The coadjutor bowed and left the palace, casting upon the cardinal such a glance as is best understood by mortal foes. That glance was so sharp that it penetrated the heart of Mazarin, who, reading in it a declaration of war, seized D"Artagnan by the arm and said: "If occasion requires, monsieur, you will remember that man who has just gone out, will you not?"
"Yes, my lord," he replied. Then, turning toward Porthos, "The devil!" said he, "this has a bad look. I dislike these quarrels among men of the church."
Gondy withdrew, distributing benedictions on his way, and finding a malicious satisfaction in causing the adherents of his foes to prostrate themselves at his feet.
"Oh!" he murmured, as he left the threshold of the palace: "ungrateful court! faithless court! cowardly court! I will teach you how to laugh to-morrow--but in another manner."
But whilst they were indulging in extravagant joy at the Palais Royal, to increase the hilarity of the queen, Mazarin, a man of sense, and whose fear, moreover, gave him foresight, lost no time in making idle and dangerous jokes; he went out after the coadjutor, settled his account, locked up his gold, and had confidential workmen to contrive hiding places in his walls.
On his return home the coadjutor was informed that a young man had come in after his departure and was waiting for him; he started with delight when, on demanding the name of this young man, he learned that it was Louvieres. He hastened to his cabinet. Broussel"s son was there, still furious, and still bearing b.l.o.o.d.y marks of his struggle with the king"s officers. The only precaution he had taken in coming to the archbishopric was to leave his arquebuse in the hands of a friend.
The coadjutor went to him and held out his hand. The young man gazed at him as if he would have read the secret of his heart.
"My dear Monsieur Louvieres," said the coadjutor, "believe me, I am truly concerned for the misfortune which has happened to you."
"Is that true, and do you speak seriously?" asked Louvieres.
"From the depth of my heart," said Gondy.
"In that case, my lord, the time for words has pa.s.sed and the hour for action is at hand; my lord, in three days, if you wish it, my father will be out of prison and in six months you may be cardinal."
The coadjutor started.
"Oh! let us speak frankly," continued Louvieres, "and act in a straightforward manner. Thirty thousand crowns in alms is not given, as you have done for the last six months, out of pure Christian charity; that would be too grand. You are ambitious--it is natural; you are a man of genius and you know your worth. As for me, I hate the court and have but one desire at this moment--vengeance. Give us the clergy and the people, of whom you can dispose, and I will bring you the citizens and the parliament; with these four elements Paris is ours in a week; and believe me, monsieur coadjutor, the court will give from fear what it will not give from good-will."
It was now the coadjutor"s turn to fix his piercing eyes on Louvieres.
"But, Monsieur Louvieres, are you aware that it is simply civil war you are proposing to me?"
"You have been preparing long enough, my lord, for it to be welcome to you now."
"Never mind," said the coadjutor; "you must be well aware that this requires reflection."
"And how many hours of reflection do you ask?"
"Twelve hours, sir; is it too long?"
"It is now noon; at midnight I will be at your house."
"If I should not be in, wait for me."
"Good! at midnight, my lord."
"At midnight, my dear Monsieur Louvieres."
When once more alone Gondy sent to summon all the curates with whom he had any connection to his house. Two hours later, thirty officiating ministers from the most populous, and consequently the most disturbed parishes of Paris had a.s.sembled there. Gondy related to them the insults he had received at the Palais Royal and retailed the jests of Beautin, the Count de Villeroy and Marechal de la Meilleraie. The curates asked him what was to be done.
"Simply this," said the coadjutor. "You are the directors of all consciences. Well, undermine in them the miserable prejudice of respect and fear of kings; teach your flocks that the queen is a tyrant; and repeat often and loudly, so that all may know it, that the misfortunes of France are caused by Mazarin, her lover and her destroyer; begin this work to-day, this instant even, and in three days I shall expect the result. For the rest, if any one of you have further or better counsel to expound, I will listen to him with the greatest pleasure."
Three curates remained--those of St. Merri, St. Sulpice and St. Eustache. The others withdrew.
"You think, then, that you can help me more efficaciously than your brothers?" said Gondy.
"We hope so," answered the curates.
"Let us hear. Monsieur de St. Merri, you begin."
"My lord, I have in my parish a man who might be of the greatest use to you."
"Who and what is this man?"
"A shopkeeper in the Rue des Lombards, who has great influence upon the commerce of his quarter."
"What is his name?"
"He is named Planchet, who himself also caused a rising about six weeks ago; but as he was searched for after this emeute he disappeared."
"And can you find him?"
"I hope so. I think he has not been arrested, and as I am his wife"s confessor, if she knows where he is I shall know it too."
"Very well, sir, find this man, and when you have found him bring him to me."
"We will be with you at six o"clock, my lord."
"Go, my dear curate, and may G.o.d a.s.sist you!"
"And you, sir?" continued Gondy, turning to the curate of St. Sulpice.
"I, my lord," said the latter, "I know a man who has rendered great services to a very popular prince and who would make an excellent leader of revolt. Him I can place at your disposal; it is Count de Rochefort."
"I know him also, but unfortunately he is not in Paris."
"My lord, he has been for three days at the Rue Ca.s.sette."
"And wherefore has he not been to see me?"
"He was told--my lord will pardon me----"
"Certainly, speak."
"That your lordship was about to treat with the court."
Gondy bit his lips.
"They are mistaken; bring him here at eight o"clock, sir, and may Heaven bless you as I bless you!"
"And now "tis your turn," said the coadjutor, turning to the last that remained; "have you anything as good to offer me as the two gentlemen who have left us?"
"Better, my lord."
"Diable! think what a solemn engagement you are making; one has offered a wealthy shopkeeper, the other a count; you are going, then, to offer a prince, are you?"
"I offer you a beggar, my lord."
"Ah! ah!" said Gondy, reflecting, "you are right, sir; some one who could raise the legion of paupers who choke up the crossings of Paris; some one who would know how to cry aloud to them, that all France might hear it, that it is Mazarin who has reduced them to poverty."
"Exactly your man."
"Bravo! and the man?"
"A plain and simple beggar, as I have said, my lord, who asks for alms, as he gives holy water; a practice he has carried on for six years on the steps of St. Eustache."
"And you say that he has a great influence over his compeers?"
"Are you aware, my lord, that mendacity is an organized body, a kind of a.s.sociation of those who have nothing against those who have everything; an a.s.sociation in which every one takes his share; one that elects a leader?"
"Yes, I have heard it said," replied the coadjutor.
"Well, the man whom I offer you is a general syndic."
"And what do you know of him?"
"Nothing, my lord, except that he is tormented with remorse."
"What makes you think so?"
"On the twenty-eighth of every month he makes me say a ma.s.s for the repose of the soul of one who died a violent death; yesterday I said this ma.s.s again."
"And his name?"
"Maillard; but I do not think it is his right one."
"And think you that we should find him at this hour at his post?"
"Certainly."
"Let us go and see your beggar, sir, and if he is such as you describe him, you are right--it will be you who have discovered the true treasure."
Gondy dressed himself as an officer, put on a felt cap with a red feather, hung on a long sword, buckled spurs to his boots, wrapped himself in an ample cloak and followed the curate.
The coadjutor and his companion pa.s.sed through all the streets lying between the archbishopric and the St. Eustache Church, watching carefully to ascertain the popular feeling. The people were in an excited mood, but, like a swarm of frightened bees, seemed not to know at what point to concentrate; and it was very evident that if leaders of the people were not provided all this agitation would pa.s.s off in idle buzzing.
On arriving at the Rue des Prouvaires, the curate pointed toward the square before the church.
"Stop!" he said, "there he is at his post."
Gondy looked at the spot indicated and perceived a beggar seated in a chair and leaning against one of the moldings; a little basin was near him and he held a holy water brush in his hand.
"Is it by permission that he remains there?" asked Gondy.
"No, my lord; these places are bought. I believe this man paid his predecessor a hundred pistoles for his."
"The rascal is rich, then?"
"Some of those men sometimes die worth twenty thousand and twenty-five and thirty thousand francs and sometimes more."
"Hum!" said Gondy, laughing; "I was not aware my alms were so well invested."
In the meantime they were advancing toward the square, and the moment the coadjutor and the curate put their feet on the first church step the mendicant arose and proffered his brush.
He was a man between sixty-six and sixty-eight years of age, little, rather stout, with gray hair and light eyes. His countenance denoted the struggle between two opposite principles--a wicked nature, subdued by determination, perhaps by repentance.
He started on seeing the cavalier with the curate. The latter and the coadjutor touched the brush with the tips of their fingers and made the sign of the cross; the coadjutor threw a piece of money into the hat, which was on the ground.
"Maillard," began the curate, "this gentleman and I have come to talk with you a little."
"With me!" said the mendicant; "it is a great honor for a poor distributor of holy water."
There was an ironical tone in his voice which he could not quite disguise and which astonished the coadjutor.
"Yes," continued the curate, apparently accustomed to this tone, "yes, we wish to know your opinion of the events of to-day and what you have heard said by people going in and out of the church."
The mendicant shook his head.
"These are melancholy doings, your reverence, which always fall again upon the poor. As to what is said, everybody is discontented, everybody complains, but "everybody" means "n.o.body.""
"Explain yourself, my good friend," said the coadjutor.
"I mean that all these cries, all these complaints, these curses, produce nothing but storms and flashes and that is all; but the lightning will not strike until there is a hand to guide it."
"My friend," said Gondy, "you seem to be a clever and a thoughtful man; are you disposed to take a part in a little civil war, should we have one, and put at the command of the leader, should we find one, your personal influence and the influence you have acquired over your comrades?"
"Yes, sir, provided this war were approved of by the church and would advance the end I wish to attain--I mean, the remission of my sins."
"The war will not only be approved of, but directed by the church. As for the remission of your sins, we have the archbishop of Paris, who has the very greatest power at the court of Rome, and even the coadjutor, who possesses some plenary indulgences; we will recommend you to him."
"Consider, Maillard," said the curate, "that I have recommended you to this gentleman, who is a powerful lord, and that I have made myself responsible for you."
"I know, monsieur le cure," said the beggar, "that you have always been very kind to me, and therefore I, in my turn, will be serviceable to you."
"And do you think your power as great with the fraternity as monsieur le cure told me it was just now?"
"I think they have some esteem for me," said the mendicant with pride, "and that not only will they obey me, but wherever I go they will follow me."
"And could you count on fifty resolute men, good, unemployed, but active souls, brawlers, capable of bringing down the walls of the Palais Royal by crying, "Down with Mazarin," as fell those at Jericho?"
"I think," said the beggar, "I can undertake things more difficult and more important than that."