The Parisian army had organized with the promptness characteristic of the bourgeois whenever they are moved by any sentiment whatever to disguise themselves as soldiers. On the nineteenth the impromptu army had attempted a sortie, more to a.s.sure itself and others of its actual existence than with any more serious intention. They carried a banner, on which could be read this strange device: "We are seeking our king."
The next following days were occupied in trivial movements which resulted only in the carrying off of a few herds of cattle and the burning of two or three houses.
That was still the situation of affairs up to the early days of February. On the first day of that month our four companions had landed at Boulogne, and, in two parties, had set out for Paris. Toward the end of the fourth day of the journey Athos and Aramis reached Nanterre, which place they cautiously pa.s.sed by on the outskirts, fearing that they might encounter some troop from the queen"s army.
It was against his will that Athos took these precautions, but Aramis had very judiciously reminded him that they had no right to be imprudent, that they had been charged by King Charles with a supreme and sacred mission, which, received at the foot of the scaffold, could be accomplished only at the feet of Queen Henrietta. Upon that, Athos yielded.
On reaching the capital Athos and Aramis found it in arms. The sentinel at the gate refused even to let them pa.s.s, and called his sergeant.
The sergeant, with the air of importance which such people a.s.sume when they are clad with military dignity, said: "Who are you, gentlemen?"
"Two gentlemen."
"And where do you come from?"
"From London."
"And what are you going to do in Paris?"
"We are going with a mission to Her Majesty, the Queen of England."
"Ah, every one seems to be going to see the queen of England. We have already at the station three gentlemen whose pa.s.sports are under examination, who are on their way to her majesty. Where are your pa.s.sports?"
"We have none; we left England, ignorant of the state of politics here, having left Paris before the departure of the king."
"Ah!" said the sergeant, with a cunning smile, "you are Mazarinists, who are sent as spies."
"My dear friend," here Athos spoke, "rest a.s.sured, if we were Mazarinists we should come well prepared with every sort of pa.s.sport. In your situation distrust those who are well provided with every formality."
"Enter the guardroom," said the sergeant; "we will lay your case before the commandant of the post."
The guardroom was filled with citizens and common people, some playing, some drinking, some talking. In a corner, almost hidden from view, were three gentlemen, who had preceded Athos and Aramis, and an officer was examining their pa.s.sports. The first impulse of these three, and of those who last entered, was to cast an inquiring glance at each other. The first arrivals wore long cloaks, in whose drapery they were carefully enveloped; one of them, shorter than the rest, remained pertinaciously in the background.
When the sergeant on entering the room announced that in all probability he was bringing in two Mazarinists, it appeared to be the unanimous opinion of the officers on guard that they ought not to pa.s.s.
"Be it so," said Athos; "yet it is probable, on the contrary, that we shall enter, because we seem to have to do with sensible people. There seems to be only one thing to do, which is, to send our names to Her Majesty the Queen of England, and if she engages to answer for us I presume we shall be allowed to enter."
On hearing these words the shortest of the other three men seemed more attentive than ever to what was going on, wrapping his cloak around him more carefully than before.
"Merciful goodness!" whispered Aramis to Athos, "did you see?"
"What?" asked Athos.
"The face of the shortest of those three gentlemen?"
"No."
"He looked to me--but "tis impossible."
At this instant the sergeant, who had been for his orders, returned, and pointing to the three gentlemen in cloaks, said: "The pa.s.sports are in order; let these three gentlemen pa.s.s."
The three gentlemen bowed and hastened to take advantage of this permission.
Aramis looked after them, and as the last of them pa.s.sed close to him he pressed the hand of Athos.
"What is the matter with you, my friend?" asked the latter.
"I have--doubtless I am dreaming; tell me, sir," he said to the sergeant, "do you know those three gentlemen who are just gone out?"
"Only by their pa.s.sports; they are three Frondists, who are gone to rejoin the Duc de Longueville."
""Tis strange," said Aramis, almost involuntarily; "I fancied that I recognized Mazarin himself."
The sergeant burst into a fit of laughter.
"He!" he cried; "he venture himself amongst us, to be hung! Not so foolish as all that."
"Ah!" muttered Athos, "I may be mistaken, I haven"t the unerring eye of D"Artagnan."
"Who is speaking of Monsieur D"Artagnan?" asked an officer who appeared at that moment upon the threshold of the room.
"What!" cried Aramis and Athos, "what! Planchet!"
"Planchet," added Grimaud; "Planchet, with a gorget, indeed!"
"Ah, gentlemen!" cried Planchet, "so you are back again in Paris. Oh, how happy you make us! no doubt you come to join the princes!"
"As thou seest, Planchet," said Aramis, whilst Athos smiled on seeing what important rank was held in the city militia by the former comrade of Mousqueton, Bazin and Grimaud.
"And Monsieur d"Artagnan, of whom you spoke just now, Monsieur d"Herblay; may I ask if you have any news of him?"
"We parted from him four days ago and we have reason to believe that he has reached Paris before us."
"No, sir; I am sure he hasn"t yet arrived. But then he may have stopped at Saint Germain."
"I don"t think so; we appointed to meet at La Chevrette."
"I was there this very day."
"And had the pretty Madeleine no news?" asked Aramis, smiling.
"No, sir, and it must be admitted that she seemed very anxious."
"In fact," said Aramis, "there is no time lost and we made our journey quickly. Permit me, then, my dear Athos, without inquiring further about our friend, to pay my respects to M. Planchet."
"Ah, monsieur le chevalier," said Planchet, bowing.
"Lieutenant?" asked Aramis.
"Lieutenant, with a promise of becoming captain."
""Tis capital; and pray, how did you acquire all these honors?"
"In the first place, gentlemen, you know that I was the means of Monsieur de Rochefort"s escape; well, I was very near being hung by Mazarin and that made me more popular than ever."
"So, owing to your popularity----"
"No; thanks to something better. You know, gentlemen, that I served the Piedmont regiment and had the honor of being a sergeant?"
"Yes."
"Well, one day when no one could drill a mob of citizens, who began to march, some with the right foot, others with the left, I succeeded, I did, in making them all begin with the same foot, and I was made lieutenant on the spot."
"So I presume," said Athos, "that you have a large number of the n.o.bles with you?"
"Certainly. There are the Prince de Conti, the Duc de Longueville, the Duc de Beaufort, the Duc de Bouillon, the Marechal de la Mothe, the Marquis de Sevigne, and I don"t know who, for my part."
"And the Vicomte Raoul de Bragelonne?" inquired Athos, in a tremulous voice. "D"Artagnan told me that he had recommended him to your care, in parting."
"Yes, count; nor have I lost sight of him for a single instant since."
"Then," said Athos in a tone of delight, "he is well? no accident has happened to him?"
"None, sir."
"And he lives?"
"Still at the Hotel of the Great Charlemagne."
"And pa.s.ses his time?"
"Sometimes with the queen of England, sometimes with Madame de Chevreuse. He and the Count de Guiche are like each other"s shadows."
"Thanks, Planchet, thanks!" cried Athos, extending his hand to the lieutenant.
"Oh, sir!" Planchet only touched the tips of the count"s fingers.
"Well, what are you doing, count--to a former lackey?
"My friend," said Athos, "he has given me news of Raoul."
"And now, gentlemen," said Planchet, who had not heard what they were saying, "what do you intend to do?"
"Re-enter Paris, if you will let us, my good Planchet."
"Let you, sir? Now, as ever, I am nothing but your servant." Then turning to his men: "Allow these gentlemen to pa.s.s," he said; "they are friends of the Duc de Beaufort."
"Long live the Duc de Beaufort!" cried the sentinels.
The sergeant drew near to Planchet.
"What! without pa.s.sports?" he murmured.
"Without pa.s.sports," said Planchet.
"Take notice, captain," he continued, giving Planchet his expected t.i.tle, "take notice that one of the three men who just now went out from here told me privately to distrust these gentlemen."
"And I," said Planchet, with dignity, "I know them and I answer for them."
As he said this, he pressed Grimaud"s hand, who seemed honored by the distinction.
"Farewell till we meet again," said Aramis, as they took leave of Planchet; "if anything happens to us we shall blame you for it."
"Sir," said Planchet, "I am in all things at your service."
"That fellow is no fool," said Aramis, as he got on his horse.
"How should he be?" replied Athos, whilst mounting also, "seeing he was used so long to brush your hats."
76. The Amba.s.sadors.
The two friends rode rapidly down the declivity of the Faubourg, but on arriving at the bottom were surprised to find that the streets of Paris had become rivers, and the open places lakes; after the great rains which fell in January the Seine had overflowed its banks and the river inundated half the capital. The two gentlemen were obliged, therefore, to get off their horses and take a boat; and in that strange manner they approached the Louvre.
Night had closed in, and Paris, seen thus, by the light of lanterns flickering on the pools of water, crowded with ferry-boats of every kind, including those that glittered with the armed patrols, with the watchword, pa.s.sing from post to post--Paris presented such an aspect as to strongly seize the senses of Aramis, a man most susceptible to warlike impressions.
They reached the queen"s apartments, but were compelled to stop in the ante-chamber, since her majesty was at that moment giving audience to gentlemen bringing her news from England.
"We, too," said Athos, to the footman who had given him that answer, "not only bring news from England, but have just come from there."
"What? then, are your names, gentlemen?"
"The Comte de la Fere and the Chevalier d"Herblay," said Aramis.
"Ah! in that case, gentlemen," said the footman, on hearing the names which the queen had so often p.r.o.nounced with hope, "in that case it is another thing, and I think her majesty will pardon me for not keeping you here a moment. Please follow me," and he went on before, followed by Athos and Aramis.
On arriving at the door of the room where the queen was receiving he made a sign for them to wait and opening the door: "Madame," he said, "I hope your majesty will forgive me for disobeying your orders, when you learn that the gentlemen I have come to announce are the Comte de la Fere and the Chevalier d"Herblay."
On hearing those two names the queen uttered a cry of joy, which the two gentlemen heard.
"Poor queen!" murmured Athos.