D"Artagnan.
"To give ten francs to this honest fellow," replied Raoul, taking a pistole from his pocket.
"Ten kicks on his back!" said D"Artagnan; "be off, you little villain, and forget not that I have your address."
Friquet, who did not expect to be let off so cheaply, bounded off like a gazelle up the Quai a la Rue Dauphine, and disappeared. Raoul mounted his horse, and both leisurely took their way to the Rue Tiquetonne.
D"Artagnan watched over the youth as if he had been his own son.
They arrived without accident at the Hotel de la Chevrette.
The handsome Madeleine announced to D"Artagnan that Planchet had returned, bringing Mousqueton with him, who had heroically borne the extraction of the ball and was as well as his state would permit.
D"Artagnan desired Planchet to be summoned, but he had disappeared.
"Then bring some wine," said D"Artagnan. "You are much pleased with yourself," said he to Raoul when they were alone, "are you not?"
"Well, yes," replied Raoul. "It seems to me I did my duty. I defended the king."
"And who told you to defend the king?"
"The Comte de la Fere himself."
"Yes, the king; but to-day you have not fought for the king, you have fought for Mazarin; which is not quite the same thing."
"But you yourself?"
"Oh, for me; that is another matter. I obey my captain"s orders. As for you, your captain is the prince, understand that rightly; you have no other. But has one ever seen such a wild fellow," continued he, "making himself a Mazarinist and helping to arrest Broussel! Breathe not a word of that, or the Comte de la Fere will be furious."
"You think the count will be angry with me?"
"Think it? I"m certain of it; were it not for that, I should thank you, for you have worked for us. However, I scold you instead of him, and in his place; the storm will blow over more easily, believe me. And moreover, my dear child," continued D"Artagnan, "I am making use of the privilege conceded to me by your guardian."
"I do not understand you, sir," said Raoul.
D"Artagnan rose, and taking a letter from his writing-desk, presented it to Raoul. The face of the latter became serious when he had cast his eyes upon the paper.
"Oh, mon Dieu!" he said, raising his fine eyes to D"Artagnan, moist with tears, "the count has left Paris without seeing me?"
"He left four days ago," said D"Artagnan.
"But this letter seems to intimate that he is about to incur danger, perhaps death."
"He--he--incur danger of death! No, be not anxious; he is traveling on business and will return ere long. I hope you have no repugnance to accept me as your guardian in the interim."
"Oh, no, Monsieur d"Artagnan," said Raoul, "you are such a brave gentleman and the Comte de la Fere has so much affection for you!"
"Eh! Egad! love me too; I will not torment you much, but only on condition that you become a Frondist, my young friend, and a hearty Frondist, too."
"But can I continue to visit Madame de Chevreuse?"
"I should say you could! and the coadjutor and Madame de Longueville; and if the worthy Broussel were there, whom you so stupidly helped arrest, I should tell you to excuse yourself to him at once and kiss him on both cheeks."
"Well, sir, I will obey you, although I do not understand you."
"It is unnecessary for you to understand. Hold," continued D"Artagnan, turning toward the door, which had just opened, "here is Monsieur du Vallon, who comes with his coat torn."
"Yes, but in exchange," said Porthos, covered with perspiration and soiled by dust, "in exchange, I have torn many skins. Those wretches wanted to take away my sword! Deuce take "em, what a popular commotion!" continued the giant, in his quiet manner; "but I knocked down more than twenty with the hilt of Balizarde. A draught of wine, D"Artagnan."
"Oh, I"ll answer for you," said the Gascon, filling Porthos"s gla.s.s to the brim; "but when you have drunk, give me your opinion."
"Upon what?" asked Porthos.
"Look here," resumed D"Artagnan; "here is Monsieur de Bragelonne, who determined at all risks to aid the arrest of Broussel and whom I had great difficulty to prevent defending Monsieur de Comminges."
"The devil!" said Porthos; "and his guardian, what would he have said to that?"
"Do you hear?" interrupted D"Artagnan; "become a Frondist, my friend, belong to the Fronde, and remember that I fill the count"s place in everything;" and he jingled his money.
"Will you come?" said he to Porthos.
"Where?" asked Porthos, filling a second gla.s.s of wine.
"To present our respects to the cardinal."
Porthos swallowed the second gla.s.s with the same grace with which he had imbibed the first, took his beaver and followed D"Artagnan. As for Raoul, he remained bewildered with what he had seen, having been forbidden by D"Artagnan to leave the room until the tumult was over.
45. The Beggar of St. Eustache.
D"Artagnan had calculated that in not going at once to the Palais Royal he would give Comminges time to arrive before him, and consequently to make the cardinal acquainted with the eminent services which he, D"Artagnan, and his friend had rendered to the queen"s party in the morning.
They were indeed admirably received by Mazarin, who paid them numerous compliments, and announced that they were more than half on their way to obtain what they desired, namely, D"Artagnan his captaincy, Porthos his barony.
D"Artagnan would have preferred money in hand to all that fine talk, for he knew well that to Mazarin it was easy to promise and hard to perform. But, though he held the cardinal"s promises as of little worth, he affected to be completely satisfied, for he was unwilling to discourage Porthos.
Whilst the two friends were with the cardinal, the queen sent for him. Mazarin, thinking that it would be the means of increasing the zeal of his two defenders if he procured them personal thanks from the queen, motioned them to follow him. D"Artagnan and Porthos pointed to their dusty and torn dresses, but the cardinal shook his head.
"Those costumes," he said, "are of more worth than most of those which you will see on the backs of the queen"s courtiers; they are costumes of battle."
D"Artagnan and Porthos obeyed. The court of Anne of Austria was full of gayety and animation; for, after having gained a victory over the Spaniard, it had just gained another over the people. Broussel had been conducted out of Paris without further resistance, and was at this time in the prison of Saint Germain; while Blancmesnil, who was arrested at the same time, but whose arrest had been made without difficulty or noise, was safe in the Castle of Vincennes.
Comminges was near the queen, who was questioning him upon the details of his expedition, and every one was listening to his account, when D"Artagnan and Porthos were perceived at the door, behind the cardinal.
"Ah, madame," said Comminges, hastening to D"Artagnan, "here is one who can tell you better than myself, for he was my protector. Without him I should probably at this moment be a dead fish in the nets at Saint Cloud, for it was a question of nothing less than throwing me into the river. Speak, D"Artagnan, speak."
D"Artagnan had been a hundred times in the same room with the queen since he had become lieutenant of the musketeers, but her majesty had never once spoken to him.
"Well, sir," at last said Anne of Austria, "you are silent, after rendering such a service?"
"Madame," replied D"Artagnan, "I have nought to say, save that my life is ever at your majesty"s service, and that I shall only be happy the day I lose it for you."
"I know that, sir; I have known that," said the queen, "a long time; therefore I am delighted to be able thus publicly to mark my grat.i.tude and my esteem."
"Permit me, madame," said D"Artagnan, "to reserve a portion for my friend; like myself" (he laid an emphasis on these words) "an ancient musketeer of the company of Treville; he has done wonders."
"His name?" asked the queen.
"In the regiment," said D"Artagnan, "he is called Porthos" (the queen started), "but his true name is the Chevalier du Vallon."
"De Bracieux de Pierrefonds," added Porthos.
"These names are too numerous for me to remember them all, and I will content myself with the first," said the queen, graciously. Porthos bowed. At this moment the coadjutor was announced; a cry of surprise ran through the royal a.s.semblage. Although the coadjutor had preached that same morning it was well known that he leaned much to the side of the Fronde; and Mazarin, in requesting the archbishop of Paris to make his nephew preach, had evidently had the intention of administering to Monsieur de Retz one of those Italian kicks he so much enjoyed giving.
The fact was, in leaving Notre Dame the coadjutor had learned the event of the day. Although almost engaged to the leaders of the Fronde he had not gone so far but that retreat was possible should the court offer him the advantages for which he was ambitious and to which the coadjutorship was but a stepping-stone. Monsieur de Retz wished to become archbishop in his uncle"s place, and cardinal, like Mazarin; and the popular party could with difficulty accord him favors so entirely royal. He therefore hastened to the palace to congratulate the queen on the battle of Lens, determined beforehand to act with or against the court, as his congratulations were well or ill received.
The coadjutor possessed, perhaps, as much wit as all those put together who were a.s.sembled at the court to laugh at him. His speech, therefore, was so well turned, that in spite of the great wish felt by the courtiers to laugh, they could find no point on which to vent their ridicule. He concluded by saying that he placed his feeble influence at her majesty"s command.
During the whole time he was speaking, the queen appeared to be well pleased with the coadjutor"s harangue; but terminating as it did with such a phrase, the only one which could be caught at by the jokers, Anne turned around and directed a glance toward her favorites, which announced that she delivered up the coadjutor to their tender mercies. Immediately the wits of the court plunged into satire. Nogent-Beautin, the fool of the court, exclaimed that "the queen was very happy to have the succor of religion at such a moment." This caused a universal burst of laughter. The Count de Villeroy said that "he did not know how any fear could be entertained for a moment, when the court had, to defend itself against the parliament and the citizens of Paris, his holiness the coadjutor, who by a signal could raise an army of curates, church porters and vergers."
The Marechal de la Meilleraie added that in case the coadjutor should appear on the field of battle it would be a pity that he should not be distinguished in the melee by wearing a red hat, as Henry IV. had been distinguished by his white plume at the battle of Ivry.
During this storm, Gondy, who had it in his power to make it most unpleasant for the jesters, remained calm and stern. The queen at last asked him if he had anything to add to the fine discourse he had just made to her.
"Yes, madame," replied the coadjutor; "I have to beg you to reflect twice ere you cause a civil war in the kingdom."
The queen turned her back and the laughing recommenced.