And the duke, pointing his pistol at Aramis, fired. But Aramis bent his head the instant he saw the duke"s finger press the trigger and the ball pa.s.sed without touching him.
"Oh! you"ve missed me," cried Aramis, "but I swear to Heaven! I will not miss you."
"If I give you time!" cried the duke, spurring on his horse and rushing upon him with his drawn sword.
Aramis awaited him with that terrible smile which was peculiar to him on such occasions, and Athos, who saw the duke advancing toward Aramis with the rapidity of lightning, was just going to cry out, "Fire! fire, then!" when the shot was fired. De Chatillon opened his arms and fell back on the crupper of his horse.
The ball had entered his breast through a notch in the cuira.s.s.
"I am a dead man," he said, and fell from his horse to the ground.
"I told you this, I am now grieved I have kept my word. Can I be of any use to you?"
Chatillon made a sign with his hand and Aramis was about to dismount when he received a violent shock; "twas a thrust from a sword, but his cuira.s.s turned aside the blow.
He turned around and seized his new antagonist by the wrist, when he started back, exclaiming, "Raoul!"
"Raoul?" cried Athos.
The young man recognized at the same instant the voices of his father and the Chevalier d"Herblay; two officers in the Parisian forces rushed at that instant on Raoul, but Aramis protected him with his sword.
"My prisoner!" he cried.
Athos took his son"s horse by the bridle and led him forth out of the melee.
At this crisis of the battle, the prince, who had been seconding De Chatillon in the second line, appeared in the midst of the fight; his eagle eye made him known and his blows proclaimed the hero.
On seeing him, the regiment of Corinth, which the coadjutor had not been able to reorganize in spite of all his efforts, threw itself into the midst of the Parisian forces, put them into confusion and re-entered Charenton flying. The coadjutor, dragged along with his fugitive forces, pa.s.sed near the group formed by Athos, Raoul and Aramis. Aramis could not in his jealousy avoid being pleased at the coadjutor"s misfortune, and was about to utter some bon mot more witty than correct, when Athos stopped him.
"On, on!" he cried, "this is no moment for compliments; or rather, back, for the battle seems to be lost by the Frondeurs."
"It is a matter of indifference to me," said Aramis; "I came here only to meet De Chatillon; I have met him, I am contented; "tis something to have met De Chatillon in a duel!"
"And besides, we have a prisoner," said Athos, pointing to Raoul.
The three cavaliers continued their road on full gallop.
"What were you doing in the battle, my friend?" inquired Athos of the youth; ""twas not your right place, I think, as you were not equipped for an engagement!"
"I had no intention of fighting to-day, sir; I was charged, indeed, with a mission to the cardinal and had set out for Rueil, when, seeing Monsieur de Chatillon charge, an invincible desire possessed me to charge at his side. It was then that he told me two cavaliers of the Parisian army were seeking me and named the Comte de la Fere."
"What! you knew we were there and yet wished to kill your friend the chevalier?"
"I did not recognize the chevalier in armor, sir!" said Raoul, blushing; "though I might have known him by his skill and coolness in danger."
"Thank you for the compliment, my young friend," replied Aramis, "we can see from whom you learned courtesy. Then you were going to Rueil?"
"Yes! I have a despatch from the prince to his eminence."
"You must still deliver it," said Athos.
"No false generosity, count! the fate of our friends, to say nothing of our own, is perhaps in that very despatch."
"This young man must not, however, fail in his duty," said Athos.
"In the first place, count, this youth is our prisoner; you seem to forget that. What I propose to do is fair in war; the vanquished must not be dainty in the choice of means. Give me the despatch, Raoul."
The young man hesitated and looked at Athos as if seeking to read in his eyes a rule of conduct.
"Give him the despatch, Raoul! you are the chevalier"s prisoner."
Raoul gave it up reluctantly; Aramis instantly seized and read it.
"You," he said, "you, who are so trusting, read and reflect that there is something in this letter important for us to see."
Athos took the letter, frowning, but an idea that he should find something in this letter about D"Artagnan conquered his unwillingness to read it.
"My lord, I shall send this evening to your eminence in order to reinforce the troop of Monsieur de Comminges, the ten men you demand. They are good soldiers, fit to confront the two violent adversaries whose address and resolution your eminence is fearful of."
"Oh!" cried Athos.
"Well," said Aramis, "what think you about these two enemies whom it requires, besides Comminges"s troop, ten good soldiers to confront; are they not as like as two drops of water to D"Artagnan and Porthos?"
"We"ll search Paris all day long," said Athos, "and if we have no news this evening we will return to the road to Picardy; and I feel no doubt that, thanks to D"Artagnan"s ready invention, we shall then find some clew which will solve our doubts."
"Yes, let us search Paris and especially inquire of Planchet if he has yet heard from his former master."
"That poor Planchet! You speak of him very much at your ease, Aramis; he has probably been killed. All those fighting citizens went out to battle and they have been ma.s.sacred."
It was, then, with a sentiment of uneasiness whether Planchet, who alone could give them information, was alive or dead, that the friends returned to the Place Royale; to their great surprise they found the citizens still encamped there, drinking and bantering each other, although, doubtless, mourned by their families, who thought they were at Charenton in the thickest of the fighting.
Athos and Aramis again questioned Planchet, but he had seen nothing of D"Artagnan; they wished to take Planchet with them, but he could not leave his troop, who at five o"clock returned home, saying that they were returning from the battle, whereas they had never lost sight of the bronze equestrian statue of Louis XIII.
79. The Road to Picardy.
On leaving Paris, Athos and Aramis well knew that they would be encountering great danger; but we know that for men like these there could be no question of danger. Besides, they felt that the denouement of this second Odyssey was at hand and that there remained but a single effort to make.
Besides, there was no tranquillity in Paris itself. Provisions began to fail, and whenever one of the Prince de Conti"s generals wished to gain more influence he got up a little popular tumult, which he put down again, and thus for the moment gained a superiority over his colleagues.
In one of these risings, the Duc de Beaufort pillaged the house and library of Mazarin, in order to give the populace, as he put it, something to gnaw at. Athos and Aramis left Paris after this coup-d"etat, which took place on the very evening of the day in which the Parisians had been beaten at Charenton.
They quitted Paris, beholding it abandoned to extreme want, bordering on famine; agitated by fear, torn by faction. Parisians and Frondeurs as they were, the two friends expected to find the same misery, the same fears, the same intrigue in the enemy"s camp; but what was their surprise, after pa.s.sing Saint Denis, to hear that at Saint Germain people were singing and laughing, and leading generally cheerful lives. The two gentlemen traveled by byways in order not to encounter the Mazarinists scattered about the Isle of France, and also to escape the Frondeurs, who were in possession of Normandy and who never failed to conduct captives to the Duc de Longueville, in order that he might ascertain whether they were friends or foes. Having escaped these dangers, they returned by the main road to Boulogne, at Abbeville, and followed it step by step, examining every track.
Nevertheless, they were still in a state of uncertainty. Several inns were visited by them, several innkeepers questioned, without a single clew being given to guide their inquiries, when at Montreuil Athos felt upon the table that something rough was touching his delicate fingers. He turned up the cloth and found these hieroglyphics carved upon the wood with a knife: "Port.... D"Art.... 2d February."
"This is capital!" said Athos to Aramis, "we were to have slept here, but we cannot--we must push on." They rode forward and reached Abbeville. There the great number of inns puzzled them; they could not go to all; how could they guess in which those whom they were seeking had stayed?
"Trust me," said Aramis, "do not expect to find anything in Abbeville. If we had only been looking for Porthos, Porthos would have stationed himself in one of the finest hotels and we could easily have traced him. But D"Artagnan is devoid of such weaknesses. Porthos would have found it very difficult even to make him see that he was dying of hunger; he has gone on his road as inexorable as fate and we must seek him somewhere else."
They continued their route. It had now become a weary and almost hopeless task, and had it not been for the threefold motives of honor, friendship and grat.i.tude, implanted in their hearts, our two travelers would have given up many a time their rides over the sand, their interrogatories of the peasantry and their close inspection of faces.
They proceeded thus to Peronne.
Athos began to despair. His n.o.ble nature felt that their ignorance was a sort of reflection upon them. They had not looked carefully enough for their lost friends. They had not shown sufficient pertinacity in their inquiries. They were willing and ready to retrace their steps, when, in crossing the suburb which leads to the gates of the town, upon a white wall which was at the corner of a street turning around the rampart, Athos cast his eyes upon a drawing in black chalk, which represented, with the awkwardness of a first attempt, two cavaliers riding furiously; one of them carried a roll of paper on which were written these words: "They are following us."
"Oh!" exclaimed Athos, "here it is, as clear as day; pursued as he was, D"Artagnan would not have tarried here five minutes had he been pressed very closely, which gives us hopes that he may have succeeded in escaping."
Aramis shook his head.
"Had he escaped we should either have seen him or have heard him spoken of."
"You are right, Aramis, let us travel on."
To describe the impatience and anxiety of these two friends would be impossible. Uneasiness took possession of the tender, constant heart of Athos, and fearful forecasts were the torment of the impulsive Aramis. They galloped on for two or three hours as furiously as the cavaliers on the wall. All at once, in a narrow pa.s.s, they perceived that the road was partially barricaded by an enormous stone. It had evidently been rolled across the pa.s.s by some arm of giant strength.
Aramis stopped.
"Oh!" he said, looking at the stone, "this is the work of either Hercules or Porthos. Let us get down, count, and examine this rock."
They both alighted. The stone had been brought with the evident intention of barricading the road, but some one having perceived the obstacle had partially turned it aside.
With the a.s.sistance of Blaisois and Grimaud the friends succeeded in turning the stone over. Upon the side next the ground were scratched the following words: "Eight of the light dragoons are pursuing us. If we reach Compiegne we shall stop at the Peac.o.c.k. It is kept by a friend of ours."
"At last we have something definite," said Athos; "let us go to the Peac.o.c.k."
"Yes," answered Aramis, "but if we are to get there we must rest our horses, for they are almost broken-winded."
Aramis was right; they stopped at the first tavern and made each horse swallow a double quant.i.ty of corn steeped in wine; they gave them three hours" rest and then set off again. The men themselves were almost dead with fatigue, but hope supported them.
In six hours they reached Compiegne and alighted at the Peac.o.c.k. The host proved to be a worthy man, as bald as a Chinaman. They asked him if some time ago he had not received in his house two gentlemen who were pursued by dragoons; without answering he went out and brought in the blade of a rapier.
"Do you know that?" he asked.
Athos merely glanced at it.
""Tis D"Artagnan"s sword," he said.
"Does it belong to the smaller or to the larger of the two?" asked the host.
"To the smaller."
"I see that you are the friends of these gentlemen."
"Well, what has happened to them?"
"They were pursued by eight of the light dragoons, who rode into the courtyard before they had time to close the gate."
"Eight!" said Aramis; "it surprises me that two such heroes as Porthos and D"Artagnan should have allowed themselves to be arrested by eight men."
"The eight men would doubtless have failed had they not been a.s.sisted by twenty soldiers of the regiment of Italians in the king"s service, who are in garrison in this town so that your friends were overpowered by numbers."
"Arrested, were they?" inquired Athos; "is it known why?"
"No, sir, they were carried off instantly, and had not even time to tell me why; but as soon as they were gone I found this broken sword-blade, as I was helping to raise two dead men and five or six wounded ones."
""Tis still a consolation that they were not wounded," said Aramis.
"Where were they taken?" asked Athos.
"Toward the town of Louvres," was the reply.
The two friends having agreed to leave Blaisois and Grimaud at Compiegne with the horses, resolved to take post horses; and having s.n.a.t.c.hed a hasty dinner they continued their journey to Louvres. Here they found only one inn, in which was consumed a liqueur which preserves its reputation to our time and which is still made in that town.
"Let us alight here," said Athos. "D"Artagnan will not have let slip an opportunity of drinking a gla.s.s of this liqueur, and at the same time leaving some trace of himself."
They went into the town and asked for two gla.s.ses of liqueur, at the counter--as their friends must have done before them. The counter was covered with a plate of pewter; upon this plate was written with the point of a large pin: "Rueil... D.."
"They went to Rueil," cried Aramis.
"Let us go to Rueil," said Athos.
"It is to throw ourselves into the wolf"s jaws," said Aramis.
"Had I been as great a friend of Jonah as I am of D"Artagnan I should have followed him even into the inside of the whale itself; and you would have done the same, Aramis."
"Certainly--but you make me out better than I am, dear count. Had I been alone I should scarcely have gone to Rueil without great caution. But where you go, I go."
They then set off for Rueil. Here the deputies of the parliament had just arrived, in order to enter upon those famous conferences which were to last three weeks, and produced eventually that shameful peace, at the conclusion of which the prince was arrested. Rueil was crowded with advocates, presidents and councillors, who came from the Parisians, and, on the side of the court, with officers and guards; it was therefore easy, in the midst of this confusion, to remain as un.o.bserved as any one might wish; besides, the conferences implied a truce, and to arrest two gentlemen, even Frondeurs, at this time, would have been an attack on the rights of the people.
The two friends mingled with the crowd and fancied that every one was occupied with the same thought that tormented them. They expected to hear some mention made of D"Artagnan or of Porthos, but every one was engrossed by articles and reforms. It was the advice of Athos to go straight to the minister.
"My friend," said Aramis, "take care; our safety lies in our obscurity. If we were to make ourselves known we should be sent to rejoin our friends in some deep ditch, from which the devil himself could not take us out. Let us try not to find them out by accident, but from our notions. Arrested at Compiegne, they have been carried to Rueil; at Rueil they have been questioned by the cardinal, who has either kept them near him or sent them to Saint Germain. As to the Bastile, they are not there, though the Bastile is especially for the Frondeurs. They are not dead, for the death of D"Artagnan would make a sensation. As for Porthos, I believe him to be eternal, like G.o.d, although less patient. Do not let us despond, but wait at Rueil, for my conviction is that they are at Rueil. But what ails you? You are pale."
"It is this," answered Athos, with a trembling voice.
"I remember that at the Castle of Rueil the Cardinal Richelieu had some horrible "oubliettes" constructed."
"Oh! never fear," said Aramis. "Richelieu was a gentleman, our equal in birth, our superior in position. He could, like the king, touch the greatest of us on the head, and touching them make such heads shake on their shoulders. But Mazarin is a low-born rogue, who can at the most take us by the collar, like an archer. Be calm--for I am sure that D"Artagnan and Porthos are at Rueil, alive and well."
"But," resumed Athos, "I recur to my first proposal. I know no better means than to act with candor. I shall seek, not Mazarin, but the queen, and say to her, "Madame, restore to us your two servants and our two friends.""