"What is the matter, then?" he asked.
"I think I have sprained my wrist," said Porthos.
"The devil! why, you strike like a blind or a deaf man."
"It was necessary; my man was going to fire a pistol at me; but you--how did you get rid of yours?"
"Oh, mine," replied D"Artagnan, "was not a man."
"What was it then?"
"It was an apparition."
"And----"
"I charmed it away."
Without further explanation D"Artagnan took the pistols which were upon the front seat, placed them in his belt, wrapped himself in his cloak, and not wishing to enter by the same gate as that through which they had left, he took his way toward the Richelieu gate.
52. The Carriage of Monsieur le Coadjuteur.
Instead of returning, then, by the Saint Honore gate, D"Artagnan, who had time before him, walked around and re-entered by the Porte Richelieu. He was approached to be examined, and when it was discovered by his plumed hat and his laced coat, that he was an officer of the musketeers, he was surrounded, with the intention of making him cry, "Down with Mazarin!" The demonstration did not fail to make him uneasy at first; but when he discovered what it meant, he shouted it in such a voice that even the most exacting were satisfied. He walked down the Rue Richelieu, meditating how he should carry off the queen in her turn, for to take her in a carriage bearing the arms of France was not to be thought of, when he perceived an equipage standing at the door of the hotel belonging to Madame de Guemenee.
He was struck by a sudden idea.
"Ah, pardieu!" he exclaimed; "that would be fair play."
And approaching the carriage, he examined the arms on the panels and the livery of the coachman on his box. This scrutiny was so much the more easy, the coachman being sound asleep.
"It is, in truth, monsieur le coadjuteur"s carriage," said D"Artagnan; "upon my honor I begin to think that Heaven favors us."
He mounted noiselessly into the chariot and pulled the silk cord which was attached to the coachman"s little finger.
"To the Palais Royal," he called out.
The coachman awoke with a start and drove off in the direction he was desired, never doubting but that the order had come from his master. The porter at the palace was about to close the gates, but seeing such a handsome equipage he fancied that it was some visit of importance and the carriage was allowed to pa.s.s and to stop beneath the porch. It was then only the coachman perceived the grooms were not behind the vehicle; he fancied monsieur le coadjuteur had sent them back, and without dropping the reins he sprang from his box to open the door. D"Artagnan, in his turn, sprang to the ground, and just at the moment when the coachman, alarmed at not seeing his master, fell back a step, he seized him by his collar with the left, whilst with the right hand he placed the muzzle of a pistol at his breast.
"p.r.o.nounce one single word," muttered D"Artagnan, "and you are a dead man."
The coachman perceived at once, by the expression of the man who thus addressed him, that he had fallen into a trap, and he remained with his mouth wide open and his eyes portentously staring.
Two musketeers were pacing the court, to whom D"Artagnan called by their names.
"Monsieur de Belliere," said he to one of them, "do me the favor to take the reins from the hands of this worthy man, mount upon the box and drive to the door of the private stair, and wait for me there; it is an affair of importance on the service of the king."
The musketeer, who knew that his lieutenant was incapable of jesting with regard to the service, obeyed without a word, although he thought the order strange. Then turning toward the second musketeer, D"Artagnan said: "Monsieur du Verger, help me to place this man in a place of safety."
The musketeer, thinking that his lieutenant had just arrested some prince in disguise, bowed, and drawing his sword, signified that he was ready. D"Artagnan mounted the staircase, followed by his prisoner, who in his turn was followed by the soldier, and entered Mazarin"s ante-room. Bernouin was waiting there, impatient for news of his master.
"Well, sir?" he said.
"Everything goes on capitally, my dear Monsieur Bernouin, but here is a man whom I must beg you to put in a safe place."
"Where, then, sir?"
"Where you like, provided that the place which you shall choose has iron shutters secured by padlocks and a door that can be locked."
"We have that, sir," replied Bernouin; and the poor coachman was conducted to a closet, the windows of which were barred and which looked very much like a prison.
"And now, my good friend," said D"Artagnan to him, "I must invite you to deprive yourself, for my sake, of your hat and cloak."
The coachman, as we can well understand, made no resistance; in fact, he was so astonished at what had happened to him that he stammered and reeled like a drunken man; D"Artagnan deposited his clothes under the arm of one of the valets.
"And now, Monsieur du Verger," he said, "shut yourself up with this man until Monsieur Bernouin returns to open the door. The duty will be tolerably long and not very amusing, I know; but," added he, seriously, "you understand, it is on the king"s service."
"At your command, lieutenant," replied the musketeer, who saw the business was a serious one.
"By-the-bye," continued D"Artagnan, "should this man attempt to fly or to call out, pa.s.s your sword through his body."
The musketeer signified by a nod that these commands should be obeyed to the letter, and D"Artagnan went out, followed by Bernouin. Midnight struck.
"Lead me into the queen"s oratory," said D"Artagnan, "announce to her I am here, and put this parcel, with a well-loaded musket, under the seat of the carriage which is waiting at the foot of the private stair."
Bernouin conducted D"Artagnan to the oratory, where he sat down pensively. Everything had gone on as usual at the Palais Royal. As we said before, by ten o"clock almost all the guests had dispersed; those who were to fly with the court had the word of command and they were each severally desired to be from twelve o"clock to one at Cours la Reine.
At ten o"clock Anne of Austria had entered the king"s room. Monsieur had just retired, and the youthful Louis, remaining the last, was amusing himself by placing some lead soldiers in a line of battle, a game which delighted him much. Two royal pages were playing with him.
"Laporte," said the queen, "it is time for his majesty to go to bed."
The king asked to remain up, having, he said, no wish to sleep; but the queen was firm.
"Are you not going to-morrow morning at six o"clock, Louis, to bathe at Conflans? I think you wished to do so of your own accord?"
"You are right, madame," said the king, "and I am ready to retire to my room when you have kissed me. Laporte, give the light to Monsieur the Chevalier de Coislin."
The queen touched with her lips the white, smooth brow the royal child presented to her with a gravity which already partook of etiquette.
"Go to sleep soon, Louis," said the queen, "for you must be awakened very early."
"I will do my best to obey you, madame," said the youthful king, "but I have no inclination to sleep."
"Laporte," said Anne of Austria, in an undertone, "find some very dull book to read to his majesty, but do not undress yourself."
The king went out, accompanied by the Chevalier de Coislin, bearing the candlestick, and then the queen returned to her own apartment. Her ladies--that is to say Madame de Bregy, Mademoiselle de Beaumont, Madame de Motteville, and Socratine, her sister, so called on account of her sense--had just brought into her dressing-room the remains of the dinner, on which, according to her usual custom, she supped. The queen then gave her orders, spoke of a banquet which the Marquis de Villequier was to give to her on the day after the morrow, indicated the persons she would admit to the honor of partaking of it, announced another visit on the following day to Val-de-Grace, where she intended to pay her devotions, and gave her commands to her senior valet to accompany her. When the ladies had finished their supper the queen feigned extreme fatigue and pa.s.sed into her bedroom. Madame de Motteville, who was on especial duty that evening, followed to aid and undress her. The queen then began to read, and after conversing with her affectionately for a few minutes, dismissed her.
It was at this moment D"Artagnan entered the courtyard of the palace, in the coadjutor"s carriage, and a few seconds later the carriages of the ladies-in-waiting drove out and the gates were shut after them.
A few minutes after twelve o"clock Bernouin knocked at the queen"s bedroom door, having come by the cardinal"s secret corridor. Anne of Austria opened the door to him herself. She was dressed, that is to say, in dishabille, wrapped in a long, warm dressing-gown.
"It is you, Bernouin," she said. "Is Monsieur d"Artagnan there?"
"Yes, madame, in your oratory. He is waiting till your majesty is ready."
"I am. Go and tell Laporte to wake and dress the king, and then pa.s.s on to the Marechal de Villeroy and summon him to me."
Bernouin bowed and retired.
The queen entered her oratory, which was lighted by a single lamp of Venetian crystal, She saw D"Artagnan, who stood expecting her.
"Is it you?" she said.
"Yes, madame."
"Are you ready?"
"I am."
"And his eminence, the cardinal?"
"Has got off without any accident. He is awaiting your majesty at Cours la Reine."
"But in what carriage do we start?"
"I have provided for everything; a carriage below is waiting for your majesty."
"Let us go to the king."
D"Artagnan bowed and followed the queen. The young Louis was already dressed, with the exception of his shoes and doublet; he had allowed himself to be dressed, in great astonishment, overwhelming Laporte with questions, who replied only in these words, "Sire, it is by the queen"s commands."
The bedclothes were thrown back, exposing the king"s bed linen, which was so worn that here and there holes could be seen. It was one of the results of Mazarin"s n.i.g.g.ardliness.
The queen entered and D"Artagnan remained at the door. As soon as the child perceived the queen he escaped from Laporte and ran to meet her. Anne then motioned to D"Artagnan to approach, and he obeyed.
"My son," said Anne of Austria, pointing to the musketeer, calm, standing uncovered, "here is Monsieur d"Artagnan, who is as brave as one of those ancient heroes of whom you like so much to hear from my women. Remember his name well and look at him well, that his face may not be forgotten, for this evening he is going to render us a great service."
The young king looked at the officer with his large-formed eye, and repeated: "Monsieur d"Artagnan."
"That is it, my son."
The young king slowly raised his little hand and held it out to the musketeer; the latter bent on his knee and kissed it.
"Monsieur d"Artagnan," repeated Louis; "very well, madame."
At this moment they were startled by a noise as if a tumult were approaching.
"What is that?" exclaimed the queen.
"Oh, oh!" replied D"Artagnan, straining both at the same time his quick ear and his intelligent glance, "it is the murmur of the populace in revolution."
"We must fly," said the queen.
"Your majesty has given me the control of this business; we had better wait and see what they want."
"Monsieur d"Artagnan!"
"I will answer for everything."
Nothing is so catching as confidence. The queen, full of energy and courage, was quickly alive to these two virtues in others.
"Do as you like," she said, "I rely upon you."
"Will your majesty permit me to give orders in your name throughout this business?"
"Command, sir."
"What do the people want this time?" demanded the king.
"We are about to ascertain, sire," replied D"Artagnan, as he rapidly left the room.
The tumult continued to increase and seemed to surround the Palais Royal entirely. Cries were heard from the interior, of which they could not comprehend the sense. It was evident that there was clamor and sedition.
The king, half dressed, the queen and Laporte remained each in the same state and almost in the same place, where they were listening and waiting. Comminges, who was on guard that night at the Palais Royal, ran in. He had about two hundred men in the courtyards and stables, and he placed them at the queen"s disposal.
"Well," asked Anne of Austria, when D"Artagnan reappeared, "what does it mean?"
"It means, madame, that the report has spread that the queen has left the Palais Royal, carrying off the king, and the people ask to have proof to the contrary, or threaten to demolish the Palais Royal."
"Oh, this time it is too much!" exclaimed the queen, "and I will prove to them I have not left."
D"Artagnan saw from the expression of the queen"s face that she was about to issue some violent command. He approached her and said in a low voice: "Has your majesty still confidence in me?"
This voice startled her. "Yes, sir," she replied, "every confidence; speak."
"Will the queen deign to follow my advice?"
"Speak."
"Let your majesty dismiss M. de Comminges and desire him to shut himself up with his men in the guardhouse and in the stables."
Comminges glanced at D"Artagnan with the envious look with which every courtier sees a new favorite spring up.