D'Artagnan immediately took the offensive. "Now that I have told you all,dear friend, or rather now you have guessed all, tell me what you aredoing here, covered with dust and mud?"
Porthos wiped his brow, and looked around him with pride. "Why, itappears," said he, "that you may see what I am doing here."
"No doubt, no doubt, you lift great stones."
"Oh! to show these idle fellows what a man is," said Porthos, withcontempt. "But you understand----"
"Yes, that it is not your place to lift stones, although there are manywhose place it is, who cannot lift them as you do. It was that whichmade me ask you, just now, What are you doing here, baron?"
"I am studying topography, chevalier."
"You are studying topography?"
"Yes; but you--what are you doing in that common dress?"
D'Artagnan perceived he had committed a fault in giving expression tohis astonishment. Porthos had taken advantage of it, to retort with aquestion. "Why," said he, "you know I am a bourgeois, in fact; mydress, then, has nothing astonishing in it, since it conforms with mycondition."
"Nonsense! you are a musketeer."
"You are wrong, my friend; I have given in my resignation."
"Bah!"
"Oh, mon Dieu! yes."
"And have you abandoned the service?"
"I have quitted it."
"You have abandoned the king?"
"Quite."
Porthos raised his arms towards heaven, like a man who has heardextraordinary news. "Well, that does confound me," said he.
"It is nevertheless true."
"And what led you to form such a resolution?"
"The king displeased me. Mazarin had disgusted me for a long time, asyou know; so I threw my cassock to the nettles."
"But Mazarin is dead."
"I know that well enough, parbleu! Only, at the period of his death,my resignation had been given in and accepted two months. Then, feelingmyself free, I set off for Pierrefonds, to see my friend Porthos. Ihad heard talk of the happy division you had made of your time, and Iwished, for a fortnight, to divide mine after your fashion."
"My friend, you know that it is not for a fortnight my house is open toyou; it is for a year--for ten years--for life."
"Thank you, Porthos."
"Ah! but perhaps you want money--do you?" said Porthos, making somethinglike fifty louis chink in his pocket. "In that case, you know----"
"No, thank you, I am not in want of anything. I placed my savings withPlanchet, who pays me the interest of them."
"Your savings?"
"Yes, to be sure," said D'Artagnan: "why should I not put by my savings,as well as another, Porthos?"
"Oh, there is no reason why; on the contrary, I always suspectedyou--that is to say, Aramis always suspected you to have savings. Formy own part, d'ye see, I take no concern about the management of myhousehold; but I presume the savings of a musketeer must be small."
"No doubt, relative to yourself, Porthos, who are a millionaire; but youshall judge. I had laid by twenty-five thousand livres."
"That's pretty well," said Porthos, with an affable air.
"And," continued D'Artagnan, "on the twenty-eighth of last month I addedto it two hundred thousand livres more."
Porthos opened his large eyes, which eloquently demanded of themusketeer, "Where the devil did you steal such a sum as that, my dearfriend?" "Two hundred thousand livres!" cried he, at length.
"Yes; which, with the twenty-five I had, and twenty thousand I haveabout me, complete the sum of two hundred and forty-five thousandlivres."
"But tell me, whence comes this fortune?"
"I will tell you all about it presently, dear friend; but as you have,in the first place, many things to tell me yourself, let us have myrecital in its proper order."
"Bravo!" said Porthos, "then we are both rich. But what can I have torelate to you?"
"You have to relate to me how Aramis came to be named----"
"Ah! bishop of Vannes."
"That's it," said D'Artagnan, "bishop of Vannes. Dear Aramis! do youknow how he succeeded so well?"
"Yes, yes; without reckoning that he does not mean to stop there."
"What! do you mean he will not be contented with violet stockings, andthat he wants a red hat?"
"Hush! that is promised him."
"Bah! by the king?"
"By somebody more powerful than the king."
"Ah! the devil! Porthos: what incredible things you tell me, my friend!"
"Why incredible? Is there not always somebody in France more powerfulthan the king?"
"Oh, yes; in the time of King Louis XIII. it was Cardinal Richelieu; inthe time of the Regency it was Cardinal Mazarin. In the time of LouisXIV. it is M.----"
"Go on."
"It is M. Fouquet."
"Jove! you have hit it the first time."
"So, then, I suppose it is M. Fouquet who has promised Aramis the redhat?"
Porthos assumed an air of reserve. "Dear friend," said he, "God preserveme from meddling with the affairs of others, above all from revealingsecrets it may be to their interest to keep. When you see Aramis, hewill tell you all he thinks he ought to tell you."
"You are right, Porthos; and you are quite a padlock for safety. But, torevert to yourself?"
"Yes," said Porthos.
"You said just now you came hither to study topography?"
"I did so."
"Tudieu! my friend, what fine things you will do!"
"How do you mean?"
"Why, these fortifications are admirable."
"Is that your opinion?"
"Decidedly it is. In truth, to anything but a regular siege, Belle-Isleis absolutely impregnable."
Porthos rubbed his hands. "That is my opinion," said he.
"But who the devil has fortified this paltry little place in thismanner?"
Porthos drew himself up proudly: "Did not I tell you who?"
"No."
"Do you not suspect?"
"No; all I can say is that he is a man who has studied all the systems,and who appears to me to have stopped at the best."
"Hush!" said Porthos; "consider my modesty, my dear D'Artagnan."
"In truth," replied the musketeer, "can it be you--who--oh!"
"Pray--my dear friend----"
"You who have imagined, traced, and combined between these bastions,these redans, these curtains, these half-moons; and are preparing thatcovered way?"
"I beg you----"
"You who have built that lunette with its retiring angles and itssalient angles?"
"My friend----"
"You who have given that inclination to the openings of your embrasures,by means of which you so effectively protect the men who serve theguns?"
"Eh! mon Dieu! yes."
"Oh! Porthos, Porthos! I must bow down before you--I must admire you!But you have always concealed from us this superb, this incomparablegenius. I hope, my dear friend, you will show me all this in detail."
"Nothing more easy. Here lies my original sketch, my plan."
"Show it me." Porthos led D'Artagnan towards the stone that served himfor a table, and upon which the plan was spread. At the foot of the planwas written, in the formidable writing of Porthos, writing of which wehave already had occasion to speak:--
"Instead of making use of the square or rectangle, as has been done tothis time, you will suppose your place inclosed in a regular hexagon,this polygon having the advantage of offering more angles than thequadrilateral one. Every side of your hexagon, of which you willdetermine the length in proportion to the dimensions taken upon theplace, will be divided into two parts and upon the middle point you willelevate a perpendicular towards the center of the polygon, which willequal in length the sixth part of the side. By the extremities of eachside of the polygon, you will trace two diagonals, which will cut theperpendicular. These will form the precise lines of your defense."
"The devil!" said D'Artagnan, stopping at this poi
nt of thedemonstration; "why, this is a complete system, Porthos."
"Entirely," said Porthos. "Continue."
"No; I have read enough of it; but, since it is you, my dear Porthos,who direct the works, what need have you of setting down your system soformally in writing?"
"Oh! my dear friend, death!"
"How! death?"
"Why, we are all mortal, are we not?"
"That is true," said D'Artagnan; "you have a reply for everything, myfriend." And he replaced the plan upon the stone.
But however short the time he had the plan in his hands, D'Artagnan hadbeen able to distinguish, under the enormous writing of Porthos, amuch more delicate hand, which reminded him of certain letters toMarie Michon, with which he had been acquainted in his youth. Only theIndia-rubber had passed and repassed so often over this writing that itmight have escaped a less practiced eye than that of our musketeer.
"Bravo! my friend, bravo!" said D'Artagnan.
"And now you know all that you want to know, do you not?" said Porthos,wheeling about.
"Mordioux! yes, only do me one last favor, dear friend!"
"Speak, I am master here."
"Do me the pleasure to tell me the name of that gentleman who is walkingyonder."
"Where, there?"
"Behind the soldiers."
"Followed by a lackey?"
"Exactly."
"In company with a mean sort of a fellow, dressed in black?"
"Yes, I mean him."
"That is M. Getard."
"And who is Getard, my friend?"
"He is the architect of the house."
"Of what house?"
"Of M. Fouquet's house."
"Ah! ah!" cried D'Artagnan, "you are of the household of M. Fouquet,then, Porthos?"
"I! what do you mean by that?" said the topographer, blushing to the topof his ears.
"Why, you say the house, when speaking of Belle-Isle, as if you werespeaking of the chateau of Pierrefonds."
Porthos bit his lips. "Belle-Isle, my friend," said he, "belongs to M.Fouquet, does it not?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"As Pierrefonds belongs to me?"
"I told you I believed so; there are no two words to that."
"Did you ever see a man there who is accustomed to walk about with aruler in his hand?"
"No; but I might have seen him there, if he really walked there."
"Well, that gentleman is M. Boulingrin."
"Who is M. Boulingrin?"
"Now, we are coming to it. If, when this gentleman is walking with aruler in his hand, any one should ask me,--'Who is M. Boulingrin?' Ishould reply: 'He is the architect of the house.' Well! M. Getard isthe Boulingrin of M. Fouquet. But he has nothing to do with thefortifications, which are my department alone; do you understand? mine,absolutely mine."
"Ah! Porthos," cried D'Artagnan, letting his arms fall as a conqueredman gives up his sword; "ah! my friend, you are not only a herculeantopographer, you are, still further, a dialectician of the first water."
"Is it not powerfully reasoned?" said Porthos: and he puffed and blewlike the conger which D'Artagnan had let slip from his hand.
"And now," said D'Artagnan, "that shabby-looking man, who accompanies M.Getard, is he also of the household of M. Fouquet?"
"Oh! yes," said Porthos, with contempt; "it is one M. Jupenet, orJuponet, a sort of poet."
"Who is come to establish himself here?"
"I believe so."
"I thought M. Fouquet had poets enough, yonder--Scudery, Loret,Pellisson, La Fontaine? If I must tell you the truth, Porthos, that poetdisgraces you."
"Eh!--my friend; but what saves us is that he is not here as a poet."
"As what, then, is he?"
"As printer. And you make me remember, I have a word to say to thecuistre."
"Say it, then."
Porthos made a sign to Jupenet, who perfectly recollected D'Artagnan,and did not care to come nearer; which naturally produced another signfrom Porthos. This was so imperative, he was obliged to obey. As heapproached, "Come hither!" said Porthos. "You only landed yesterday andyou have begun your tricks already."
"How so, monsieur le baron?" asked Jupenet, trembling.
"Your press was groaning all night, monsieur," said Porthos, "and youprevented my sleeping, corne de boeuf!"
"Monsieur----" objected Jupenet, timidly.
"You have nothing yet to print: therefore you have no occasion to setyour press going. What did you print last night?"
"Monsieur, a light poem of my own composition."
"Light! no, no, monsieur; the press groaned pitifully beneath it. Let itnot happen again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"You promise me?"
"I do, monsieur!"
"Very well; this time I pardon you. Adieu!"
"Well, now we have combed that fellow's head, let us breakfast."
"Yes," replied D'Artagnan, "let us breakfast."
"Only," said Porthos, "I beg you to observe, my friend, that we haveonly two hours for our repast."
"What would you have? We will try to make two hours suffice. But whyhave you only two hours?"
"Because it is high tide at one o'clock, and, with the tide, I am goingto Vannes. But, as I shall return tomorrow, my dear friend, you can stayhere; you shall be master, I have a good cook and a good cellar."
"No," interrupted D'Artagnan, "better than that."
"What?"
"You are going to Vannes, you say?"
"To a certainty."
"To see Aramis?"
"Yes."
"Well! I came from Paris on purpose to see Aramis."
"That's true."
"I will go with you then."
"Do; that's the thing."
"Only, I ought to have seen Aramis first, and you after. But manproposes, and God disposes. I have begun with you, and will finish withAramis."
"Very well!"
"And in how many hours can you go from here to Vannes?"
"Oh! pardieu! in six hours. Three hours by sea to Sarzeau, three hoursby road from Sarzeau to Vannes."
"How convenient that is! Being so near to the bishopric; do you often goto Vannes?"
"Yes; once a week. But, stop till I get my plan."
Porthos picked up his plan, folded it carefully, and engulfed it in hislarge pocket.
"Good!" said D'Artagnan aside; "I think I now know the real engineer whois fortifying Belle-Isle."
Two hours after, at high tide, Porthos and D'Artagnan set out forSarzeau.
CHAPTER 71. A Procession at Vannes
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