51. The Flight.
When D'Artagnan returned to the Palais Royal at five o'clock, itpresented, in spite of the excitement which reigned in the town, aspectacle of the greatest rejoicing. Nor was that surprising. The queenhad restored Broussel and Blancmesnil to the people and had thereforenothing to fear, since the people had nothing more just then to ask for.The return, also, of the conqueror of Lens was the pretext for giving agrand banquet. The princes and princesses were invited and theircarriages had crowded the court since noon; then after dinner the queenwas to have a play in her apartment. Anne of Austria had never appearedmore brilliant than on that day--radiant with grace and wit. Mazarindisappeared as they rose from table. He found D'Artagnan waiting for himalready at his post in the ante-room.
The cardinal advanced to him with a smile and taking him by the hand ledhim into his study.
"My dear M. d'Artagnan," said the minister, sitting down, "I am about togive you the greatest proof of confidence that a minister can give anofficer."
"I hope," said D'Artagnan, bowing, "that you give it, my lord, withouthesitation and with the conviction that I am worthy of it."
"More worthy than any one in Paris my dear friend; therefore I apply toyou. We are about to leave this evening," continued Mazarin. "My dear M.d'Artagnan, the welfare of the state is deposited in your hands." Hepaused.
"Explain yourself, my lord, I am listening."
"The queen has resolved to make a little excursion with the king toSaint Germain."
"Aha!" said D'Artagnan, "that is to say, the queen wishes to leaveParis."
"A woman's caprice--you understand."
"Yes, I understand perfectly," said D'Artagnan.
"It was for this she summoned you this morning and that she told you toreturn at five o'clock."
"Was it worth while to wish me to swear this morning that I wouldmention the appointment to no one?" muttered D'Artagnan. "Oh, women!women! whether queens or not, they are always the same."
"Do you disapprove of this journey, my dear M. d'Artagnan?" askedMazarin, anxiously.
"I, my lord?" said D'Artagnan; "why should I?"
"Because you shrug your shoulders."
"It is a way I have of speaking to myself. I neither approve nordisapprove, my lord; I merely await your commands."
"Good; it is you, accordingly, that I have pitched upon to conduct theking and the queen to Saint Germain."
"Liar!" thought D'Artagnan.
"You see, therefore," continued the cardinal, perceiving D'Artagnan'scomposure, "that, as I have told you, the welfare of the state is placedin your hands."
"Yes, my lord, and I feel the whole responsibility of such a charge."
"You accept, however?"
"I always accept."
"Do you think the thing possible?"
"Everything is possible."
"Shall you be attacked on the road?"
"Probably."
"And what will you do in that case?"
"I shall pass through those who attack me."
"And suppose you cannot pass through them?"
"So much the worse for them; I shall pass over them."
"And you will place the king and queen in safety also, at SaintGermain?"
"Yes."
"On your life?"
"On my life."
"You are a hero, my friend," said Mazarin, gazing at the musketeer withadmiration.
D'Artagnan smiled.
"And I?" asked Mazarin, after a moment's silence.
"How? and you, my lord?"
"If I wish to leave?"
"That would be much more difficult."
"Why so?"
"Your eminence might be recognized."
"Even under this disguise?" asked Mazarin, raising a cloak which coveredan arm-chair, upon which lay a complete dress for an officer, ofpearl-gray and red, entirely embroidered with silver.
"If your eminence is disguised it will be almost easy."
"Ah!" said Mazarin, breathing more freely.
"But it will be necessary for your eminence to do what the other day youdeclared you should have done in our place--cry, 'Down with Mazarin!'"
"I will: 'Down with Mazarin'"
"In French, in good French, my lord, take care of your accent; theykilled six thousand Angevins in Sicily because they pronounced Italianbadly. Take care that the French do not take their revenge on you forthe Sicilian vespers."
"I will do my best."
"The streets are full of armed men," continued D'Artagnan. "Are you surethat no one is aware of the queen's project?"
Mazarin reflected.
"This affair would give a fine opportunity for a traitor, my lord; thechance of being attacked would be an excuse for everything."
Mazarin shuddered, but he reflected that a man who had the leastintention to betray would not warn first.
"And therefore," added he, quietly, "I have not confidence in every one;the proof of which is, that I have fixed upon you to escort me."
"Shall you not go with the queen?"
"No," replied Mazarin.
"Then you will start after the queen?"
"No," said Mazarin again.
"Ah!" said D'Artagnan, who began to understand.
"Yes," continued the cardinal. "I have my plan. With the queen I doubleher risk; after the queen her departure would double mine; then, thecourt once safe, I might be forgotten. The great are often ungrateful."
"Very true," said D'Artagnan, fixing his eyes, in spite of himself, onthe queen's diamond, which Mazarin wore on his finger. Mazarin followedthe direction of his eyes and gently turned the hoop of the ring inside.
"I wish," he said, with his cunning smile, "to prevent them from beingungrateful to me."
"It is but Christian charity," replied D'Artagnan, "not to lead one'sneighbors into temptation."
"It is exactly for that reason," said Mazarin, "that I wish to startbefore them."
D'Artagnan smiled--he was just the man to understand the astute Italian.Mazarin saw the smile and profited by the moment.
"You will begin, therefore, by taking me first out of Paris, will younot, my dear M. d'Artagnan?"
"A difficult commission, my lord," replied D'Artagnan, resuming hisserious manner.
"But," said Mazarin, "you did not make so many difficulties with regardto the king and queen."
"The king and the queen are my king and queen," replied the musketeer,"my life is theirs and I must give it for them. If they ask it what haveI to say?"
"That is true," murmured Mazarin, in a low tone, "but as thy life is notmine I suppose I must buy it, must I not?" and sighing deeply he beganto turn the hoop of his ring outside again. D'Artagnan smiled. These twomen met at one point and that was, cunning; had they been actuatedequally by courage, the one would have done great things for the other.
"But, also," said Mazarin, "you must understand that if I ask thisservice from you it is with the intention of being grateful."
"Is it still only an intention, your eminence?" asked D'Artagnan.
"Stay," said Mazarin, drawing the ring from his finger, "my dearD'Artagnan, there is a diamond which belonged to you formerly, it is butjust it should return to you; take it, I pray."
D'Artagnan spared Mazarin the trouble of insisting, and after looking tosee if the stone was the same and assuring himself of the purity of itswater, he took it and passed it on his finger with indescribablepleasure.
"I valued it much," said Mazarin, giving a last look at it;"nevertheless, I give it to you with great pleasure."
"And I, my lord," said D'Artagnan, "accept it as it is given. Come, letus speak of your little affairs. You wish to leave before everybody andat what hour?"
"At ten o'clock."
"And the queen, at what time is it her wish to start?"
"At midnight."
"Then it is possible. I can get you out of Paris and leave you beyondthe barriere, and can return for her."
"Capital; but how will you get me out of
Paris?"
"Oh! as to that, you must leave it to me."
"I give you absolute power, therefore; take as large an escort as youlike."
D'Artagnan shook his head.
"It seems to me, however," said Mazarin, "the safest method."
"Yes, for you, my lord, but not for the queen; you must leave it to meand give me the entire direction of the undertaking."
"Nevertheless----"
"Or find some one else," continued D'Artagnan, turning his back.
"Oh!" muttered Mazarin, "I do believe he is going off with the diamond!M. d'Artagnan, my dear M. d'Artagnan," he called out in a coaxing voice,"will you answer for everything?"
"I will answer for nothing. I will do my best."
"Well, then, let us go--I must trust to you."
"It is very fortunate," said D'Artagnan to himself.
"You will be here at half-past nine."
"And I shall find your eminence ready?"
"Certainly, quite ready."
"Well, then, it is a settled thing; and now, my lord, will you obtainfor me an audience with the queen?"
"For what purpose?"
"I wish to receive her majesty's commands from her own lips."
"She desired me to give them to you."
"She may have forgotten something."
"You really wish to see her?"
"It is indispensable, my lord."
Mazarin hesitated for one instant, but D'Artagnan was firm.
"Come, then," said the minister; "I will conduct you to her, butremember, not one word of our conversation."
"What has passed between us concerns ourselves alone, my lord," repliedD'Artagnan.
"Swear to be mute."
"I never swear, my lord, I say yes or no; and, as I am a gentleman, Ikeep my word."
"Come, then, I see that I must trust unreservedly to you."
"Believe me, my lord, it will be your best plan."
"Come," said Mazarin, conducting D'Artagnan into the queen's oratory anddesiring him to wait there. He did not wait long, for in five minutesthe queen entered in full gala costume. Thus dressed she scarcelyappeared thirty-five years of age. She was still exceedingly handsome.
"It is you, Monsieur D'Artagnan," she said, smiling graciously; "I thankyou for having insisted on seeing me."
"I ought to ask your majesty's pardon, but I wished to receive yourcommands from your own mouth."
"Do you accept the commission which I have intrusted to you?"
"With gratitude."
"Very well, be here at midnight."
"I will not fail."
"Monsieur d'Artagnan," continued the queen, "I know yourdisinterestedness too well to speak of my own gratitude at such amoment, but I swear to you that I shall not forget this second serviceas I forgot the first."
"Your majesty is free to forget or to remember, as it pleases you; and Iknow not what you mean," said D'Artagnan, bowing.
"Go, sir," said the queen, with her most bewitching smile, "go andreturn at midnight."
And D'Artagnan retired, but as he passed out he glanced at the curtainthrough which the queen had entered and at the bottom of the tapestry heremarked the tip of a velvet slipper.
"Good," thought he; "Mazarin has been listening to discover whether Ibetrayed him. In truth, that Italian puppet does not deserve theservices of an honest man."
D'Artagnan was not less exact to his appointment and at half-past nineo'clock he entered the ante-room.
He found the cardinal dressed as an officer, and he looked very well inthat costume, which, as we have already said, he wore elegantly; only hewas very pale and trembled slightly.
"Quite alone?" he asked.
"Yes, my lord."
"And that worthy Monsieur du Vallon, are we not to enjoy his society?"
"Certainly, my lord; he is waiting in his carriage at the gate of thegarden of the Palais Royal."
"And we start in his carriage, then?"
"Yes, my lord."
"And with us no other escort but you two?"
"Is it not enough? One of us would suffice."
"Really, my dear Monsieur d'Artagnan," said the cardinal, "your coolnessstartles me."
"I should have thought, on the contrary, that it ought to have inspiredyou with confidence."
"And Bernouin--do I not take him with me?"
"There is no room for him, he will rejoin your eminence."
"Let us go," said Mazarin, "since everything must be done as you wish."
"My lord, there is time to draw back," said D'Artagnan, "and youreminence is perfectly free."
"Not at all, not at all," said Mazarin; "let us be off."
And so they descended the private stair, Mazarin leaning on the arm ofD'Artagnan a hand the musketeer felt trembling. At last, after crossingthe courts of the Palais Royal, where there still remained some of theconveyances of late guests, they entered the garden and reached thelittle gate. Mazarin attempted to open it by a key which he took fromhis pocket, but with such shaking fingers that he could not find thekeyhole.
"Give it to me," said D'Artagnan, who when the gate was open depositedthe key in his pocket, reckoning upon returning by that gate.
The steps were already down and the door open. Mousqueton stood at thedoor and Porthos was inside the carriage.
"Mount, my lord," said D'Artagnan to Mazarin, who sprang into thecarriage without waiting for a second bidding. D'Artagnan followed him,and Mousqueton, having closed the door, mounted behind the carriage withmany groans. He had made some difficulties about going, under pretextthat he still suffered from his wound, but D'Artagnan had said to him:
"Remain if you like, my dear Monsieur Mouston, but I warn you that Pariswill be burnt down to-night;" upon which Mousqueton had declared,without asking anything further, that he was ready to follow his masterand Monsieur d'Artagnan to the end of the world.
The carriage started at a measured pace, without betraying by theslightest sign that it contained people in a hurry. The cardinal wipedhis forehead with his handkerchief and looked around him. On his leftwas Porthos, whilst D'Artagnan was on his right; each guarded a door andserved as a rampart to him on either side. Before him, on the frontseat, lay two pairs of pistols--one in front of Porthos and the other ofD'Artagnan. About a hundred paces from the Palais Royal a patrol stoppedthe carriage.
"Who goes?" asked the captain.
"Mazarin!" replied D'Artagnan, bursting into a laugh. The cardinal'shair stood on end. But the joke appeared an excellent one to thecitizens, who, seeing the conveyance without escort and unarmed, wouldnever have believed in the possibility of so great an imprudence.
"A good journey to ye," they cried, allowing it to pass.
"Hem!" said D'Artagnan, "what does my lord think of that reply?"
"Man of talent!" cried Mazarin.
"In truth," said Porthos, "I understand; but now----"
About the middle of the Rue des Petits Champs they were stopped by asecond patrol.
"Who goes there?" inquired the captain of the patrol.
"Keep back, my lord," said D'Artagnan. And Mazarin buried himself so farbehind the two friends that he disappeared, completely hidden betweenthem.
"Who goes there?" cried the same voice, impatiently whilst D'Artagnanperceived that they had rushed to the horses' heads. But putting hishead out of the carriage:
"Eh! Planchet," said he.
The chief approached, and it was indeed Planchet; D'Artagnan hadrecognized the voice of his old servant.
"How, sir!" said Planchet, "is it you?"
"Eh! mon Dieu! yes, my good friend, this worthy Porthos has justreceived a sword wound and I am taking him to his country house at SaintCloud."
"Oh! really," said Planchet.
"Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "if you can still speak, say a word, my dearPorthos, to this good Planchet."
"Planchet, my friend," said Porthos, in a melancholy voice, "I am veryill; should you meet a doctor you will do me a favor by sending him tome
."
"Oh! good Heaven," said Planchet, "what a misfortune! and how did ithappen?"
"I will tell you all about it," replied Mousqueton.
Porthos uttered a deep groan.
"Make way for us, Planchet," said D'Artagnan in a whisper to him, "or hewill not arrive alive; the lungs are attacked, my friend."
Planchet shook his head with the air of a man who says, "In that casethings look ill." Then he exclaimed, turning to his men:
"Let them pass; they are friends."
The carriage resumed its course, and Mazarin, who had held his breath,ventured to breathe again.
"Bricconi!" muttered he.
A few steps in advance of the gate of Saint Honore they met a thirdtroop; this latter party was composed of ill-looking fellows, whoresembled bandits more than anything else; they were the men of thebeggar of Saint Eustache.
"Attention, Porthos!" cried D'Artagnan.
Porthos placed his hand on the pistols.
"What is it?" asked Mazarin.
"My lord, I think we are in bad company."
A man advanced to the door with a kind of scythe in his hand. "Quivive?" he asked.
"Eh, rascal!" said D'Artagnan, "do you not recognize his highness theprince's carriage?"
"Prince or not," said the man, "open. We are here to guard the gate, andno one whom we do not know shall pass."
"What is to be done?" said Porthos.
"Pardieu! pass," replied D'Artagnan.
"But how?" asked Mazarin.
"Through or over; coachman, gallop on."
The coachman raised his whip.
"Not a step further," said the man, who appeared to be the captain, "orI will hamstring your horses."
"Peste!" said Porthos, "it would be a pity; animals which cost me ahundred pistoles each."
"I will pay you two hundred for them," said Mazarin.
"Yes, but when once they are hamstrung, our necks will be strung next."
"If one of them comes to my side," asked Porthos, "must I kill him?"
"Yes, by a blow of your fist, if you can; we will not fire but at thelast extremity."
"I can do it," said Porthos.
"Come and open, then!" cried D'Artagnan to the man with the scythe,taking one of the pistols up by the muzzle and preparing to strike withthe handle. And as the man approached, D'Artagnan, in order to have morefreedom for his actions, leaned half out of the door; his eyes werefixed upon those of the mendicant, which were lighted up by a lantern.Without doubt he recognized D'Artagnan, for he became deadly pale;doubtless the musketeer knew him, for his hair stood up on his head.
"Monsieur d'Artagnan!" he cried, falling back a step; "it is Monsieurd'Artagnan! let him pass."
D'Artagnan was perhaps about to reply, when a blow, similar to that of amallet falling on the head of an ox, was heard. The noise was caused byPorthos, who had just knocked down his man.
D'Artagnan turned around and saw the unfortunate man upon his back aboutfour paces off.
"'Sdeath!" cried he to the coachman. "Spur your horses! whip! get on!"
The coachman bestowed a heavy blow of the whip upon his horses; thenoble animals bounded forward; then cries of men who were knocked downwere heard; then a double concussion was felt, and two of the wheelsseemed to pass over a round and flexible body. There was a moment'ssilence, then the carriage cleared the gate.
"To Cours la Reine!" cried D'Artagnan to the coachman; then turning toMazarin he said, "Now, my lord, you can say five paters and five aves,in thanks to Heaven for your deliverance. You are safe--you are free."
Mazarin replied only by a groan; he could not believe in such a miracle.Five minutes later the carriage stopped, having reached Cours la Reine.
"Is my lord pleased with his escort?" asked D'Artagnan.
"Enchanted, monsieur," said Mazarin, venturing his head out of one ofthe windows; "and now do as much for the queen."
"It will not be so difficult," replied D'Artagnan, springing to theground. "Monsieur du Vallon, I commend his eminence to your care."
"Be quite at ease," said Porthos, holding out his hand, which D'Artagnantook and shook in his.
"Oh!" cried Porthos, as if in pain.
D'Artagnan looked with surprise at his friend.
"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--howdid 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 uponthe 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 hadleft, he took his way toward the Richelieu gate.
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