The Three Musketeers
A book by Alexandre Dumas.
LES TROIS MOUSQUETAIRES
THE THREE MUSKETEERS
AUTHOR’S PREFACE In which it is proved that, notwithstanding their names’ ending in OS and IS, the heroes of the story which we are about to have the honor to relate to our readers have nothing mythological about them.
Il y a un an à peu près, qu' en faisant à la Bibliothèque royale des recherches pour mon histoire de Louis XIV, je tombai par hasard sur les Mémoires de M. d' Artagnan, imprimés -- comme la plus grande partie des ouvrages de cette époque, où les auteurs tenaient à dire la vérité sans aller faire un tour plus ou moins long à la Bastille -- à Amsterdam, chez Pierre Rouge.
A short time ago, while making researches in the Royal Library for my History of Louis XIV, I stumbled by chance upon the Memoirs of M. d’Artagnan, printed--as were most of the works of that period, in which authors could not tell the truth without the risk of a residence, more or less long, in the Bastille--at Amsterdam, by Pierre Rouge.
Le titre me séduisit: je les emportai chez moi, avec la permission de M. le conservateur; bien entendu, je les dévorai.
The title attracted me; I took them home with me, with the permission of the guardian, and devoured them.
It is not my intention here to enter into an analysis of this curious work; and I shall satisfy myself with referring such of my readers as appreciate the pictures of the period to its pages.
Ils y trouveront des portraits crayonnés de main de maître; et, quoique les esquisses soient, pour la plupart du temps, tracées sur des portes de caserne et sur des murs de cabaret, ils n' y reconnaîtront pas moins, aussi ressemblantes que dans l' histoire de M. Anquetil, les images de Louis XIII, d' Anne d' Autriche, de Richelieu, de Mazarin et de la plupart des courtisans de l' époque.
They will therein find portraits penciled by the hand of a master; and although these squibs may be, for the most part, traced upon the doors of barracks and the walls of cabarets, they will not find the likenesses of Louis XIII, Anne of Austria, Richelieu, Mazarin, and the courtiers of the period, less faithful than in the history of M. Anquetil.
But, it is well known, what strikes the capricious mind of the poet is not always what affects the mass of readers.
Now, while admiring, as others doubtless will admire, the details we have to relate, our main preoccupation concerned a matter to which no one before ourselves had given a thought.
D’Artagnan relates that on his first visit to M. de Treville, captain of the king’s Musketeers, he met in the antechamber three young men, serving in the illustrious corps into which he was soliciting the honor of being received, bearing the names of Athos, Porthos, and Aramis.
Nous l' avouons, ces trois noms étrangers nous frappèrent, et il nous vint aussitôt à l' esprit qu' ils n' étaient que des pseudonymes à l' aide desquels d' Artagnan avait déguisé des noms peut-être illustres, si toutefois les porteurs de ces noms d' emprunt ne les avaient pas choisis eux-mêmes le jour où, par caprice, par mécontentement ou par défaut de fortune, ils avaient endossé la simple casaque de mousquetaire.
We must confess these three strange names struck us; and it immediately occurred to us that they were but pseudonyms, under which d’Artagnan had disguised names perhaps illustrious, or else that the bearers of these borrowed names had themselves chosen them on the day in which, from caprice, discontent, or want of fortune, they had donned the simple Musketeer’s uniform.
From the moment we had no rest till we could find some trace in contemporary works of these extraordinary names which had so strongly awakened our curiosity.
The catalogue alone of the books we read with this object would fill a whole chapter, which, although it might be very instructive, would certainly afford our readers but little amusement.
Nous nous contenterons donc de leur dire qu' au moment où, découragé de tant d' investigations infructueuses, nous allions abandonner notre recherche, nous trouvâmes enfin, guidé par les conseils de notre illustre et savant ami Paulin Paris, un manuscrit in-folio, coté le n° 4772 ou 4773, nous ne nous le rappelons plus bien, ayant pour titre: « Mémoires de M. le comte de La Fère, concernant quelques-uns des événements qui se passèrent en France vers la fin du règne du roi Louis XIII et le commencement du règne du roi Louis XIV. »
It will suffice, then, to tell them that at the moment at which, discouraged by so many fruitless investigations, we were about to abandon our search, we at length found, guided by the counsels of our illustrious friend Paulin Paris, a manuscript in folio, endorsed 4772 or 4773, we do not recollect which, having for title, "Memoirs of the Comte de la Fere, Touching Some Events Which Passed in France Toward the End of the Reign of King Louis XIII and the Commencement of the Reign of King Louis XIV."
It may be easily imagined how great was our joy when, in turning over this manuscript, our last hope, we found at the twentieth page the name of Athos, at the twenty-seventh the name of Porthos, and at the thirty-first the name of Aramis.
The discovery of a completely unknown manuscript at a period in which historical science is carried to such a high degree appeared almost miraculous.
We hastened, therefore, to obtain permission to print it, with the view of presenting ourselves someday with the pack of others at the doors of the Academie des Inscriptions et Belles Lettres, if we should not succeed--a very probable thing, by the by--in gaining admission to the Academie Francaise with our own proper pack.
This permission, we feel bound to say, was graciously granted; which compels us here to give a public contradiction to the slanderers who pretend that we live under a government but moderately indulgent to men of letters.
Now, this is the first part of this precious manuscript which we offer to our readers, restoring it to the title which belongs to it, and entering into an engagement that if (of which we have no doubt) this first part should obtain the success it merits, we will publish the second immediately.
In the meanwhile, as the godfather is a second father, we beg the reader to lay to our account, and not to that of the Comte de la Fere, the pleasure or the ENNUI he may experience.
This being understood, let us proceed with our history.
CHAPITRE PREMIER LES TROIS PRÉSENTS DE M. D'ARTAGNAN PÈRE
1 THE THREE PRESENTS OF D’ARTAGNAN THE ELDER
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of ROMANCE OF THE ROSE was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had just made a second La Rochelle of it.
Plusieurs bourgeois, voyant s' enfuir les femmes du côté de la Grande-Rue, entendant les enfants crier sur le seuil des portes, se hâtaient d' endosser la cuirasse et, appuyant leur contenance quelque peu incertaine d' un mousquet ou d' une pertuisane, se dirigeaient vers l' hôtellerie du Franc Meunier, devant laquelle s' empressait, en grossissant de minute en minute, un groupe compact, bruyant et plein de curiosité.
Many citizens, seeing the women flying toward the High Street, leaving their children crying at the open doors, hastened to don the cuirass, and supporting their somewhat uncertain courage with a musket or a partisan, directed their steps toward the hostelry of the Jolly Miller, before which was gathered, increasing every minute, a compact group, vociferous and full of curiosity.
In those times panics were common, and few days passed without some city or other registering in its archives an event of this kind.
There were nobles, who made war against each other; there was the king, who made war against the cardinal; there was Spain, which made war against the king.
Then, in addition to these concealed or public, secret or open wars, there were robbers, mendicants, Huguenots, wolves, and scoundrels, who made war upon everybody.
Les bourgeois s' armaient toujours contre les voleurs, contre les loups, contre les laquais, -- souvent contre les seigneurs et les huguenots, -- quelquefois contre le roi, -- mais jamais contre le cardinal et l' Espagnol.
The citizens always took up arms readily against thieves, wolves or scoundrels, often against nobles or Huguenots, sometimes against the king, but never against cardinal or Spain.
It resulted, then, from this habit that on the said first Monday of April, 1625, the citizens, on hearing the clamor, and seeing neither the red-and-yellow standard nor the livery of the Duc de Richelieu, rushed toward the hostel of the Jolly Miller.
When arrived there, the cause of the hubbub was apparent to all.
Un jeune homme... -- traçons son portrait d' un seul trait de plume: figurez -vous don Quichotte à dix-huit ans, don Quichotte décorcelé, sans haubert et sans cuissards, don Quichotte revêtu d' un pourpoint de laine dont la couleur bleue s' était transformée en une nuance insaisissable de lie-de-vin et d' azur céleste. Visage long et brun; la pommette des joues saillante, signe d' astuce; les muscles maxillaires énormément développés, indice infaillible auquel on reconnaît le Gascon, même sans béret, et notre jeune homme portait un béret orné d' une espèce de plume; l' oeil ouvert et intelligent; le nez crochu, mais finement dessiné; trop grand pour un adolescent, trop petit pour un homme fait, et qu' un oeil peu exercé eût pris pour un fils de fermier en voyage, sans sa longue épée qui, pendue à un baudrier de peau, battait les mollets de son propriétaire quand il était à pied, et le poil hérissé de sa monture quand il était à cheval.
A young man--we can sketch his portrait at a dash. Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; a Don Quixote without his corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed, an infallible sign by which a Gascon may always be detected, even without his cap--and our young man wore a cap set off with a sort of feather; the eye open and intelligent; the nose hooked, but finely chiseled. Too big for a youth, too small for a grown man, an experienced eye might have taken him for a farmer’s son upon a journey had it not been for the long sword which, dangling from a leather baldric, hit against the calves of its owner as he walked, and against the rough side of his steed when he was on horseback.
Car notre jeune homme avait une monture, et cette monture était même si remarquable, qu' elle fut remarquée: c' était un bidet du Béarn, âgé de douze ou quatorze ans, jaune de robe, sans crins à la queue, mais non pas sans javarts aux jambes, et qui, tout en marchant la tête plus bas que les genoux, ce qui rendait inutile l' application de la martingale, faisait encore également ses huit lieues par jour.
For our young man had a steed which was the observed of all observers. It was a Bearn pony, from twelve to fourteen years old, yellow in his hide, without a hair in his tail, but not without windgalls on his legs, which, though going with his head lower than his knees, rendering a martingale quite unnecessary, contrived nevertheless to perform his eight leagues a day.
Malheureusement les qualités de ce cheval étaient si bien cachées sous son poil étrange et son allure incongrue, que dans un temps où tout le monde se connaissait en chevaux, l' apparition du susdit bidet à Meung, où il était entré il y avait un quart d' heure à peu près par la porte de Beaugency, produisit une sensation dont la défaveur rejaillit jusqu' à son cavalier.
Unfortunately, the qualities of this horse were so well concealed under his strange-colored hide and his unaccountable gait, that at a time when everybody was a connoisseur in horseflesh, the appearance of the aforesaid pony at Meung--which place he had entered about a quarter of an hour before, by the gate of Beaugency--produced an unfavorable feeling, which extended to his rider.
Et cette sensation avait été d'autant plus pénible au jeune d' Artagnan (ainsi s' appelait le don Quichotte de cette autre Rossinante ), qu' il ne se cachait pas le côté ridicule que lui donnait, si bon cavalier qu' il fût, une pareille monture; aussi avait -il fort soupiré en acceptant le don que lui en avait fait M. d' Artagnan père.
And this feeling had been more painfully perceived by young d’Artagnan--for so was the Don Quixote of this second Rosinante named--from his not being able to conceal from himself the ridiculous appearance that such a steed gave him, good horseman as he was. He had sighed deeply, therefore, when accepting the gift of the pony from M. d’Artagnan the elder.
He was not ignorant that such a beast was worth at least twenty livres; and the words which had accompanied the present were above all price.
"My son," said the old Gascon gentleman, in that pure Bearn PATOIS of which Henry IV could never rid himself, "this horse was born in the house of your father about thirteen years ago, and has remained in it ever since, which ought to make you love it.
Never sell it; allow it to die tranquilly and honorably of old age, and if you make a campaign with it, take as much care of it as you would of an old servant.
At court, provided you have ever the honor to go there," continued M. d’Artagnan the elder, "--an honor to which, remember, your ancient nobility gives you the right--sustain worthily your name of gentleman, which has been worthily borne by your ancestors for five hundred years, both for your own sake and the sake of those who belong to you.
By the latter I mean your relatives and friends. Endure nothing from anyone except Monsieur the Cardinal and the king.
It is by his courage, please observe, by his courage alone, that a gentleman can make his way nowadays.
Whoever hesitates for a second perhaps allows the bait to escape which during that exact second fortune held out to him.
You are young. You ought to be brave for two reasons: the first is that you are a Gascon, and the second is that you are my son.
Never fear quarrels, but seek adventures.
I have taught you how to handle a sword; you have thews of iron, a wrist of steel. Fight on all occasions. Fight the more for duels being forbidden, since consequently there is twice as much courage in fighting.
I have nothing to give you, my son, but fifteen crowns, my horse, and the counsels you have just heard.
Your mother will add to them a recipe for a certain balsam, which she had from a Bohemian and which has the miraculous virtue of curing all wounds that do not reach the heart.
Faites votre profit du tout, et vivez heureusement et longtemps. -- Je n' ai plus qu' un mot à ajouter, et c' est un exemple que je vous propose, non pas le mien, car je n' ai, moi, jamais paru à la cour et n' ai fait que les guerres de religion en volontaire; je veux parler de M. de Tréville, qui était mon voisin autrefois, et qui a eu l' honneur de jouer tout enfant avec notre roi Louis treizième, que Dieu conserve !
Take advantage of all, and live happily and long. I have but one word to add, and that is to propose an example to you--not mine, for I myself have never appeared at court, and have only taken part in religious wars as a volunteer; I speak of Monsieur de Treville, who was formerly my neighbor, and who had the honor to be, as a child, the play-fellow of our king, Louis XIII, whom God preserve!
Sometimes their play degenerated into battles, and in these battles the king was not always the stronger.
The blows which he received increased greatly his esteem and friendship for Monsieur de Treville.
Plus tard, M. de Tréville se battit contre d' autres dans son premier voyage à Paris, cinq fois; depuis la mort du feu roi jusqu' à la majorité du jeune sans compter les guerres et les sièges, sept fois; et depuis cette majorité jusqu' aujourd'hui, cent fois peut-être ! -- Aussi, malgré les édits, les ordonnances et les arrêts, le voilà capitaine des mousquetaires, c'est-à-dire chef d' une légion de Césars, dont le roi fait un très grand cas, et que M. le cardinal redoute, lui qui ne redoute pas grand-chose, comme chacun sait.
Afterward, Monsieur de Treville fought with others: in his first journey to Paris, five times; from the death of the late king till the young one came of age, without reckoning wars and sieges, seven times; and from that date up to the present day, a hundred times, perhaps! So that in spite of edicts, ordinances, and decrees, there he is, captain of the Musketeers; that is to say, chief of a legion of Caesars, whom the king holds in great esteem and whom the cardinal dreads--he who dreads nothing, as it is said.
Still further, Monsieur de Treville gains ten thousand crowns a year; he is therefore a great noble. He began as you begin. Go to him with this letter, and make him your model in order that you may do as he has done."
Upon which M. d’Artagnan the elder girded his own sword round his son, kissed him tenderly on both cheeks, and gave him his benediction.
On leaving the paternal chamber, the young man found his mother, who was waiting for him with the famous recipe of which the counsels we have just repeated would necessitate frequent employment.
Les adieux furent de ce côté plus longs et plus tendres qu' ils ne l' avaient été de l' autre, non pas que M. d' Artagnan n' aimât son fils, qui était sa seule progéniture, mais M. d' Artagnan était un homme, et il eût regardé comme indigne d' un homme de se laisser aller à son émotion, tandis que Mme d' Artagnan était femme et, de plus, était mère. -- Elle pleura abondamment, et, disons -le à la louange de M. d' Artagnan fils, quelques efforts qu' il tentât pour rester ferme comme le devait être un futur mousquetaire, la nature l' emporta et il versa force larmes, dont il parvint à grand-peine à cacher la moitié.
The adieux were on this side longer and more tender than they had been on the other--not that M. d’Artagnan did not love his son, who was his only offspring, but M. d’Artagnan was a man, and he would have considered it unworthy of a man to give way to his feelings; whereas Mme. d’Artagnan was a woman, and still more, a mother.
She wept abundantly; and--let us speak it to the praise of M. d’Artagnan the younger--notwithstanding the efforts he made to remain firm, as a future Musketeer ought, nature prevailed, and he shed many tears, of which he succeeded with great difficulty in concealing the half.
The same day the young man set forward on his journey, furnished with the three paternal gifts, which consisted, as we have said, of fifteen crowns, the horse, and the letter for M. de Treville--the counsels being thrown into the bargain.
Don Quichotte prenait les moulins à vent pour des géants et les moutons pour des armées, d' Artagnan prit chaque sourire pour une insulte et chaque regard pour une provocation.
With such a VADE MECUM d’Artagnan was morally and physically an exact copy of the hero of Cervantes, to whom we so happily compared him when our duty of an historian placed us under the necessity of sketching his portrait.
Don Quixote took windmills for giants, and sheep for armies; d’Artagnan took every smile for an insult, and every look as a provocation--whence it resulted that from Tarbes to Meung his fist was constantly doubled, or his hand on the hilt of his sword; and yet the fist did not descend upon any jaw, nor did the sword issue from its scabbard.
Ce n' est pas que la vue du malencontreux bidet jaune n' épanouît bien des sourires sur les visages des passants; mais, comme au-dessus du bidet sonnait une épée de taille respectable et qu' au-dessus de cette épée brillait un oeil plutôt féroce que fier, les passants réprimaient leur hilarité, ou, si l' hilarité l' emportait sur la prudence, ils tâchaient au moins de ne rire que d' un seul côté, comme les masques antiques.
It was not that the sight of the wretched pony did not excite numerous smiles on the countenances of passers-by; but as against the side of this pony rattled a sword of respectable length, and as over this sword gleamed an eye rather ferocious than haughty, these passers-by repressed their hilarity, or if hilarity prevailed over prudence, they endeavored to laugh only on one side, like the masks of the ancients.
D' Artagnan demeura donc majestueux et intact dans sa susceptibilité jusqu' à cette malheureuse ville de Meung.
D’Artagnan, then, remained majestic and intact in his susceptibility, till he came to this unlucky city of Meung.
Mais là, comme il descendait de cheval à la porte du Franc Meunier sans que personne, hôte, garçon ou palefrenier, fût venu prendre l' étrier au montoir, d' Artagnan avisa à une fenêtre entrouverte du rez-de-chaussée un gentilhomme de belle taille et de haute mine, quoique au visage légèrement renfrogné, lequel causait avec deux personnes qui paraissaient l' écouter avec déférence. D' Artagnan crut tout naturellement, selon son habitude, être l' objet de la conversation et écouta.
But there, as he was alighting from his horse at the gate of the Jolly Miller, without anyone--host, waiter, or hostler--coming to hold his stirrup or take his horse, d’Artagnan spied, though an open window on the ground floor, a gentleman, well-made and of good carriage, although of rather a stern countenance, talking with two persons who appeared to listen to him with respect. d’Artagnan fancied quite naturally, according to his custom, that he must be the object of their conversation, and listened.
This time d’Artagnan was only in part mistaken; he himself was not in question, but his horse was.
The gentleman appeared to be enumerating all his qualities to his auditors; and, as I have said, the auditors seeming to have great deference for the narrator, they every moment burst into fits of laughter.
Now, as a half-smile was sufficient to awaken the irascibility of the young man, the effect produced upon him by this vociferous mirth may be easily imagined.
Nevertheless, d’Artagnan was desirous of examining the appearance of this impertinent personage who ridiculed him.
Il fixa son regard fier sur l' étranger et reconnut un homme de quarante à quarante-cinq ans, aux yeux noirs et perçants, au teint pâle, au nez fortement accentué, à la moustache noire et parfaitement taillée; il était vêtu d' un pourpoint et d' un haut-de-chausses violet avec des aiguillettes de même couleur, sans aucun ornement que les crevés habituels par lesquels passait la chemise.
He fixed his haughty eye upon the stranger, and perceived a man of from forty to forty-five years of age, with black and piercing eyes, pale complexion, a strongly marked nose, and a black and well-shaped mustache.
He was dressed in a doublet and hose of a violet color, with aiguillettes of the same color, without any other ornaments than the customary slashes, through which the shirt appeared.
This doublet and hose, though new, were creased, like traveling clothes for a long time packed in a portmanteau. d’Artagnan made all these remarks with the rapidity of a most minute observer, and doubtless from an instinctive feeling that this stranger was destined to have a great influence over his future life.
Or, comme au moment où d' Artagnan fixait son regard sur le gentilhomme au pourpoint violet, le gentilhomme faisait à l' endroit du bidet béarnais une de ses plus savantes et de ses plus profondes démonstrations, ses deux auditeurs éclatèrent de rire, et lui-même laissa visiblement, contre son habitude, errer, si l' on peut parler ainsi, un pâle sourire sur son visage.
Now, as at the moment in which d’Artagnan fixed his eyes upon the gentleman in the violet doublet, the gentleman made one of his most knowing and profound remarks respecting the Bearnese pony, his two auditors laughed even louder than before, and he himself, though contrary to his custom, allowed a pale smile (if I may allowed to use such an expression) to stray over his countenance.
Cette fois, il n' y avait plus de doute, d' Artagnan était réellement insulté. Aussi, plein de cette conviction, enfonça -t-il son béret sur ses yeux, et, tâchant de copier quelques-uns des airs de cour qu' il avait surpris en Gascogne chez des seigneurs en voyage, il s' avança, une main sur la garde de son épée et l' autre appuyée sur la hanche.
This time there could be no doubt; d’Artagnan was really insulted. Full, then, of this conviction, he pulled his cap down over his eyes, and endeavoring to copy some of the court airs he had picked up in Gascony among young traveling nobles, he advanced with one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other resting on his hip.
Unfortunately, as he advanced, his anger increased at every step; and instead of the proper and lofty speech he had prepared as a prelude to his challenge, he found nothing at the tip of his tongue but a gross personality, which he accompanied with a furious gesture.
"I say, sir, you sir, who are hiding yourself behind that shutter--yes, you, sir, tell me what you are laughing at, and we will laugh together!"
Le gentilhomme ramena lentement les yeux de la monture au cavalier, comme s' il lui eût fallu un certain temps pour comprendre que c' était à lui que s' adressaient de si étranges reproches; puis, lorsqu' il ne put plus conserver aucun doute, ses sourcils se froncèrent légèrement, et après une assez longue pause, avec un accent d' ironie et d' insolence impossible à décrire, il répondit à d' Artagnan: « Je ne vous parle pas, monsieur.
The gentleman raised his eyes slowly from the nag to his cavalier, as if he required some time to ascertain whether it could be to him that such strange reproaches were addressed; then, when he could not possibly entertain any doubt of the matter, his eyebrows slightly bent, and with an accent of irony and insolence impossible to be described, he replied to d’Artagnan, "I was not speaking to you, sir."
"But I am speaking to you!" replied the young man, additionally exasperated with this mixture of insolence and good manners, of politeness and scorn.
The stranger looked at him again with a slight smile, and retiring from the window, came out of the hostelry with a slow step, and placed himself before the horse, within two paces of d’Artagnan.
His quiet manner and the ironical expression of his countenance redoubled the mirth of the persons with whom he had been talking, and who still remained at the window.
D’Artagnan, seeing him approach, drew his sword a foot out of the scabbard.
« Ce cheval est décidément ou plutôt a été dans sa jeunesse bouton d' or, reprit l' inconnu continuant les investigations commencées et s' adressant à ses auditeurs de la fenêtre, sans paraître aucunement remarquer l' exaspération de d' Artagnan, qui cependant se redressait entre lui et eux. C' est une couleur fort connue en botanique, mais jusqu' à présent fort rare chez les chevaux.
"This horse is decidedly, or rather has been in his youth, a buttercup," resumed the stranger, continuing the remarks he had begun, and addressing himself to his auditors at the window, without paying the least attention to the exasperation of d’Artagnan, who, however placed himself between him and them. "It is a color very well known in botany, but till the present time very rare among horses."
"There are people who laugh at the horse that would not dare to laugh at the master," cried the young emulator of the furious Treville.
"I do not often laugh, sir," replied the stranger, "as you may perceive by the expression of my countenance; but nevertheless I retain the privilege of laughing when I please."
"And I," cried d’Artagnan, "will allow no man to laugh when it displeases me!"
"Indeed, sir," continued the stranger, more calm than ever; "well, that is perfectly right!" and turning on his heel, was about to re-enter the hostelry by the front gate, beneath which d’Artagnan on arriving had observed a saddled horse.
But, d’Artagnan was not of a character to allow a man to escape him thus who had the insolence to ridicule him.
He drew his sword entirely from the scabbard, and followed him, crying, "Turn, turn, Master Joker, lest I strike you behind!"
"Strike me!" said the other, turning on his heels, and surveying the young man with as much astonishment as contempt.
"Why, my good fellow, you must be mad!"
Then, in a suppressed tone, as if speaking to himself, "This is annoying," continued he. "What a godsend this would be for his Majesty, who is seeking everywhere for brave fellows to recruit for his Musketeers!"
He had scarcely finished, when d’Artagnan made such a furious lunge at him that if he had not sprung nimbly backward, it is probable he would have jested for the last time.
The stranger, then perceiving that the matter went beyond raillery, drew his sword, saluted his adversary, and seriously placed himself on guard.
But at the same moment, his two auditors, accompanied by the host, fell upon d’Artagnan with sticks, shovels and tongs.
Cela fit une diversion si rapide et si complète à l' attaque, que l' adversaire de d' Artagnan, pendant que celui -ci se retournait pour faire face à cette grêle de coups, rengainait avec la même précision, et, d' acteur qu' il avait manqué d' être, redevenait spectateur du combat, rôle dont il s' acquitta avec son impassibilité ordinaire, tout en marmottant néanmoins: « La peste soit des Gascons !
This caused so rapid and complete a diversion from the attack that d’Artagnan’s adversary, while the latter turned round to face this shower of blows, sheathed his sword with the same precision, and instead of an actor, which he had nearly been, became a spectator of the fight--a part in which he acquitted himself with his usual impassiveness, muttering, nevertheless, "A plague upon these Gascons!
Replace him on his orange horse, and let him begone!"
"Not before I have killed you, poltroon!" cried d’Artagnan, making the best face possible, and never retreating one step before his three assailants, who continued to shower blows upon him.
"Another gasconade!" murmured the gentleman. "By my honor, these Gascons are incorrigible!
Keep up the dance, then, since he will have it so.
When he is tired, he will perhaps tell us that he has had enough of it."
But the stranger knew not the headstrong personage he had to do with; d’Artagnan was not the man ever to cry for quarter.
The fight was therefore prolonged for some seconds; but at length d’Artagnan dropped his sword, which was broken in two pieces by the blow of a stick.
Another blow full upon his forehead at the same moment brought him to the ground, covered with blood and almost fainting.
It was at this moment that people came flocking to the scene of action from all sides.
The host, fearful of consequences, with the help of his servants carried the wounded man into the kitchen, where some trifling attentions were bestowed upon him.
As to the gentleman, he resumed his place at the window, and surveyed the crowd with a certain impatience, evidently annoyed by their remaining undispersed.
"Well, how is it with this madman?" exclaimed he, turning round as the noise of the door announced the entrance of the host, who came in to inquire if he was unhurt.
"Your excellency is safe and sound?" asked the host.
"Oh, yes! Perfectly safe and sound, my good host; and I wish to know what has become of our young man."
"He is better," said the host, "he fainted quite away."
-- Vraiment ? fit le gentilhomme.
"Indeed!" said the gentleman.
"But before he fainted, he collected all his strength to challenge you, and to defy you while challenging you."
"Why, this fellow must be the devil in person!" cried the stranger.
-- Oh ! non, Votre Excellence, ce n' est pas le diable, reprit l' hôte avec une grimace de mépris, car pendant son évanouissement nous l' avons fouillé, et il n' a dans son paquet qu' une chemise et dans sa bourse que onze écus, ce qui ne l' a pas empêché de dire en s' évanouissant que si pareille chose était arrivée à Paris, vous vous en repentiriez tout de suite, tandis qu' ici vous ne vous en repentirez que plus tard.
"Oh, no, your Excellency, he is not the devil," replied the host, with a grin of contempt; "for during his fainting we rummaged his valise and found nothing but a clean shirt and eleven crowns--which however, did not prevent his saying, as he was fainting, that if such a thing had happened in Paris, you should have cause to repent of it at a later period."
"Then," said the stranger coolly, "he must be some prince in disguise."
"I have told you this, good sir," resumed the host, "in order that you may be on your guard."
"Did he name no one in his passion?"
"Yes; he struck his pocket and said, ’We shall see what Monsieur de Treville will think of this insult offered to his protege.’"
"Monsieur de Treville?" said the stranger, becoming attentive, "he put his hand upon his pocket while pronouncing the name of Monsieur de Treville?
Now, my dear host, while your young man was insensible, you did not fail, I am quite sure, to ascertain what that pocket contained.
Qu' y avait -il ?
What was there in it?"
-- Une lettre adressée à M. de Tréville, capitaine des mousquetaires.
"A letter addressed to Monsieur de Treville, captain of the Musketeers."
-- En vérité!
"Exactly as I have the honor to tell your Excellency."
The host, who was not endowed with great perspicacity, did not observe the expression which his words had given to the physiognomy of the stranger.
The latter rose from the front of the window, upon the sill of which he had leaned with his elbow, and knitted his brow like a man disquieted.
"The devil!" murmured he, between his teeth. "Can Treville have set this Gascon upon me?
He is very young; but a sword thrust is a sword thrust, whatever be the age of him who gives it, and a youth is less to be suspected than an older man," and the stranger fell into a reverie which lasted some minutes.
Et l'inconnu tomba dans une réflexion qui dura quelques minutes.
"A weak obstacle is sometimes sufficient to overthrow a great design.
"Host," said he, "could you not contrive to get rid of this frantic boy for me?
In conscience, I cannot kill him; and yet," added he, with a coldly menacing expression, "he annoys me.
Where is he?"
-- Dans la chambre de ma femme, où on le panse, au premier étage.
"In my wife’s chamber, on the first flight, where they are dressing his wounds."
"His things and his bag are with him? Has he taken off his doublet?"
-- Tout cela, au contraire, est en bas dans la cuisine.
"On the contrary, everything is in the kitchen.
Mais puisqu' il vous gêne, ce jeune fou...
But if he annoys you, this young fool--"
"To be sure he does. He causes a disturbance in your hostelry, which respectable people cannot put up with.
Go; make out my bill and notify my servant."
-- Quoi ! Monsieur nous quitte déjà ?
"What, monsieur, will you leave us so soon?"
"You know that very well, as I gave my order to saddle my horse.
Have they not obeyed me?"
"It is done; as your Excellency may have observed, your horse is in the great gateway, ready saddled for your departure."
"That is well; do as I have directed you, then."
"What the devil!" said the host to himself. "Can he be afraid of this boy?"
But an imperious glance from the stranger stopped him short; he bowed humbly and retired.
"It is not necessary for Milady* to be seen by this fellow," continued the stranger. "She will soon pass; she is already late. I had better get on horseback, and go and meet her. I should like, however, to know what this letter addressed to Treville contains."
We are well aware that this term, milady, is only properly used when followed by a family name.
But we find it thus in the manuscript, and we do not choose to take upon ourselves to alter it.
And the stranger, muttering to himself, directed his steps toward the kitchen.
In the meantime, the host, who entertained no doubt that it was the presence of the young man that drove the stranger from his hostelry, re-ascended to his wife’s chamber, and found d’Artagnan just recovering his senses.
Alors, tout en lui faisant comprendre que la police pourrait bien lui faire un mauvais parti pour avoir été chercher querelle à un grand seigneur -- car, à l' avis de l' hôte, l' inconnu ne pouvait être qu' un grand seigneur --, il le détermina, malgré sa faiblesse, à se lever et à continuer son chemin.
Giving him to understand that the police would deal with him pretty severely for having sought a quarrel with a great lord--for the opinion of the host the stranger could be nothing less than a great lord--he insisted that notwithstanding his weakness d’Artagnan should get up and depart as quickly as possible.
D' Artagnan à moitié abasourdi, sans pourpoint et la tête tout emmaillotée de linges, se leva donc et, poussé par l' hôte, commença de descendre; mais, en arrivant à la cuisine, la première chose qu' il aperçut fut son provocateur qui causait tranquillement au marchepied d' un lourd carrosse attelé de deux gros chevaux normands.
D’Artagnan, half stupefied, without his doublet, and with his head bound up in a linen cloth, arose then, and urged by the host, began to descend the stairs; but on arriving at the kitchen, the first thing he saw was his antagonist talking calmly at the step of a heavy carriage, drawn by two large Norman horses.
His interlocutor, whose head appeared through the carriage window, was a woman of from twenty to two-and-twenty years.
We have already observed with what rapidity d’Artagnan seized the expression of a countenance.
He perceived then, at a glance, that this woman was young and beautiful; and her style of beauty struck him more forcibly from its being totally different from that of the southern countries in which d’Artagnan had hitherto resided.
She was pale and fair, with long curls falling in profusion over her shoulders, had large, blue, languishing eyes, rosy lips, and hands of alabaster.
Elle causait très vivement avec l' inconnu.
She was talking with great animation with the stranger.
"His Eminence, then, orders me--" said the lady.
"To return instantly to England, and to inform him as soon as the duke leaves London."
-- Et quant à mes autres instructions ? demanda la belle voyageuse.
"And as to my other instructions?" asked the fair traveler.
"They are contained in this box, which you will not open until you are on the other side of the Channel."
-- Très bien; et vous, que faites -vous ?
"Very well; and you--what will you do?"
-- Moi, je retourne à Paris.
"I--I return to Paris."
-- Sans châtier cet insolent petit garçon ? » demanda la dame.
"What, without chastising this insolent boy?" asked the lady.
The stranger was about to reply; but at the moment he opened his mouth, d’Artagnan, who had heard all, precipitated himself over the threshold of the door.
"This insolent boy chastises others," cried he; "and I hope that this time he whom he ought to chastise will not escape him as before."
"Will not escape him?" replied the stranger, knitting his brow.
"No; before a woman you would dare not fly, I presume?"
"Remember," said Milady, seeing the stranger lay his hand on his sword, "the least delay may ruin everything."
"You are right," cried the gentleman; "begone then, on your part, and I will depart as quickly on mine."
And bowing to the lady, sprang into his saddle, while her coachman applied his whip vigorously to his horses.
The two interlocutors thus separated, taking opposite directions, at full gallop.
"Pay him, booby!" cried the stranger to his servant, without checking the speed of his horse; and the man, after throwing two or three silver pieces at the foot of mine host, galloped after his master.
"Base coward! false gentleman!" cried d’Artagnan, springing forward, in his turn, after the servant.
But his wound had rendered him too weak to support such an exertion.
Scarcely had he gone ten steps when his ears began to tingle, a faintness seized him, a cloud of blood passed over his eyes, and he fell in the middle of the street, crying still, "Coward! coward! coward!"
"He is a coward, indeed," grumbled the host, drawing near to d’Artagnan, and endeavoring by this little flattery to make up matters with the young man, as the heron of the fable did with the snail he had despised the evening before.
«Oui, bien lâche, murmura d'Artagnan; mais elle, bien belle!
"Yes, a base coward," murmured d’Artagnan; "but she--she was very beautiful."
-- Qui, elle ? demanda l' hôte.
"What she?" demanded the host.
-- Milady », balbutia d' Artagnan. Et il s' évanouit une seconde fois.
"Milady," faltered d’Artagnan, and fainted a second time.
"Ah, it’s all one," said the host; "I have lost two customers, but this one remains, of whom I am pretty certain for some days to come.
There will be eleven crowns gained."
It is to be remembered that eleven crowns was just the sum that remained in d’Artagnan’s purse.
The host had reckoned upon eleven days of confinement at a crown a day, but he had reckoned without his guest.
Le lendemain, dès cinq heures du matin, d' Artagnan se leva, descendit lui-même à la cuisine, demanda, outre quelques autres ingrédients dont la liste n' est pas parvenue jusqu' à nous, du vin, de l' huile, du romarin, et, la recette de sa mère à la main, se composa un baume dont il oignit ses nombreuses blessures, renouvelant ses compresses lui- même et ne voulant admettre l' adjonction d' aucun médecin. Grâce sans doute à l' efficacité du baume de Bohême, et peut-être aussi grâce à l' absence de tout docteur, d' Artagnan se trouva sur pied dès le soir même, et à peu près guéri le lendemain.
On the following morning at five o’clock d’Artagnan arose, and descending to the kitchen without help, asked, among other ingredients the list of which has not come down to us, for some oil, some wine, and some rosemary, and with his mother’s recipe in his hand composed a balsam, with which he anointed his numerous wounds, replacing his bandages himself, and positively refusing the assistance of any doctor, d’Artagnan walked about that same evening, and was almost cured by the morrow.
Mais, au moment de payer ce romarin, cette huile et ce vin, seule dépense du maître qui avait gardé une diète absolue, tandis qu' au contraire le cheval jaune, au dire de l' hôtelier du moins, avait mangé trois fois plus qu' on n' eût raisonnablement pu le supposer pour sa taille, d' Artagnan ne trouva dans sa poche que sa petite bourse de velours râpé ainsi que les onze écus qu' elle contenait; mais quant à la lettre adressée à M. de Tréville, elle avait disparu.
But when the time came to pay for his rosemary, this oil, and the wine, the only expense the master had incurred, as he had preserved a strict abstinence--while on the contrary, the yellow horse, by the account of the hostler at least, had eaten three times as much as a horse of his size could reasonably supposed to have done--d’Artagnan found nothing in his pocket but his little old velvet purse with the eleven crowns it contained; for as to the letter addressed to M. de Treville, it had disappeared.
Le jeune homme commença par chercher cette lettre avec une grande patience, tournant et retournant vingt fois ses poches et ses goussets, fouillant et refouillant dans son sac, ouvrant et refermant sa bourse; mais lorsqu' il eut acquis la conviction que la lettre était introuvable, il entra dans un troisième accès de rage, qui faillit lui occasionner une nouvelle consommation de vin et d' huile aromatisés: car, en voyant cette jeune mauvaise tête s' échauffer et menacer de tout casser dans l' établissement si l' on ne retrouvait pas sa lettre, l' hôte s' était déjà saisi d' un épieu, sa femme d' un manche à balai, et ses garçons des mêmes bâtons qui avaient servi la surveille.
The young man commenced his search for the letter with the greatest patience, turning out his pockets of all kinds over and over again, rummaging and rerummaging in his valise, and opening and reopening his purse; but when he found that he had come to the conviction that the letter was not to be found, he flew, for the third time, into such a rage as was near costing him a fresh consumption of wine, oil, and rosemary--for upon seeing this hot-headed youth become exasperated and threaten to destroy everything in the establishment if his letter were not found, the host seized a spit, his wife a broom handle, and the servants the same sticks they had used the day before.
"My letter of recommendation!" cried d’Artagnan, "my letter of recommendation! or, the holy blood, I will spit you all like ortolans!"
Unfortunately, there was one circumstance which created a powerful obstacle to the accomplishment of this threat; which was, as we have related, that his sword had been in his first conflict broken in two, and which he had entirely forgotten.
Hence, it resulted when d’Artagnan proceeded to draw his sword in earnest, he found himself purely and simply armed with a stump of a sword about eight or ten inches in length, which the host had carefully placed in the scabbard.
As to the rest of the blade, the master had slyly put that on one side to make himself a larding pin.
But this deception would probably not have stopped our fiery young man if the host had not reflected that the reclamation which his guest made was perfectly just.
"But, after all," said he, lowering the point of his spit, "where is this letter?"
"Yes, where is this letter?" cried d’Artagnan. "In the first place, I warn you that that letter is for Monsieur de Treville, and it must be found, he will know how to find it."
His threat completed the intimidation of the host.
After the king and the cardinal, M. de Treville was the man whose name was perhaps most frequently repeated by the military, and even by citizens.
There was, to be sure, Father Joseph, but his name was never pronounced but with a subdued voice, such was the terror inspired by his Gray Eminence, as the cardinal’s familiar was called.
Throwing down his spit, and ordering his wife to do the same with her broom handle, and the servants with their sticks, he set the first example of commencing an earnest search for the lost letter.
"Does the letter contain anything valuable?" demanded the host, after a few minutes of useless investigation. "Zounds!
I think it does indeed!" cried the Gascon, who reckoned upon this letter for making his way at court. "It contained my fortune!"
-- Des bons sur l' épargne ? demanda l' hôte inquiet.
"Bills upon Spain?" asked the disturbed host.
"Bills upon his Majesty’s private treasury," answered d’Artagnan, who, reckoning upon entering into the king’s service in consequence of this recommendation, believed he could make this somewhat hazardous reply without telling of a falsehood.
« Diable ! fit l' hôte tout à fait désespéré.
"The devil!" cried the host, at his wit’s end.
"But it’s of no importance," continued d’Artagnan, with natural assurance; "it’s of no importance. The money is nothing; that letter was everything.
I would rather have lost a thousand pistoles than have lost it."
He would not have risked more if he had said twenty thousand; but a certain juvenile modesty restrained him.
A ray of light all at once broke upon the mind of the host as he was giving himself to the devil upon finding nothing.
"That letter is not lost!" cried he.
-- Ah ! fit d' Artagnan.
"What!" cried d’Artagnan.
"No, it has been stolen from you."
-- Prise! et par qui?
"Stolen? By whom?"
-- Par le gentilhomme d'hier.
"By the gentleman who was here yesterday.
He came down into the kitchen, where your doublet was.
He remained there some time alone.
I would lay a wager he has stolen it."
"Do you think so?" answered d’Artagnan, but little convinced, as he knew better than anyone else how entirely personal the value of this letter was, and was nothing in it likely to tempt cupidity. The fact was that none of his servants, none of the travelers present, could have gained anything by being possessed of this paper.
"Do you say," resumed d’Artagnan, "that you suspect that impertinent gentleman?"
-- Je vous dis que j' en suis sûr, continua l' hôte; lorsque je lui ai annoncé que Votre Seigneurie était le protégé de M. de Tréville, et que vous aviez même une lettre pour cet illustre gentilhomme, il a paru fort inquiet, m' a demandé où était cette lettre, et est descendu immédiatement à la cuisine où il savait qu' était votre pourpoint.
"I tell you I am sure of it," continued the host. "When I informed him that your lordship was the protege of Monsieur de Treville, and that you even had a letter for that illustrious gentleman, he appeared to be very much disturbed, and asked me where that letter was, and immediately came down into the kitchen, where he knew your doublet was."
"Then that’s my thief," replied d’Artagnan. "I will complain to Monsieur de Treville, and Monsieur de Treville will complain to the king."
Puis il tira majestueusement deux écus de sa poche, les donna à l' hôte, qui l' accompagna, le chapeau à la main, jusqu' à la porte, remonta sur son cheval jaune, qui le conduisit sans autre incident jusqu' à la porte Saint-Antoine à Paris, où son propriétaire le vendit trois écus, ce qui était fort bien payé, attendu que d' Artagnan l' avait fort surmené pendant la dernière étape.
He then drew two crowns majestically from his purse and gave them to the host, who accompanied him, cap in hand, to the gate, and remounted his yellow horse, which bore him without any further accident to the gate of St. Antoine at Paris, where his owner sold him for three crowns, which was a very good price, considering that d’Artagnan had ridden him hard during the last stage.
Thus the dealer to whom d’Artagnan sold him for the nine livres did not conceal from the young man that he only gave that enormous sum for him on the account of the originality of his color.
Thus d’Artagnan entered Paris on foot, carrying his little packet under his arm, and walked about till he found an apartment to be let on terms suited to the scantiness of his means.
Cette chambre fut une espèce de mansarde, sise rue des Fossoyeurs, près du Luxembourg.
This chamber was a sort of garret, situated in the Rue des Fossoyeurs, near the Luxembourg.
Aussitôt le denier à Dieu donné, d' Artagnan prit possession de son logement, passa le reste de la journée à coudre à son pourpoint et à ses chausses des passementeries que sa mère avait détachées d' un pourpoint presque neuf de M. d' Artagnan père, et qu' elle lui avait données en cachette; puis il alla quai de la Ferraille, faire remettre une lame à son épée; puis il revint au Louvre s' informer, au premier mousquetaire qu' il rencontra, de la situation de l' hôtel de M. de Tréville, lequel était situé rue du Vieux- Colombier, c'est-à-dire justement dans le voisinage de la chambre arrêtée par d' Artagnan: circonstance qui lui parut d' un heureux augure pour le succès de son voyage.
As soon as the earnest money was paid, d’Artagnan took possession of his lodging, and passed the remainder of the day in sewing onto his doublet and hose some ornamental braiding which his mother had taken off an almost-new doublet of the elder M. d’Artagnan, and which she had given her son secretly. Next he went to the Quai de Feraille to have a new blade put to his sword, and then returned toward the Louvre, inquiring of the first Musketeer he met for the situation of the hotel of M. de Treville, which proved to be in the Rue du Vieux-Colombier; that is to say, in the immediate vicinity of the chamber hired by d’Artagnan--a circumstance which appeared to furnish a happy augury for the success of his journey.
After this, satisfied with the way in which he had conducted himself at Meung, without remorse for the past, confident in the present, and full of hope for the future, he retired to bed and slept the sleep of the brave.
This sleep, provincial as it was, brought him to nine o’clock in the morning; at which hour he rose, in order to repair to the residence of M. de Treville, the third personage in the kingdom, in the paternal estimation.
CHAPITRE II L'ANTICHAMBRE DE M. DE TRÉVILLE
2 THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TREVILLE
M. de Troisvilles, comme s' appelait encore sa famille en Gascogne, ou M. de Tréville, comme il avait fini par s' appeler lui-même à Paris, avait réellement commencé comme d' Artagnan, c'est-à-dire sans un sou vaillant, mais avec ce fonds d' audace, d' esprit et d' entendement qui fait que le plus pauvre gentillâtre gascon reçoit souvent plus en ses espérances de l' héritage paternel que le plus riche gentilhomme périgourdin ou berrichon ne reçoit en réalité.
M de Troisville, as his family was still called in Gascony, or M. de Treville, as he has ended by styling himself in Paris, had really commenced life as d’Artagnan now did; that is to say, without a sou in his pocket, but with a fund of audacity, shrewdness, and intelligence which makes the poorest Gascon gentleman often derive more in his hope from the paternal inheritance than the richest Perigordian or Berrichan gentleman derives in reality from his.
His insolent bravery, his still more insolent success at a time when blows poured down like hail, had borne him to the top of that difficult ladder called Court Favor, which he had climbed four steps at a time.
He was the friend of the king, who honored highly, as everyone knows, the memory of his father, Henry IV.
Le père de M. de Tréville l' avait si fidèlement servi dans ses guerres contre la Ligue, qu' à défaut d' argent comptant -- chose qui toute la vie manqua au Béarnais, lequel paya constamment ses dettes avec la seule chose qu' il n' eût jamais besoin d' emprunter, c'est-à-dire avec de l' esprit --, qu' à défaut d' argent comptant, disons -nous, il l' avait autorisé, après la reddition de Paris, à prendre pour armes un lion d' or passant sur gueules avec cette devise: _Fidelis et fortis_.
The father of M. de Treville had served him so faithfully in his wars against the league that in default of money--a thing to which the Bearnais was accustomed all his life, and who constantly paid his debts with that of which he never stood in need of borrowing, that is to say, with ready wit--in default of money, we repeat, he authorized him, after the reduction of Paris, to assume for his arms a golden lion passant upon gules, with the motto FIDELIS ET FORTIS.
This was a great matter in the way of honor, but very little in the way of wealth; so that when the illustrious companion of the great Henry died, the only inheritance he was able to leave his son was his sword and his motto.
Grâce à ce double don et au nom sans tache qui l' accompagnait, M. de Tréville fut admis dans la maison du jeune prince, où il servit si bien de son épée et fut si fidèle à sa devise, que Louis XIII, une des bonnes lames du royaume, avait l' habitude de dire que, s' il avait un ami qui se battît, il lui donnerait le conseil de prendre pour second, lui d'abord, et Tréville après, et peut-être même avant lui.
Thanks to this double gift and the spotless name that accompanied it, M. de Treville was admitted into the household of the young prince where he made such good use of his sword, and was so faithful to his motto, that Louis XIII, one of the good blades of his kingdom, was accustomed to say that if he had a friend who was about to fight, he would advise him to choose as a second, himself first, and Treville next--or even, perhaps, before himself.
Thus Louis XIII had a real liking for Treville--a royal liking, a self-interested liking, it is true, but still a liking.
At that unhappy period it was an important consideration to be surrounded by such men as Treville.
Many might take for their device the epithet STRONG, which formed the second part of his motto, but very few gentlemen could lay claim to the FAITHFUL, which constituted the first. Treville was one of these latter.
Tréville était un de ces derniers; c' était une de ces rares organisations, à l' intelligence obéissante comme celle du dogue, à la valeur aveugle, à l' oeil rapide, à la main prompte, à qui l' oeil n' avait été donné que pour voir si le roi était mécontent de quelqu'un et la main que pour frapper ce déplaisant quelqu'un, un Besme, un Maurevers, un Poltrot de Méré, un Vitry. Enfin à Tréville, il n' avait manqué jusque -là que l' occasion; mais il la guettait, et il se promettait bien de la saisir par ses trois cheveux si jamais elle passait à la portée de sa main.
His was one of those rare organizations, endowed with an obedient intelligence like that of the dog; with a blind valor, a quick eye, and a prompt hand; to whom sight appeared only to be given to see if the king were dissatisfied with anyone, and the hand to strike this displeasing personage, whether a Besme, a Maurevers, a Poltiot de Mere, or a Vitry. In short, up to this period nothing had been wanting to Treville but opportunity; but he was ever on the watch for it, and he faithfully promised himself that he would not fail to seize it by its three hairs whenever it came within reach of his hand.
At last Louis XIII made Treville the captain of his Musketeers, who were to Louis XIII in devotedness, or rather in fanaticism, what his Ordinaries had been to Henry III, and his Scotch Guard to Louis XI.
De son côté, et sous ce rapport, le cardinal n' était pas en reste avec le roi.
On his part, the cardinal was not behind the king in this respect.
When he saw the formidable and chosen body with which Louis XIII had surrounded himself, this second, or rather this first king of France, became desirous that he, too, should have his guard.
He had his Musketeers therefore, as Louis XIII had his, and these two powerful rivals vied with each other in procuring, not only from all the provinces of France, but even from all foreign states, the most celebrated swordsmen.
It was not uncommon for Richelieu and Louis XIII to dispute over their evening game of chess upon the merits of their servants.
Each boasted the bearing and the courage of his own people. While exclaiming loudly against duels and brawls, they excited them secretly to quarrel, deriving an immoderate satisfaction or genuine regret from the success or defeat of their own combatants.
We learn this from the memoirs of a man who was concerned in some few of these defeats and in many of these victories.
Treville had grasped the weak side of his master; and it was to this address that he owed the long and constant favor of a king who has not left the reputation behind him of being very faithful in his friendships.
He paraded his Musketeers before the Cardinal Armand Duplessis with an insolent air which made the gray moustache of his Eminence curl with ire.
Treville understood admirably the war method of that period, in which he who could not live at the expense of the enemy must live at the expense of his compatriots. His soldiers formed a legion of devil-may-care fellows, perfectly undisciplined toward all but himself.
Débraillés, avinés, écorchés, les mousquetaires du roi, ou plutôt ceux de M. de Tréville, s' épandaient dans les cabarets, dans les promenades, dans les jeux publics, criant fort et retroussant leurs moustaches, faisant sonner leurs épées, heurtant avec volupté les gardes de M. le cardinal quand ils les rencontraient; puis dégainant en pleine rue, avec mille plaisanteries; tués quelquefois, mais sûrs en ce cas d' être pleurés et vengés; tuant souvent, et sûrs alors de ne pas moisir en prison, M. de Tréville étant là pour les réclamer.
Loose, half-drunk, imposing, the king’s Musketeers, or rather M. de Treville’s, spread themselves about in the cabarets, in the public walks, and the public sports, shouting, twisting their mustaches, clanking their swords, and taking great pleasure in annoying the Guards of the cardinal whenever they could fall in with them; then drawing in the open streets, as if it were the best of all possible sports; sometimes killed, but sure in that case to be both wept and avenged; often killing others, but then certain of not rotting in prison, M. de Treville being there to claim them.
Aussi M. de Tréville était -il loué sur tous les tons, chanté sur toutes les gammes par ces hommes qui l' adoraient, et qui, tout gens de sac et de corde qu' ils étaient, tremblaient devant lui comme des écoliers devant leur maître, obéissant au moindre mot, et prêts à se faire tuer pour laver le moindre reproche.
Thus M. de Treville was praised to the highest note by these men, who adored him, and who, ruffians as they were, trembled before him like scholars before their master, obedient to his least word, and ready to sacrifice themselves to wash out the smallest insult.
M. de Tréville avait usé de ce levier puissant, pour le roi d'abord et les amis du roi, -- puis pour lui-même et pour ses amis.
M de Treville employed this powerful weapon for the king, in the first place, and the friends of the king--and then for himself and his own friends.
Au reste, dans aucun des mémoires de ce temps, qui a laissé tant de mémoires, on ne voit que ce digne gentilhomme ait été accusé, même par ses ennemis -- et il en avait autant parmi les gens de plume que chez les gens d' épée --, nulle part on ne voit, disons -nous, que ce digne gentilhomme ait été accusé de se faire payer la coopération de ses séides.
For the rest, in the memoirs of this period, which has left so many memoirs, one does not find this worthy gentleman blamed even by his enemies; and he had many such among men of the pen as well as among men of the sword. In no instance, let us say, was this worthy gentleman accused of deriving personal advantage from the cooperation of his minions.
Endowed with a rare genius for intrigue which rendered him the equal of the ablest intriguers, he remained an honest man.
Bien plus, en dépit des grandes estocades qui déhanchent et des exercices pénibles qui fatiguent, il était devenu un des plus galants coureurs de ruelles, un des plus fins damerets, un des plus alambiqués diseurs de Phébus de son époque; on parlait des bonnes fortunes de Tréville comme on avait parlé vingt ans auparavant de celles de Bassompierre -- et ce n' était pas peu dire.
Still further, in spite of sword thrusts which weaken, and painful exercises which fatigue, he had become one of the most gallant frequenters of revels, one of the most insinuating lady’s men, one of the softest whisperers of interesting nothings of his day; the BONNES FORTUNES of de Treville were talked of as those of M. de Bassompierre had been talked of twenty years before, and that was not saying a little.
The captain of the Musketeers was therefore admired, feared, and loved; and this constitutes the zenith of human fortune.
Louis XIV absorbed all the smaller stars of his court in his own vast radiance; but his father, a sun PLURIBUS IMPAR, left his personal splendor to each of his favorites, his individual value to each of his courtiers.
In addition to the leeves of the king and the cardinal, there might be reckoned in Paris at that time more than two hundred smaller but still noteworthy leeves. Among these two hundred leeves, that of Treville was one of the most sought.
La cour de son hôtel, situé rue du Vieux-Colombier, ressemblait à un camp, et cela dès six heures du matin en été et dès huit heures en hiver. Cinquante à soixante mousquetaires, qui semblaient s' y relayer pour présenter un nombre toujours imposant, s' y promenaient sans cesse, armés en guerre et prêts à tout.
The court of his hotel, situated in the Rue du Vieux-Colombier, resembled a camp from by six o’clock in the morning in summer and eight o’clock in winter. From fifty to sixty Musketeers, who appeared to replace one another in order always to present an imposing number, paraded constantly, armed to the teeth and ready for anything.
Le long d' un de ses grands escaliers sur l' emplacement desquels notre civilisation bâtirait une maison tout entière, montaient et descendaient les solliciteurs de Paris qui couraient après une faveur quelconque, les gentilshommes de province avides d' être enrôlés, et les laquais chamarrés de toutes couleurs, qui venaient apporter à M. de Tréville les messages de leurs maîtres.
On one of those immense staircases, upon whose space modern civilization would build a whole house, ascended and descended the office seekers of Paris, who ran after any sort of favor--gentlemen from the provinces anxious to be enrolled, and servants in all sorts of liveries, bringing and carrying messages between their masters and M. de Treville.
In the antechamber, upon long circular benches, reposed the elect; that is to say, those who were called.
Un bourdonnement durait là depuis le matin jusqu' au soir, tandis que M. de Tréville, dans son cabinet contigu à cette antichambre, recevait les visites, écoutait les plaintes, donnait ses ordres et, comme le roi à son balcon du Louvre, n' avait qu' à se mettre à sa fenêtre pour passer la revue des hommes et des armes.
In this apartment a continued buzzing prevailed from morning till night, while M. de Treville, in his office contiguous to this antechamber, received visits, listened to complaints, gave his orders, and like the king in his balcony at the Louvre, had only to place himself at the window to review both his men and arms.
The day on which d’Artagnan presented himself the assemblage was imposing, particularly for a provincial just arriving from his province. It is true that this provincial was a Gascon; and that, particularly at this period, the compatriots of d’Artagnan had the reputation of not being easily intimidated.
When he had once passed the massive door covered with long square-headed nails, he fell into the midst of a troop of swordsmen, who crossed one another in their passage, calling out, quarreling, and playing tricks one with another.
In order to make one’s way amid these turbulent and conflicting waves, it was necessary to be an officer, a great noble, or a pretty woman.
It was, then, into the midst of this tumult and disorder that our young man advanced with a beating heat, ranging his long rapier up his lanky leg, and keeping one hand on the edge of his cap, with that half-smile of the embarrassed a provincial who wishes to put on a good face.
When he had passed one group he began to breathe more freely; but he could not help observing that they turned round to look at him, and for the first time in his life d’Artagnan, who had till that day entertained a very good opinion of himself, felt ridiculous.
Arrived at the staircase, it was still worse. There were four Musketeers on the bottom steps, amusing themselves with the following exercise, while ten or twelve of their comrades waited upon the landing place to take their turn in the sport.
One of them, stationed upon the top stair, naked sword in hand, prevented, or at least endeavored to prevent, the three others from ascending.
Ces trois autres s' escrimaient contre lui de leurs épées fort agiles.
These three others fenced against him with their agile swords.
D' Artagnan prit d'abord ces fers pour des fleurets d' escrime, il les crut boutonnés: mais il reconnut bientôt à certaines égratignures que chaque arme, au contraire, était affilée et aiguisée à souhait, et à chacune de ces égratignures, non seulement les spectateurs, mais encore les acteurs riaient comme des fous.
D’Artagnan at first took these weapons for foils, and believed them to be buttoned; but he soon perceived by certain scratches that every weapon was pointed and sharpened, and that at each of these scratches not only the spectators, but even the actors themselves, laughed like so many madmen.
He who at the moment occupied the upper step kept his adversaries marvelously in check.
A circle was formed around them. The conditions required that at every hit the man touched should quit the game, yielding his turn for the benefit of the adversary who had hit him.
In five minutes three were slightly wounded, one on the hand, another on the ear, by the defender of the stair, who himself remained intact--a piece of skill which was worth to him, according to the rules agreed upon, three turns of favor.
Si difficile non pas qu' il fût, mais qu' il voulût être à étonner, ce passe-temps étonna notre jeune voyageur; il avait vu dans sa province, cette terre où s' échauffent cependant si promptement les têtes, un peu plus de préliminaires aux duels, et la gasconnade de ces quatre joueurs lui parut la plus forte de toutes celles qu' il avait ouïes jusqu' alors, même en Gascogne.
However difficult it might be, or rather as he pretended it was, to astonish our young traveler, this pastime really astonished him. He had seen in his province--that land in which heads become so easily heated--a few of the preliminaries of duels; but the daring of these four fencers appeared to him the strongest he had ever heard of even in Gascony.
He believed himself transported into that famous country of giants into which Gulliver afterward went and was so frightened; and yet he had not gained the goal, for there were still the landing place and the antechamber.
On the landing they were no longer fighting, but amused themselves with stories about women, and in the antechamber, with stories about the court.
On the landing d’Artagnan blushed; in the antechamber he trembled.
Son imagination éveillée et vagabonde, qui en Gascogne le rendait redoutable aux jeunes femmes de chambre et même quelquefois aux jeunes maîtresses, n' avait jamais rêvé, même dans ces moments de délire, la moitié de ces merveilles amoureuses et le quart de ces prouesses galantes, rehaussées des noms les plus connus et des détails les moins voilés.
His warm and fickle imagination, which in Gascony had rendered formidable to young chambermaids, and even sometimes their mistresses, had never dreamed, even in moments of delirium, of half the amorous wonders or a quarter of the feats of gallantry which were here set forth in connection with names the best known and with details the least concealed.
But if his morals were shocked on the landing, his respect for the cardinal was scandalized in the antechamber.
Là, à son grand étonnement, d' Artagnan entendait critiquer tout haut la politique qui faisait trembler l' Europe, et la vie privée du cardinal, que tant de hauts et puissants seigneurs avaient été punis d' avoir tenté d' approfondir: ce grand homme, révéré par M. d' Artagnan père, servait de risée aux mousquetaires de M. de Tréville, qui raillaient ses jambes cagneuses et son dos voûté; quelques-uns chantaient des Noëls sur Mme d' Aiguillon, sa maîtresse, et Mme de Combalet, sa nièce, tandis que les autres liaient des parties contre les pages et les gardes du cardinal-duc, toutes choses qui paraissaient à d' Artagnan de monstrueuses impossibilités.
There, to his great astonishment, d’Artagnan heard the policy which made all Europe tremble criticized aloud and openly, as well as the private life of the cardinal, which so many great nobles had been punished for trying to pry into. That great man who was so revered by d’Artagnan the elder served as an object of ridicule to the Musketeers of Treville, who cracked their jokes upon his bandy legs and his crooked back. Some sang ballads about Mme. d’Aguillon, his mistress, and Mme. Cambalet, his niece; while others formed parties and plans to annoy the pages and guards of the cardinal duke--all things which appeared to d’Artagnan monstrous impossibilities.
Cependant, quand le nom du roi intervenait parfois tout à coup à l' improviste au milieu de tous ces quolibets cardinalesques, une espèce de bâillon calfeutrait pour un moment toutes ces bouches moqueuses; on regardait avec hésitation autour de soi, et l' on semblait craindre l' indiscrétion de la cloison du cabinet de M. de Tréville; mais bientôt une allusion ramenait la conversation sur Son Éminence, et alors les éclats reprenaient de plus belle, et la lumière n' était ménagée sur aucune de ses actions.
Nevertheless, when the name of the king was now and then uttered unthinkingly amid all these cardinal jests, a sort of gag seemed to close for a moment on all these jeering mouths. They looked hesitatingly around them, and appeared to doubt the thickness of the partition between them and the office of M. de Treville; but a fresh allusion soon brought back the conversation to his Eminence, and then the laughter recovered its loudness and the light was not withheld from any of his actions.
"Certes, these fellows will all either be imprisoned or hanged," thought the terrified d’Artagnan, "and I, no doubt, with them; for from the moment I have either listened to or heard them, I shall be held as an accomplice.
What would my good father say, who so strongly pointed out to me the respect due to the cardinal, if he knew I was in the society of such pagans?"
Aussi comme on s' en doute sans que je le dise, d' Artagnan n' osait se livrer à la conversation; seulement il regardait de tous ses yeux, écoutant de toutes ses oreilles, tendant avidement ses cinq sens pour ne rien perdre, et malgré sa confiance dans les recommandations paternelles, il se sentait porté par ses goûts et entraîné par ses instincts à louer plutôt qu' à blâmer les choses inouïes qui se passaient là.
We have no need, therefore, to say that d’Artagnan dared not join in the conversation, only he looked with all his eyes and listened with all his ears, stretching his five senses so as to lose nothing; and despite his confidence on the paternal admonitions, he felt himself carried by his tastes and led by his instincts to praise rather than to blame the unheard-of things which were taking place.
Although he was a perfect stranger in the court of M. de Treville’s courtiers, and this his first appearance in that place, he was at length noticed, and somebody came and asked him what he wanted.
À cette demande, d' Artagnan se nomma fort humblement, s' appuya du titre de compatriote, et pria le valet de chambre qui était venu lui faire cette question de demander pour lui à M. de Tréville un moment d' audience, demande que celui -ci promit d' un ton protecteur de transmettre en temps et lieu.
At this demand d’Artagnan gave his name very modestly, emphasized the title of compatriot, and begged the servant who had put the question to him to request a moment’s audience of M. de Treville--a request which the other, with an air of protection, promised to transmit in due season.
D’Artagnan, a little recovered from his first surprise, had now leisure to study costumes and physiognomy.
The center of the most animated group was a Musketeer of great height and haughty countenance, dressed in a costume so peculiar as to attract general attention.
Il ne portait pas, pour le moment, la casaque d' uniforme, qui, au reste, n' était pas absolument obligatoire dans cette époque de liberté moindre mais d' indépendance plus grande, mais un justaucorps bleu de ciel, tant soit peu fané et râpé, et sur cet habit un baudrier magnifique, en broderies d' or, et qui reluisait comme les écailles dont l' eau se couvre au grand soleil.
He did not wear the uniform cloak--which was not obligatory at that epoch of less liberty but more independence--but a cerulean-blue doublet, a little faded and worn, and over this a magnificent baldric, worked in gold, which shone like water ripples in the sun.
A long cloak of crimson velvet fell in graceful folds from his shoulders, disclosing in front the splendid baldric, from which was suspended a gigantic rapier.
This Musketeer had just come off guard, complained of having a cold, and coughed from time to time affectedly.
It was for this reason, as he said to those around him, that he had put on his cloak; and while he spoke with a lofty air and twisted his mustache disdainfully, all admired his embroidered baldric, and d’Artagnan more than anyone.
"What would you have?" said the Musketeer. "This fashion is coming in. It is a folly, I admit, but still it is the fashion.
Besides, one must lay out one’s inheritance somehow."
"Ah, Porthos!" cried one of his companions, "don’t try to make us believe you obtained that baldric by paternal generosity. It was given to you by that veiled lady I met you with the other Sunday, near the gate St. Honor."
"No, upon honor and by the faith of a gentleman, I bought it with the contents of my own purse," answered he whom they designated by the name Porthos.
"Yes; about in the same manner," said another Musketeer, "that I bought this new purse with what my mistress put into the old one."
"It’s true, though," said Porthos; "and the proof is that I paid twelve pistoles for it."
The wonder was increased, though the doubt continued to exist.
"Is it not true, Aramis?" said Porthos, turning toward another Musketeer.
Cet autre mousquetaire formait un contraste parfait avec celui qui l' interrogeait et qui venait de le désigner sous le nom d' Aramis: c' était un jeune homme de vingt-deux à vingt-trois ans à peine, à la figure naïve et doucereuse, à l' oeil noir et doux et aux joues roses et veloutées comme une pêche en automne; sa moustache fine dessinait sur sa lèvre supérieure une ligne d' une rectitude parfaite; ses mains semblaient craindre de s' abaisser, de peur que leurs veines ne se gonflassent, et de temps en temps il se pinçait le bout des oreilles pour les maintenir d' un incarnat tendre et transparent.
This other Musketeer formed a perfect contrast to his interrogator, who had just designated him by the name of Aramis. He was a stout man, of about two- or three-and-twenty, with an open, ingenuous countenance, a black, mild eye, and cheeks rosy and downy as an autumn peach. His delicate mustache marked a perfectly straight line upon his upper lip; he appeared to dread to lower his hands lest their veins should swell, and he pinched the tips of his ears from time to time to preserve their delicate pink transparency.
Habitually he spoke little and slowly, bowed frequently, laughed without noise, showing his teeth, which were fine and of which, as the rest of his person, he appeared to take great care.
Il répondit par un signe de tête affirmatif à l' interpellation de son ami.
He answered the appeal of his friend by an affirmative nod of the head.
This affirmation appeared to dispel all doubts with regard to the baldric. They continued to admire it, but said no more about it; and with a rapid change of thought, the conversation passed suddenly to another subject.
"What do you think of the story Chalais’s esquire relates?" asked another Musketeer, without addressing anyone in particular, but on the contrary speaking to everybody.
"And what does he say?" asked Porthos, in a self-sufficient tone.
"He relates that he met at Brussels Rochefort, the AME DAMNEE of the cardinal disguised as a Capuchin, and that this cursed Rochefort, thanks to his disguise, had tricked Monsieur de Laigues, like a ninny as he is."
"A ninny, indeed!" said Porthos; "but is the matter certain?"
-- Je la tiens d' Aramis, répondit le mousquetaire.
"I had it from Aramis," replied the Musketeer.
"Why, you knew it, Porthos," said Aramis. "I told you of it yesterday. Let us say no more about it."
-- N' en parlons plus, voilà votre opinion à vous, reprit Porthos.
"Say no more about it? That’s YOUR opinion!" replied Porthos.
"Say no more about it!
PESTE! You come to your conclusions quickly.
What! The cardinal sets a spy upon a gentleman, has his letters stolen from him by means of a traitor, a brigand, a rascal-has, with the help of this spy and thanks to this correspondence, Chalais’s throat cut, under the stupid pretext that he wanted to kill the king and marry Monsieur to the queen!
Nobody knew a word of this enigma. You unraveled it yesterday to the great satisfaction of all; and while we are still gaping with wonder at the news, you come and tell us today, ’Let us say no more about it.’"
"Well, then, let us talk about it, since you desire it," replied Aramis, patiently.
"This Rochefort," cried Porthos, "if I were the esquire of poor Chalais, should pass a minute or two very uncomfortably with me."
"And you--you would pass rather a sad quarter-hour with the Red Duke," replied Aramis. "Oh, the Red Duke!
Bravo! Bravo! The Red Duke!" cried Porthos, clapping his hands and nodding his head.
Le « duc Rouge » est charmant.
"The Red Duke is capital.
Je répandrai le mot, mon cher, soyez tranquille.
I’ll circulate that saying, be assured, my dear fellow.
A- t -il de l' esprit, cet Aramis !
Who says this Aramis is not a wit?
What a misfortune it is you did not follow your first vocation; what a delicious abbe you would have made!"
"Oh, it’s only a temporary postponement," replied Aramis; "I shall be one someday. You very well know, Porthos, that I continue to study theology for that purpose."
"He will be one, as he says," cried Porthos; "he will be one, sooner or later."
-- Tôt, dit Aramis.
"Sooner." said Aramis.
"He only waits for one thing to determine him to resume his cassock, which hangs behind his uniform," said another Musketeer.
"What is he waiting for?" asked another.
"Only till the queen has given an heir to the crown of France."
"No jesting upon that subject, gentlemen," said Porthos; "thank God the queen is still of an age to give one!"
"They say that Monsieur de Buckingham is in France," replied Aramis, with a significant smile which gave to this sentence, apparently so simple, a tolerably scandalous meaning.
"Aramis, my good friend, this time you are wrong," interrupted Porthos. "Your wit is always leading you beyond bounds; if Monsieur de Treville heard you, you would repent of speaking thus."
"Are you going to give me a lesson, Porthos?" cried Aramis, from whose usually mild eye a flash passed like lightning.
-- Mon cher, soyez mousquetaire ou abbé.
"My dear fellow, be a Musketeer or an abbe.
Soyez l'un ou l'autre, mais pas l'un et l'autre, reprit Porthos.
Be one or the other, but not both," replied Porthos.
"You know what Athos told you the other day; you eat at everybody’s mess.
Ah, don’t be angry, I beg of you, that would be useless; you know what is agreed upon between you, Athos and me.
You go to Madame d’Aguillon’s, and you pay your court to her; you go to Madame de Bois-Tracy’s, the cousin of Madame de Chevreuse, and you pass for being far advanced in the good graces of that lady. Oh, good Lord!
Don’t trouble yourself to reveal your good luck; no one asks for your secret-all the world knows your discretion.
But since you possess that virtue, why the devil don’t you make use of it with respect to her Majesty? Let whoever likes talk of the king and the cardinal, and how he likes; but the queen is sacred, and if anyone speaks of her, let it be respectfully."
"Porthos, you are as vain as Narcissus; I plainly tell you so," replied Aramis. "You know I hate moralizing, except when it is done by Athos.
As to you, good sir, you wear too magnificent a baldric to be strong on that head. I will be an abbe if it suits me.
In the meanwhile I am a Musketeer; in that quality I say what I please, and at this moment it pleases me to say that you weary me."
-- Eh ! messieurs ! messieurs ! s' écria -t-on autour d' eux.
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" cried the surrounding group.
"Monsieur de Treville awaits Monsieur d’Artagnan," cried a servant, throwing open the door of the cabinet.
À cette annonce, pendant laquelle la porte demeurait ouverte, chacun se tut, et au milieu du silence général le jeune Gascon traversa l' antichambre dans une partie de sa longueur et entra chez le capitaine des mousquetaires, se félicitant de tout son coeur d' échapper aussi à point à la fin de cette bizarre querelle.
At this announcement, during which the door remained open, everyone became mute, and amid the general silence the young man crossed part of the length of the antechamber, and entered the apartment of the captain of the Musketeers, congratulating himself with all his heart at having so narrowly escaped the end of this strange quarrel.
CHAPITRE III L'AUDIENCE
3 THE AUDIENCE
M. de Tréville était pour le moment de fort méchante humeur; néanmoins il salua poliment le jeune homme, qui s' inclina jusqu' à terre, et il sourit en recevant son compliment, dont l' accent béarnais lui rappela à la fois sa jeunesse et son pays, double souvenir qui fait sourire l' homme à tous les âges. Mais, se rapprochant presque aussitôt de l' antichambre et faisant à d' Artagnan un signe de la main, comme pour lui demander la permission d' en finir avec les autres avant de commencer avec lui, il appela trois fois, en grossissant la voix à chaque fois, de sorte qu' il parcourut tous les tons intervallaires entre l' accent impératif et l' accent irrité:
M de Treville was at the moment in rather ill-humor, nevertheless he saluted the young man politely, who bowed to the very ground; and he smiled on receiving d’Artagnan’s response, the Bearnese accent of which recalled to him at the same time his youth and his country--a double remembrance which makes a man smile at all ages; but stepping toward the antechamber and making a sign to d’Artagnan with his hand, as if to ask his permission to finish with others before he began with him, he called three times, with a louder voice at each time, so that he ran through the intervening tones between the imperative accent and the angry accent.
The two Musketeers with whom we have already made acquaintance, and who answered to the last of these three names, immediately quitted the group of which they had formed a part, and advanced toward the cabinet, the door of which closed after them as soon as they had entered.
Their appearance, although it was not quite at ease, excited by its carelessness, at once full of dignity and submission, the admiration of d’Artagnan, who beheld in these two men demigods, and in their leader an Olympian Jupiter, armed with all his thunders.
Quand les deux mousquetaires furent entrés, quand la porte fut refermée derrière eux, quand le murmure bourdonnant de l' antichambre, auquel l' appel qui venait d' être fait avait sans doute donné un nouvel aliment eut recommencé; quand enfin M. de Tréville eut trois ou quatre fois arpenté, silencieux et le sourcil froncé, toute la longueur de son cabinet, passant chaque fois devant Porthos et Aramis, roides et muets comme à la parade, il s' arrêta tout à coup en face d' eux, et les couvrant des pieds à la tête d' un regard irrité:
When the two Musketeers had entered; when the door was closed behind them; when the buzzing murmur of the antechamber, to which the summons which had been made had doubtless furnished fresh food, had recommenced; when M. de Treville had three or four times paced in silence, and with a frowning brow, the whole length of his cabinet, passing each time before Porthos and Aramis, who were as upright and silent as if on parade--he stopped all at once full in front of them, and covering them from head to foot with an angry look, "Do you know what the king said to me," cried he, "and that no longer ago than yesterday evening--do you know, gentlemen?"
"No," replied the two Musketeers, after a moment’s silence, "no, sir, we do not."
"But I hope that you will do us the honor to tell us," added Aramis, in his politest tone and with his most graceful bow.
"He told me that he should henceforth recruit his Musketeers from among the Guards of Monsieur the Cardinal."
"The Guards of the cardinal!
-- Parmi les gardes de M. le cardinal ! et pourquoi cela ? demanda vivement Porthos.
And why so?" asked Porthos, warmly.
"Because he plainly perceives that his piquette* stands in need of being enlivened by a mixture of good wine."
Les deux mousquetaires rougirent jusqu' au blanc des yeux.
A watered liquor, made from the second pressing of the grape.
The two Musketeers reddened to the whites of their eyes. d’Artagnan did not know where he was, and wished himself a hundred feet underground.
"Yes, yes," continued M. de Treville, growing warmer as he spoke, "and his majesty was right; for, upon my honor, it is true that the Musketeers make but a miserable figure at court.
M. le cardinal racontait hier au jeu du roi, avec un air de condoléance qui me déplut fort, qu' avant-hier ces damnés mousquetaires, ces diables à quatre -- il appuyait sur ces mots avec un accent ironique qui me déplut encore davantage --, ces pourfendeurs, ajoutait -il en me regardant de son oeil de chat-tigre, s' étaient attardés rue Férou, dans un cabaret, et qu' une ronde de ses gardes -- j' ai cru qu' il allait me rire au nez -- avait été forcée d' arrêter les perturbateurs.
The cardinal related yesterday while playing with the king, with an air of condolence very displeasing to me, that the day before yesterday those DAMNED MUSKETEERS, those DAREDEVILS--he dwelt upon those words with an ironical tone still more displeasing to me--those BRAGGARTS, added he, glancing at me with his tiger-cat’s eye, had made a riot in the Rue Ferou in a cabaret, and that a party of his Guards (I thought he was going to laugh in my face) had been forced to arrest the rioters!
MORBLEU! You must know something about it.
Arrêter des mousquetaires !
You were among them--you were!
Don’t deny it; you were recognized, and the cardinal named you.
But it’s all my fault; yes, it’s all my fault, because it is myself who selects my men.
You, Aramis, why the devil did you ask me for a uniform when you would have been so much better in a cassock?
And you, Porthos, do you only wear such a fine golden baldric to suspend a sword of straw from it?
Et Athos ! je ne vois pas Athos.
And Athos--I don’t see Athos.
Where is he?"
"Ill--" "Very ill, say you?
-- Malade, fort malade, dites -vous ? et de quelle maladie ?
And of what malady?"
"It is feared that it may be the smallpox, sir," replied Porthos, desirous of taking his turn in the conversation; "and what is serious is that it will certainly spoil his face."
-- De la petite vérole!
Voilà encore une glorieuse histoire que vous me contez là, Porthos !...
That’s a great story to tell me, Porthos!
Malade de la petite vérole, à son âge?...
Sick of the smallpox at his age!
No, no; but wounded without doubt, killed, perhaps.
Ah ! si je le savais !... Sangdieu ! messieurs les mousquetaires, je n' entends pas que l' on hante ainsi les mauvais lieux, qu' on se prenne de querelle dans la rue et qu' on joue de l' épée dans les carrefours. Je ne veux pas enfin qu' on prête à rire aux gardes de M. le cardinal, qui sont de braves gens, tranquilles, adroits, qui ne se mettent jamais dans le cas d' être arrêtés, et qui d'ailleurs ne se laisseraient pas arrêter, eux !... j' en suis sûr...
Ah, if I knew! S’blood! Messieurs Musketeers, I will not have this haunting of bad places, this quarreling in the streets, this swordplay at the crossways; and above all, I will not have occasion given for the cardinal’s Guards, who are brave, quiet, skillful men who never put themselves in a position to be arrested, and who, besides, never allow themselves to be arrested, to laugh at you!
I am sure of it--they would prefer dying on the spot to being arrested or taking back a step.
To save yourselves, to scamper away, to flee--that is good for the king’s Musketeers!"
Porthos et Aramis frémissaient de rage.
Porthos and Aramis trembled with rage.
They could willingly have strangled M. de Treville, if, at the bottom of all this, they had not felt it was the great love he bore them which made him speak thus.
They stamped upon the carpet with their feet; they bit their lips till the blood came, and grasped the hilts of their swords with all their might.
All without had heard, as we have said, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis called, and had guessed, from M. de Treville’s tone of voice, that he was very angry about something.
Ten curious heads were glued to the tapestry and became pale with fury; for their ears, closely applied to the door, did not lose a syllable of what he said, while their mouths repeated as he went on, the insulting expressions of the captain to all the people in the antechamber.
En un instant depuis la porte du cabinet jusqu' à la porte de la rue, tout l' hôtel fut en ébullition.
In an instant, from the door of the cabinet to the street gate, the whole hotel was boiling. "Ah!
The king’s Musketeers are arrested by the Guards of the cardinal, are they?" continued M. de Treville, as furious at heart as his soldiers, but emphasizing his words and plunging them, one by one, so to say, like so many blows of a stiletto, into the bosoms of his auditors. "What!
« Ah ! six gardes de Son Éminence arrêtent six mousquetaires de Sa Majesté !
Six of his Eminence’s Guards arrest six of his Majesty’s Musketeers!
MORBLEU! My part is taken!
I will go straight to the louvre; I will give in my resignation as captain of the king’s Musketeers to take a lieutenancy in the cardinal’s Guards, and if he refuses me, MORBLEU! I will turn abbe."
At these words, the murmur without became an explosion; nothing was to be heard but oaths and blasphemies.
Les morbleu ! les sangdieu ! les morts de tous les diables ! se croisaient dans l' air.
The MORBLEUS, the SANG DIEUS, the MORTS TOUTS LES DIABLES, crossed one another in the air.
D’Artagnan looked for some tapestry behind which he might hide himself, and felt an immense inclination to crawl under the table.
"Well, my Captain," said Porthos, quite beside himself, "the truth is that we were six against six. But we were not captured by fair means; and before we had time to draw our swords, two of our party were dead, and Athos, grievously wounded, was very little better. For you know Athos.
Well, Captain, he endeavored twice to get up, and fell again twice. And we did not surrender--no!
They dragged us away by force.
On the way we escaped.
As for Athos, they believed him to be dead, and left him very quiet on the field of battle, not thinking it worth the trouble to carry him away.
That’s the whole story.
Que diable, capitaine ! on ne gagne pas toutes les batailles.
What the devil, Captain, one cannot win all one’s battles!
The great Pompey lost that of Pharsalia; and Francis the First, who was, as I have heard say, as good as other folks, nevertheless lost the Battle of Pavia."
"And I have the honor of assuring you that I killed one of them with his own sword," said Aramis; "for mine was broken at the first parry.
Killed him, or poniarded him, sir, as is most agreeable to you."
"I did not know that," replied M. de Treville, in a somewhat softened tone.
"The cardinal exaggerated, as I perceive."
-- Mais de grâce, monsieur, continua Aramis, qui, voyant son capitaine s' apaiser, osait hasarder une prière, de grâce, monsieur, ne dites pas qu' Athos lui-même est blessé: il serait au désespoir que cela parvint aux oreilles du roi, et comme la blessure est des plus graves, attendu qu' après avoir traversé l' épaule elle pénètre dans la poitrine, il serait à craindre... »
"But pray, sir," continued Aramis, who, seeing his captain become appeased, ventured to risk a prayer, "do not say that Athos is wounded. He would be in despair if that should come to the ears of the king; and as the wound is very serious, seeing that after crossing the shoulder it penetrates into the chest, it is to be feared--"
At this instant the tapestry was raised and a noble and handsome head, but frightfully pale, appeared under the fringe.
« Athos ! s' écrièrent les deux mousquetaires.
"Athos!" cried the two Musketeers.
-- Athos ! répéta M. de Tréville lui-même.
"Athos!" repeated M. de Treville himself.
"You have sent for me, sir," said Athos to M. de Treville, in a feeble yet perfectly calm voice, "you have sent for me, as my comrades inform me, and I have hastened to receive your orders. I am here; what do you want with me?"
Et à ces mots le mousquetaire, en tenue irréprochable, sanglé comme de coutume, entra d' un pas ferme dans le cabinet.
And at these words, the Musketeer, in irreproachable costume, belted as usual, with a tolerably firm step, entered the cabinet.
M. de Treville, moved to the bottom of his heart by this proof of courage, sprang toward him.
"I was about to say to these gentlemen," added he, "that I forbid my Musketeers to expose their lives needlessly; for brave men are very dear to the king, and the king knows that his Musketeers are the bravest on the earth.
Votre main, Athos.»
Your hand, Athos!"
Et sans attendre que le nouveau venu répondît de lui-même à cette preuve d' affection, M. de Tréville saisissait sa main droite et la lui serrait de toutes ses forces, sans s' apercevoir qu' Athos, quel que fût son empire sur lui-même, laissait échapper un mouvement de douleur et pâlissait encore, ce que l' on aurait pu croire impossible.
And without waiting for the answer of the newcomer to this proof of affection, M. de Treville seized his right hand and pressed it with all his might, without perceiving that Athos, whatever might be his self-command, allowed a slight murmur of pain to escape him, and if possible, grew paler than he was before.
The door had remained open, so strong was the excitement produced by the arrival of Athos, whose wound, though kept as a secret, was known to all.
A burst of satisfaction hailed the last words of the captain; and two or three heads, carried away by the enthusiasm of the moment, appeared through the openings of the tapestry.
M. de Treville was about to reprehend this breach of the rules of etiquette, when he felt the hand of Athos, who had rallied all his energies to contend against pain, at length overcome by it, fell upon the floor as if he were dead.
« Un chirurgien ! cria M. de Tréville.
"A surgeon!" cried M. de Treville, "mine!
Le mien, celui du roi, le meilleur!
The king’s! The best!
A surgeon! Or, s’blood, my brave Athos will die!"
At the cries of M. de Treville, the whole assemblage rushed into the cabinet, he not thinking to shut the door against anyone, and all crowded round the wounded man.
Mais tout cet empressement eût été inutile, si le docteur demandé ne se fût trouvé dans l' hôtel même; il fendit la foule, s' approcha d' Athos toujours évanoui, et, comme tout ce bruit et tout ce mouvement le gênait fort, il demanda comme première chose et comme la plus urgente que le mousquetaire fût emporté dans une chambre voisine.
But all this eager attention might have been useless if the doctor so loudly called for had not chanced to be in the hotel. He pushed through the crowd, approached Athos, still insensible, and as all this noise and commotion inconvenienced him greatly, he required, as the first and most urgent thing, that the Musketeer should be carried into an adjoining chamber.
Immediately M. de Treville opened and pointed the way to Porthos and Aramis, who bore their comrade in their arms.
Behind this group walked the surgeon; and behind the surgeon the door closed.
The cabinet of M. de Treville, generally held so sacred, became in an instant the annex of the antechamber.
Everyone spoke, harangued, and vociferated, swearing, cursing, and consigning the cardinal and his Guards to all the devils.
An instant after, Porthos and Aramis re-entered, the surgeon and M. de Treville alone remaining with the wounded.
Enfin M. de Tréville rentra à son tour.
At length, M. de Treville himself returned.
The injured man had recovered his senses. The surgeon declared that the situation of the Musketeer had nothing in it to render his friends uneasy, his weakness having been purely and simply caused by loss of blood.
Then M. de Treville made a sign with his hand, and all retired except d’Artagnan, who did not forget that he had an audience, and with the tenacity of a Gascon remained in his place.
When all had gone out and the door was closed, M. de Treville, on turning round, found himself alone with the young man.
The event which had occurred had in some degree broken the thread of his ideas.
He inquired what was the will of his persevering visitor. d’Artagnan then repeated his name, and in an instant recovering all his remembrances of the present and the past, M. de Treville grasped the situation.
"Pardon me," said he, smiling, "pardon me my dear compatriot, but I had wholly forgotten you.
But what help is there for it! A captain is nothing but a father of a family, charged with even a greater responsibility than the father of an ordinary family.
Soldiers are big children; but as I maintain that the orders of the king, and more particularly the orders of the cardinal, should be executed--"
D’Artagnan could not restrain a smile. By this smile M. de Treville judged that he had not to deal with a fool, and changing the conversation, came straight to the point.
"I respected your father very much," said he.
"What can I do for the son? Tell me quickly; my time is not my own."
-- Monsieur, dit d' Artagnan, en quittant Tarbes et en venant ici, je me proposais de vous demander, en souvenir de cette amitié dont vous n' avez pas perdu mémoire, une casaque de mousquetaire; mais, après tout ce que je vois depuis deux heures, je comprends qu' une telle faveur serait énorme, et je tremble de ne point la mériter.
"Monsieur," said d’Artagnan, "on quitting Tarbes and coming hither, it was my intention to request of you, in remembrance of the friendship which you have not forgotten, the uniform of a Musketeer; but after all that I have seen during the last two hours, I comprehend that such a favor is enormous, and tremble lest I should not merit it."
"It is indeed a favor, young man," replied M. de Treville, "but it may not be so far beyond your hopes as you believe, or rather as you appear to believe.
But his majesty’s decision is always necessary; and I inform you with regret that no one becomes a Musketeer without the preliminary ordeal of several campaigns, certain brilliant actions, or a service of two years in some other regiment less favored than ours."
D’Artagnan bowed without replying, feeling his desire to don the Musketeer’s uniform vastly increased by the great difficulties which preceded the attainment of it.
"But," continued M. de Treville, fixing upon his compatriot a look so piercing that it might be said he wished to read the thoughts of his heart, "on account of my old companion, your father, as I have said, I will do something for you, young man.
Our recruits from Bearn are not generally very rich, and I have no reason to think matters have much changed in this respect since I left the province.
I dare say you have not brought too large a stock of money with you?"
D’Artagnan drew himself up with a proud air which plainly said, "I ask alms of no man."
"Oh, that’s very well, young man," continued M. de Treville, "that’s all very well. I know these airs; I myself came to Paris with four crowns in my purse, and would have fought with anyone who dared to tell me I was not in a condition to purchase the Louvre."
D’Artagnan’s bearing became still more imposing. Thanks to the sale of his horse, he commenced his career with four more crowns than M. de Treville possessed at the commencement of his.
"You ought, I say, then, to husband the means you have, however large the sum may be; but you ought also to endeavor to perfect yourself in the exercises becoming a gentleman.
I will write a letter today to the Director of the Royal Academy, and tomorrow he will admit you without any expense to yourself.
Ne refusez pas cette petite douceur.
Do not refuse this little service.
Our best-born and richest gentlemen sometimes solicit it without being able to obtain it.
You will learn horsemanship, swordsmanship in all its branches, and dancing. You will make some desirable acquaintances; and from time to time you can call upon me, just to tell me how you are getting on, and to say whether I can be of further service to you."
D’Artagnan, stranger as he was to all the manners of a court, could not but perceive a little coldness in this reception.
"Alas, sir," said he, "I cannot but perceive how sadly I miss the letter of introduction which my father gave me to present to you."
"I certainly am surprised," replied M. de Treville, "that you should undertake so long a journey without that necessary passport, the sole resource of us poor Bearnese."
"I had one, sir, and, thank God, such as I could wish," cried d’Artagnan; "but it was perfidiously stolen from me."
He then related the adventure of Meung, described the unknown gentleman with the greatest minuteness, and all with a warmth and truthfulness that delighted M. de Treville.
"This is all very strange," said M. de Treville, after meditating a minute; "you mentioned my name, then, aloud?"
"Yes, sir, I certainly committed that imprudence; but why should I have done otherwise? A name like yours must be as a buckler to me on my way. Judge if I should not put myself under its protection."
Flattery was at that period very current, and M. de Treville loved incense as well as a king, or even a cardinal.
He could not refrain from a smile of visible satisfaction; but this smile soon disappeared, and returning to the adventure of Meung, "Tell me," continued he, "had not this gentlemen a slight scar on his cheek?"
-- Oui, comme le ferait l' éraflure d' une balle.
"Yes, such a one as would be made by the grazing of a ball."
-- N' était -ce pas un homme de belle mine ?
"Was he not a fine-looking man?"
-- De haute taille?
"Of lofty stature."
-- Pâle de teint et brun de poil?
"Of complexion and brown hair?"
"Yes, yes, that is he; how is it, sir, that you are acquainted with this man?
If I ever find him again--and I will find him, I swear, were it in hell!"
"He was waiting for a woman," continued Treville.
"He departed immediately after having conversed for a minute with her whom he awaited."
"You know not the subject of their conversation?"
"He gave her a box, told her not to open it except in London."
-- Cette femme était anglaise ?
"Was this woman English?"
-- Il l' appelait Milady.
"He called her Milady."
"It is he; it must be he!" murmured Treville. "I believed him still at Brussels."
"Oh, sir, if you know who this man is," cried d’Artagnan, "tell me who he is, and whence he is. I will then release you from all your promises--even that of procuring my admission into the Musketeers; for before everything, I wish to avenge myself."
"Beware, young man!" cried Treville. "If you see him coming on one side of the street, pass by on the other.
Do not cast yourself against such a rock; he would break you like glass."
"That will not prevent me," replied d’Artagnan, "if ever I find him."
"In the meantime," said Treville, "seek him not--if I have a right to advise you."
All at once the captain stopped, as if struck by a sudden suspicion.
Cette grande haine que manifestait si hautement le jeune voyageur pour cet homme, qui, chose assez peu vraisemblable, lui avait dérobé la lettre de son père, cette haine ne cachait -elle pas quelque perfidie ? ce jeune homme n' était -il pas envoyé par Son Éminence ? ne venait -il pas pour lui tendre quelque piège ? ce prétendu d' Artagnan n' était -il pas un émissaire du cardinal qu' on cherchait à introduire dans sa maison, et qu' on avait placé près de lui pour surprendre sa confiance et pour le perdre plus tard, comme cela s' était mille fois pratiqué ?
This great hatred which the young traveler manifested so loudly for this man, who--a rather improbable thing--had stolen his father’s letter from him--was there not some perfidy concealed under this hatred? Might not this young man be sent by his Eminence? Might he not have come for the purpose of laying a snare for him? This pretended d’Artagnan--was he not an emissary of the cardinal, whom the cardinal sought to introduce into Treville’s house, to place near him, to win his confidence, and afterward to ruin him as had been done in a thousand other instances?
Il regarda d' Artagnan plus fixement encore cette seconde fois que la première.
He fixed his eyes upon d’Artagnan even more earnestly than before.
He was moderately reassured however, by the aspect of that countenance, full of astute intelligence and affected humility.
"I know he is a Gascon," reflected he, "but he may be one for the cardinal as well as for me.
Let us try him."
"My friend," said he, slowly, "I wish, as the son of an ancient friend--for I consider this story of the lost letter perfectly true--I wish, I say, in order to repair the coldness you may have remarked in my reception of you, to discover to you the secrets of our policy.
The king and the cardinal are the best of friends; their apparent bickerings are only feints to deceive fools.
I am not willing that a compatriot, a handsome cavalier, a brave youth, quite fit to make his way, should become the dupe of all these artifices and fall into the snare after the example of so many others who have been ruined by it.
Be assured that I am devoted to both these all-powerful masters, and that my earnest endeavors have no other aim than the service of the king, and also the cardinal--one of the most illustrious geniuses that France has ever produced.
"Now, young man, regulate your conduct accordingly; and if you entertain, whether from your family, your relations, or even from your instincts, any of these enmities which we see constantly breaking out against the cardinal, bid me adieu and let us separate.
I will aid you in many ways, but without attaching you to my person.
I hope that my frankness at least will make you my friend; for you are the only young man to whom I have hitherto spoken as I have done to you."
Tréville se disait à part lui: « Si le cardinal m' a dépêché ce jeune renard, il n' aura certes pas manqué, lui qui sait à quel point je l' exècre, de dire à son espion que le meilleur moyen de me faire la cour est de me dire pis que pendre de lui; aussi, malgré mes protestations, le rusé compère va -t-il me répondre bien certainement qu' il a l' Éminence en horreur. »
Treville said to himself: "If the cardinal has set this young fox upon me, he will certainly not have failed--he, who knows how bitterly I execrate him--to tell his spy that the best means of making his court to me is to rail at him. Therefore, in spite of all my protestations, if it be as I suspect, my cunning gossip will assure me that he holds his Eminence in horror."
It, however, proved otherwise. D’Artagnan answered, with the greatest simplicity:
« Monsieur, j' arrive à Paris avec des intentions toutes semblables.
"I came to Paris with exactly such intentions.
My father advised me to stoop to nobody but the king, the cardinal, and yourself--whom he considered the first three personages in France."
D’Artagnan added M. de Treville to the others, as may be perceived; but he thought this addition would do no harm.
"I have the greatest veneration for the cardinal," continued he, "and the most profound respect for his actions.
Tant mieux pour moi, monsieur, si vous me parlez, comme vous le dites, avec franchise; car alors vous me ferez l' honneur d' estimer cette ressemblance de goût; mais si vous avez eu quelque défiance, bien naturelle d'ailleurs, je sens que je me perds en disant la vérité; mais, tant pis, vous ne laisserez pas que de m' estimer, et c' est à quoi je tiens plus qu' à toute chose au monde. »
So much the better for me, sir, if you speak to me, as you say, with frankness--for then you will do me the honor to esteem the resemblance of our opinions; but if you have entertained any doubt, as naturally you may, I feel that I am ruining myself by speaking the truth. But I still trust you will not esteem me the less for it, and that is my object beyond all others."
M de Treville was surprised to the greatest degree.
Tant de pénétration, tant de franchise enfin, lui causait de l' admiration, mais ne levait pas entièrement ses doutes: plus ce jeune homme était supérieur aux autres jeunes gens, plus il était à redouter s' il se trompait. Néanmoins il serra la main à d' Artagnan, et lui dit: « Vous êtes un honnête garçon, mais dans ce moment je ne puis faire que ce que je vous ai offert tout à l' heure.
So much penetration, so much frankness, created admiration, but did not entirely remove his suspicions. The more this young man was superior to others, the more he was to be dreaded if he meant to deceive him; "You are an honest youth; but at the present moment I can only do for you that which I just now offered.
My hotel will be always open to you.
Hereafter, being able to ask for me at all hours, and consequently to take advantage of all opportunities, you will probably obtain that which you desire."
"That is to say," replied d’Artagnan, "that you will wait until I have proved myself worthy of it.
Eh bien, soyez tranquille, ajouta-t- il avec la familiarité du Gascon, vous n' attendrez pas longtemps. »
Well, be assured," added he, with the familiarity of a Gascon, "you shall not wait long."
And he bowed in order to retire, and as if he considered the future in his own hands.
"But wait a minute," said M. de Treville, stopping him.
"I promised you a letter for the director of the Academy.
Are you too proud to accept it, young gentleman?"
"No, sir," said d’Artagnan; "and I will guard it so carefully that I will be sworn it shall arrive at its address, and woe be to him who shall attempt to take it from me!"
M de Treville smiled at this flourish; and leaving his young man compatriot in the embrasure of the window, where they had talked together, he seated himself at a table in order to write the promised letter of recommendation.
While he was doing this, d’Artagnan, having no better employment, amused himself with beating a march upon the window and with looking at the Musketeers, who went away, one after another, following them with his eyes until they disappeared.
M. de Tréville, après avoir écrit la lettre, la cacheta et, se levant, s' approcha du jeune homme pour la lui donner; mais au moment même où d' Artagnan étendait la main pour la recevoir, M. de Tréville fut bien étonné de voir son protégé faire un soubresaut, rougir de colère et s' élancer hors du cabinet en criant: « Ah ! sangdieu ! il ne m' échappera pas, cette fois.
M de Treville, after having written the letter, sealed it, and rising, approached the young man in order to give it to him. But at the very moment when d’Artagnan stretched out his hand to receive it, M. de Treville was highly astonished to see his protege make a sudden spring, become crimson with passion, and rush from the cabinet crying, "S’blood, he shall not escape me this time!"
-- Et qui cela ? demanda M. de Tréville.
"And who?" asked M. de Treville.
-- Lui, mon voleur ! répondit d' Artagnan.
"He, my thief!" replied d’Artagnan.
Ah ! traître ! » Et il disparut.
"Ah, the traitor!" and he disappeared.
"The devil take the madman!" murmured M. de Treville, "unless," added he, "this is a cunning mode of escaping, seeing that he had failed in his purpose!"
CHAPITRE IV L'ÉPAULE D'ATHOS, LE BAUDRIER DE PORTHOS ET LE MOUCHOIR D'ARAMIS
4 THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
D' Artagnan, furieux, avait traversé l' antichambre en trois bonds et s' élançait sur l' escalier, dont il comptait descendre les degrés quatre à quatre, lorsque, emporté par sa course, il alla donner tête baissée dans un mousquetaire qui sortait de chez M. de Tréville par une porte de dégagement, et, le heurtant du front à l' épaule, lui fit pousser un cri ou plutôt un hurlement.
D’Artagnan, in a state of fury, crossed the antechamber at three bounds, and was darting toward the stairs, which he reckoned upon descending four at a time, when, in his heedless course, he ran head foremost against a Musketeer who was coming out of one of M. de Treville’s private rooms, and striking his shoulder violently, made him utter a cry, or rather a howl.
"Excuse me," said d’Artagnan, endeavoring to resume his course, "excuse me, but I am in a hurry."
Scarcely had he descended the first stair, when a hand of iron seized him by the belt and stopped him.
"You are in a hurry?" said the Musketeer, as pale as a sheet. "Under that pretense you run against me! You say. ’Excuse me,’ and you believe that is sufficient?
Pas tout à fait, mon jeune homme.
Not at all my young man.
Do you fancy because you have heard Monsieur de Treville speak to us a little cavalierly today that other people are to treat us as he speaks to us?
Undeceive yourself, comrade, you are not Monsieur de Treville."
"My faith!" replied d’Artagnan, recognizing Athos, who, after the dressing performed by the doctor, was returning to his own apartment. "I did not do it intentionally, and not doing it intentionally, I said ’Excuse me.’
It appears to me that this is quite enough.
I repeat to you, however, and this time on my word of honor--I think perhaps too often--that I am in haste, great haste.
Leave your hold, then, I beg of you, and let me go where my business calls me."
"Monsieur," said Athos, letting him go, "you are not polite; it is easy to perceive that you come from a distance."
D’Artagnan had already strode down three or four stairs, but at Athos’s last remark he stopped short.
"MORBLEU, monsieur!" said he, "however far I may come, it is not you who can give me a lesson in good manners, I warn you."
-- Peut-être, dit Athos.
"Perhaps," said Athos.
"Ah! If I were not in such haste, and if I were not running after someone," said d’Artagnan.
"Monsieur Man-in-a-hurry, you can find me without running--ME, you understand?"
-- Et où cela, s' il vous plaît ?
"And where, I pray you?"
-- Près des Carmes-Deschaux.
"Near the Carmes-Deschaux."
-- À quelle heure?
"At what hour?"
"About noon? That will do; I will be there."
"Endeavor not to make me wait; for at quarter past twelve I will cut off your ears as you run."
"Good!" cried d’Artagnan, "I will be there ten minutes before twelve."
And he set off running as if the devil possessed him, hoping that he might yet find the stranger, whose slow pace could not have carried him far.
Mais, à la porte de la rue, causait Porthos avec un soldat aux gardes.
But at the street gate, Porthos was talking with the soldier on guard.
Entre les deux causeurs, il y avait juste l' espace d' un homme.
Between the two talkers there was just enough room for a man to pass.
D’Artagnan thought it would suffice for him, and he sprang forward like a dart between them.
But d’Artagnan had reckoned without the wind. As he was about to pass, the wind blew out Porthos’s long cloak, and d’Artagnan rushed straight into the middle of it.
Without doubt, Porthos had reasons for not abandoning this part of his vestments, for instead of quitting his hold on the flap in his hand, he pulled it toward him, so that d’Artagnan rolled himself up in the velvet by a movement of rotation explained by the persistency of Porthos.
D’Artagnan, hearing the Musketeer swear, wished to escape from the cloak, which blinded him, and sought to find his way from under the folds of it.
He was particularly anxious to avoid marring the freshness of the magnificent baldric we are acquainted with; but on timidly opening his eyes, he found himself with his nose fixed between the two shoulders of Porthos--that is to say, exactly upon the baldric.
Alas, like most things in this world which have nothing in their favor but appearances, the baldric was glittering with gold in the front, but was nothing but simple buff behind.
Vainglorious as he was, Porthos could not afford to have a baldric wholly of gold, but had at least half. One could comprehend the necessity of the cold and the urgency of the cloak.
"Bless me!" cried Porthos, making strong efforts to disembarrass himself of d’Artagnan, who was wriggling about his back; "you must be mad to run against people in this manner."
"Excuse me," said d’Artagnan, reappearing under the shoulder of the giant, "but I am in such haste--I was running after someone and--"
"And do you always forget your eyes when you run?" asked Porthos.
"No," replied d’Artagnan, piqued, "and thanks to my eyes, I can see what other people cannot see."
Whether Porthos understood him or did not understand him, giving way to his anger, "Monsieur," said he, "you stand a chance of getting chastised if you rub Musketeers in this fashion." "Chastised, Monsieur!" said d’Artagnan, "the expression is strong."
"It is one that becomes a man accustomed to look his enemies in the face."
"Ah, PARDIEU! I know full well that you don’t turn your back to yours."
And the young man, delighted with his joke, went away laughing loudly.
Porthos foamed with rage, and made a movement to rush after d’Artagnan.
"Presently, presently," cried the latter, "when you haven’t your cloak on."
-- À une heure donc, derrière le Luxembourg.
"At one o’clock, then, behind the Luxembourg."
"Very well, at one o’clock, then," replied d’Artagnan, turning the angle of the street.
But neither in the street he had passed through, nor in the one which his eager glance pervaded, could he see anyone; however slowly the stranger had walked, he was gone on his way, or perhaps had entered some house.
D’Artagnan inquired of everyone he met with, went down to the ferry, came up again by the Rue de Seine, and the Red Cross; but nothing, absolutely nothing!
This chase was, however, advantageous to him in one sense, for in proportion as the perspiration broke from his forehead, his heart began to cool.
Il se mit alors à réfléchir sur les événements qui venaient de se passer; ils étaient nombreux et néfastes: il était onze heures du matin à peine, et déjà la matinée lui avait apporté la disgrâce de M. de Tréville, qui ne pouvait manquer de trouver un peu cavalière la façon dont d' Artagnan l' avait quitté.
He began to reflect upon the events that had passed; they were numerous and inauspicious. It was scarcely eleven o’clock in the morning, and yet this morning had already brought him into disgrace with M. de Treville, who could not fail to think the manner in which d’Artagnan had left him a little cavalier.
Besides this, he had drawn upon himself two good duels with two men, each capable of killing three d’Artagnans--with two Musketeers, in short, with two of those beings whom he esteemed so greatly that he placed them in his mind and heart above all other men.
La conjecture était triste.
The outlook was sad.
Sure of being killed by Athos, it may easily be understood that the young man was not very uneasy about Porthos.
As hope, however, is the last thing extinguished in the heart of man, he finished by hoping that he might survive, even though with terrible wounds, in both these duels; and in case of surviving, he made the following reprehensions upon his own conduct:
"What a madcap I was, and what a stupid fellow I am!
That brave and unfortunate Athos was wounded on that very shoulder against which I must run head foremost, like a ram.
The only thing that astonishes me is that he did not strike me dead at once. He had good cause to do so; the pain I gave him must have been atrocious.
Quant à Porthos ! Oh ! quant à Porthos, ma foi, c' est plus drôle. »
As to Porthos--oh, as to Porthos, faith, that’s a droll affair!"
And in spite of himself, the young man began to laugh aloud, looking round carefully, however, to see that his solitary laugh, without a cause in the eyes of passers-by, offended no one.
"As to Porthos, that is certainly droll; but I am not the less a giddy fool.
Are people to be run against without warning? No! And have I any right to go and peep under their cloaks to see what is not there?
He would have pardoned me, he would certainly have pardoned me, if I had not said anything to him about that cursed baldric--in ambiguous words, it is true, but rather drolly ambiguous.
Ah, cursed Gascon that I am, I get from one hobble into another.
Friend d’Artagnan," continued he, speaking to himself with all the amenity that he thought due himself, "if you escape, of which there is not much chance, I would advise you to practice perfect politeness for the future.
You must henceforth be admired and quoted as a model of it.
To be obliging and polite does not necessarily make a man a coward.
Look at Aramis, now; Aramis is mildness and grace personified.
Well, did anybody ever dream of calling Aramis a coward?
No, certainly not, and from this moment I will endeavor to model myself after him.
Ah! justement le voici.»
Ah! That’s strange!
D' Artagnan, tout en marchant et en monologuant, était arrivé à quelques pas de l' hôtel d' Aiguillon, et devant cet hôtel il avait aperçu Aramis causant gaiement avec trois gentilshommes des gardes du roi. De son côté, Aramis aperçut d' Artagnan; mais comme il n' oubliait point que c' était devant ce jeune homme que M. de Tréville s' était si fort emporté le matin, et qu' un témoin des reproches que les mousquetaires avaient reçus ne lui était d' aucune façon agréable, il fit semblant de ne pas le voir.
Here he is!" D’Artagnan, walking and soliloquizing, had arrived within a few steps of the hotel d’Arguillon and in front of that hotel perceived Aramis, chatting gaily with three gentlemen; but as he had not forgotten that it was in presence of this young man that M. de Treville had been so angry in the morning, and as a witness of the rebuke the Musketeers had received was not likely to be at all agreeable, he pretended not to see him.
D’Artagnan, on the contrary, quite full of his plans of conciliation and courtesy, approached the young men with a profound bow, accompanied by a most gracious smile.
Tous quatre, au reste, interrompirent à l' instant même leur conversation.
All four, besides, immediately broke off their conversation.
D' Artagnan n' était pas assez niais pour ne point s' apercevoir qu' il était de trop; mais il n' était pas encore assez rompu aux façons du beau monde pour se tirer galamment d' une situation fausse comme l' est, en général, celle d' un homme qui est venu se mêler à des gens qu' il connaît à peine et à une conversation qui ne le regarde pas.
D’Artagnan was not so dull as not to perceive that he was one too many; but he was not sufficiently broken into the fashions of the gay world to know how to extricate himself gallantly from a false position, like that of a man who begins to mingle with people he is scarcely acquainted with and in a conversation that does not concern him.
Il cherchait donc en lui-même un moyen de faire sa retraite le moins gauchement possible, lorsqu' il remarqua qu' Aramis avait laissé tomber son mouchoir et, par mégarde sans doute, avait mis le pied dessus; le moment lui parut arrivé de réparer son inconvenance: il se baissa, et de l' air le plus gracieux qu' il pût trouver, il tira le mouchoir de dessous le pied du mousquetaire, quelques efforts que celui -ci fît pour le retenir, et lui dit en le lui remettant:
He was seeking in his mind, then, for the least awkward means of retreat, when he remarked that Aramis had let his handkerchief fall, and by mistake, no doubt, had placed his foot upon it.
This appeared to be a favorable opportunity to repair his intrusion.
He stooped, and with the most gracious air he could assume, drew the handkerchief from under the foot of the Musketeer in spite of the efforts the latter made to detain it, and holding it out to him, said, "I believe, monsieur, that this is a handkerchief you would be sorry to lose?"
The handkerchief was indeed richly embroidered, and had a coronet and arms at one of its corners.
Aramis blushed excessively, and snatched rather than took the handkerchief from the hand of the Gascon.
"Ah, ah!" cried one of the Guards, "will you persist in saying, most discreet Aramis, that you are not on good terms with Madame de Bois-Tracy, when that gracious lady has the kindness to lend you one of her handkerchiefs?"
Aramis darted at d’Artagnan one of those looks which inform a man that he has acquired a mortal enemy.
Then, resuming his mild air, "You are deceived, gentlemen," said he, "this handkerchief is not mine, and I cannot fancy why Monsieur has taken it into his head to offer it to me rather than to one of you; and as a proof of what I say, here is mine in my pocket."
So saying, he pulled out his own handkerchief, likewise a very elegant handkerchief, and of fine cambric--though cambric was dear at the period--but a handkerchief without embroidery and without arms, only ornamented with a single cipher, that of its proprietor.
This time d’Artagnan was not hasty. He perceived his mistake; but the friends of Aramis were not at all convinced by his denial, and one of them addressed the young Musketeer with affected seriousness.
"If it were as you pretend it is," said he, "I should be forced, my dear Aramis, to reclaim it myself; for, as you very well know, Bois-Tracy is an intimate friend of mine, and I cannot allow the property of his wife to be sported as a trophy."
"You make the demand badly," replied Aramis; "and while acknowledging the justice of your reclamation, I refuse it on account of the form."
"The fact is," hazarded d’Artagnan, timidly, "I did not see the handkerchief fall from the pocket of Monsieur Aramis.
He had his foot upon it, that is all; and I thought from having his foot upon it the handkerchief was his."
"And you were deceived, my dear sir," replied Aramis, coldly, very little sensible to the reparation.
Puis, se retournant vers celui des gardes qui s' était déclaré l' ami de Bois-Tracy: « D'ailleurs, continua -t-il, je réfléchis, mon cher intime de Bois- Tracy, que je suis son ami non moins tendre que tu peux l' être toi-même; de sorte qu' à la rigueur ce mouchoir peut aussi bien être sorti de ta poche que de la mienne.
Then turning toward that one of the guards who had declared himself the friend of Bois-Tracy, "Besides," continued he, "I have reflected, my dear intimate of Bois-Tracy, that I am not less tenderly his friend than you can possibly be; so that decidedly this handkerchief is as likely to have fallen from your pocket as mine."
-- Non, sur mon honneur ! s' écria le garde de Sa Majesté.
"No, upon my honor!" cried his Majesty’s Guardsman.
"You are about to swear upon your honor and I upon my word, and then it will be pretty evident that one of us will have lied.
Now, here, Montaran, we will do better than that--let each take a half."
-- Du mouchoir?
"Of the handkerchief?"
-- Parfaitement, s' écrièrent les deux autres gardes, le jugement du roi Salomon.
"Perfectly just," cried the other two Guardsmen, "the judgment of King Solomon!
Décidément, Aramis, tu es plein de sagesse.»
Aramis, you certainly are full of wisdom!"
The young men burst into a laugh, and as may be supposed, the affair had no other sequel.
In a moment or two the conversation ceased, and the three Guardsmen and the Musketeer, after having cordially shaken hands, separated, the Guardsmen going one way and Aramis another.
« Voilà le moment de faire ma paix avec ce galant homme », se dit à part lui d' Artagnan, qui s' était tenu un peu à l' écart pendant toute la dernière partie de cette conversation. Et, sur ce bon sentiment, se rapprochant d' Aramis, qui s' éloignait sans faire autrement attention à lui: « Monsieur, lui dit -il, vous m' excuserez, je l' espère.
"Now is my time to make peace with this gallant man," said d’Artagnan to himself, having stood on one side during the whole of the latter part of the conversation; and with this good feeling drawing near to Aramis, who was departing without paying any attention to him, "Monsieur," said he, "you will excuse me, I hope."
"Ah, monsieur," interrupted Aramis, "permit me to observe to you that you have not acted in this affair as a gallant man ought."
"What, monsieur!" cried d’Artagnan, "and do you suppose--"
"I suppose, monsieur that you are not a fool, and that you knew very well, although coming from Gascony, that people do not tread upon handkerchiefs without a reason.
What the devil!
Paris is not paved with cambric!"
"Monsieur, you act wrongly in endeavoring to mortify me," said d’Artagnan, in whom the natural quarrelsome spirit began to speak more loudly than his pacific resolutions.
"I am from Gascony, it is true; and since you know it, there is no occasion to tell you that Gascons are not very patient, so that when they have begged to be excused once, were it even for a folly, they are convinced that they have done already at least as much again as they ought to have done."
"Monsieur, what I say to you about the matter," said Aramis, "is not for the sake of seeking a quarrel.
Thank God, I am not a bravo! And being a Musketeer but for a time, I only fight when I am forced to do so, and always with great repugnance; but this time the affair is serious, for here is a lady compromised by you."
-- Par nous, c'est-à-dire, s' écria d' Artagnan.
"By US, you mean!" cried d’Artagnan.
"Why did you so maladroitly restore me the handkerchief?"
"Why did you so awkwardly let it fall?"
"I have said, monsieur, and I repeat, that the handkerchief did not fall from my pocket."
"And thereby you have lied twice, monsieur, for I saw it fall."
"Ah, you take it with that tone, do you, Master Gascon? Well, I will teach you how to behave yourself."
-- Et moi je vous renverrai à votre messe, monsieur l' abbé !
"And I will send you back to your Mass book, Master Abbe.
Draw, if you please, and instantly--"
-- Non pas, s' il vous plaît, mon bel ami; non, pas ici, du moins.
"Not so, if you please, my good friend--not here, at least.
Do you not perceive that we are opposite the Hotel d’Arguillon, which is full of the cardinal’s creatures?
How do I know that this is not his Eminence who has honored you with the commission to procure my head?
Now, I entertain a ridiculous partiality for my head, it seems to suit my shoulders so correctly.
I wish to kill you, be at rest as to that, but to kill you quietly in a snug, remote place, where you will not be able to boast of your death to anybody."
"I agree, monsieur; but do not be too confident. Take your handkerchief; whether it belongs to you or another, you may perhaps stand in need of it."
"Monsieur is a Gascon?" asked Aramis.
Monsieur ne remet pas un rendez-vous par prudence ?
Monsieur does not postpone an interview through prudence?"
"Prudence, monsieur, is a virtue sufficiently useless to Musketeers, I know, but indispensable to churchmen; and as I am only a Musketeer provisionally, I hold it good to be prudent.
At two o’clock I shall have the honor of expecting you at the hotel of Monsieur de Treville.
Là je vous indiquerai les bons endroits. »
There I will indicate to you the best place and time."
Les deux jeunes gens se saluèrent, puis Aramis s' éloigna en remontant la rue qui remontait au Luxembourg, tandis que d' Artagnan, voyant que l' heure s' avançait, prenait le chemin des Carmes-Deschaux, tout en disant à part soi: « Décidément, je n' en puis pas revenir; mais au moins, si je suis tué, je serai tué par un mousquetaire. »
The two young men bowed and separated, Aramis ascending the street which led to the Luxembourg, while d’Artagnan, perceiving the appointed hour was approaching, took the road to the Carmes-Deschaux, saying to himself, "Decidedly I can’t draw back; but at least, if I am killed, I shall be killed by a Musketeer."
CHAPITRE V LES MOUSQUETAIRES DU ROI ET LES GARDES DE M. LE CARDINAL
5 THE KING’S MUSKETEERS AND THE CARDINAL’S GUARDS
D' Artagnan ne connaissait personne à Paris.
D’Artagnan was acquainted with nobody in Paris.
He went therefore to his appointment with Athos without a second, determined to be satisfied with those his adversary should choose.
D'ailleurs son intention était formelle de faire au brave mousquetaire toutes les excuses convenables, mais sans faiblesse, craignant qu' il ne résultât de ce duel ce qui résulte toujours de fâcheux, dans une affaire de ce genre, quand un homme jeune et vigoureux se bat contre un adversaire blessé et affaibli: vaincu, il double le triomphe de son antagoniste; vainqueur, il est accusé de forfaiture et de facile audace.
Besides, his intention was formed to make the brave Musketeer all suitable apologies, but without meanness or weakness, fearing that might result from this duel which generally results from an affair of this kind, when a young and vigorous man fights with an adversary who is wounded and weakened--if conquered, he doubles the triumph of his antagonist; if a conqueror, he is accused of foul play and want of courage.
Now, we must have badly painted the character of our adventure seeker, or our readers must have already perceived that d’Artagnan was not an ordinary man; therefore, while repeating to himself that his death was inevitable, he did not make up his mind to die quietly, as one less courageous and less restrained might have done in his place.
He reflected upon the different characters of men he had to fight with, and began to view his situation more clearly.
He hoped, by means of loyal excuses, to make a friend of Athos, whose lordly air and austere bearing pleased him much.
He flattered himself he should be able to frighten Porthos with the adventure of the baldric, which he might, if not killed upon the spot, relate to everybody a recital which, well managed, would cover Porthos with ridicule.
Il se flattait de faire peur à Porthos avec l' aventure du baudrier, qu' il pouvait, s' il n' était pas tué sur le coup, raconter à tout le monde, récit qui, poussé adroitement à l' effet, devait couvrir Porthos de ridicule; enfin, quant au sournois Aramis, il n' en avait pas très grand-peur, et en supposant qu' il arrivât jusqu' à lui, il se chargeait de l' expédier bel et bien, ou du moins en le frappant au visage, comme César avait recommandé de faire aux soldats de Pompée, d' endommager à tout jamais cette beauté dont il était si fier.
As to the astute Aramis, he did not entertain much dread of him; and supposing he should be able to get so far, he determined to dispatch him in good style or at least, by hitting him in the face, as Caesar recommended his soldiers do to those of Pompey, to damage forever the beauty of which he was so proud.
In addition to this, d’Artagnan possessed that invincible stock of resolution which the counsels of his father had implanted in his heart: "Endure nothing from anyone but the king, the cardinal, and Monsieur de Treville."
Il vola donc plutôt qu' il ne marcha vers le couvent des Carmes Déchaussés, ou plutôt Deschaux, comme on disait à cette époque, sorte de bâtiment sans fenêtres, bordé de prés arides, succursale du Pré- aux-Clercs, et qui servait d' ordinaire aux rencontres des gens qui n' avaient pas de temps à perdre.
He flew, then, rather than walked, toward the convent of the Carmes Dechausses, or rather Deschaux, as it was called at that period, a sort of building without a window, surrounded by barren fields--an accessory to the Preaux-Clercs, and which was generally employed as the place for the duels of men who had no time to lose.
When d’Artagnan arrived in sight of the bare spot of ground which extended along the foot of the monastery, Athos had been waiting about five minutes, and twelve o’clock was striking.
He was, then, as punctual as the Samaritan woman, and the most rigorous casuist with regard to duels could have nothing to say.
Athos, who still suffered grievously from his wound, though it had been dressed anew by M. de Treville’s surgeon, was seated on a post and waiting for his adversary with hat in hand, his feather even touching the ground.
"Monsieur," said Athos, "I have engaged two of my friends as seconds; but these two friends are not yet come, at which I am astonished, as it is not at all their custom."
"I have no seconds on my part, monsieur," said d’Artagnan; "for having only arrived yesterday in Paris, I as yet know no one but Monsieur de Treville, to whom I was recommended by my father, who has the honor to be, in some degree, one of his friends."
Athos réfléchit un instant.
Athos reflected for an instant.
"You know no one but Monsieur de Treville?" he asked.
-- Oui, monsieur, je ne connais que lui.
"Yes, monsieur, I know only him."
"Well, but then," continued Athos, speaking half to himself, "if I kill you, I shall have the air of a boy-slayer."
"Not too much so," replied d’Artagnan, with a bow that was not deficient in dignity, "since you do me the honor to draw a sword with me while suffering from a wound which is very inconvenient."
"Very inconvenient, upon my word; and you hurt me devilishly, I can tell you. But I will take the left hand--it is my custom in such circumstances.
Do not fancy that I do you a favor; I use either hand easily. And it will be even a disadvantage to you; a left-handed man is very troublesome to people who are not prepared for it.
I regret I did not inform you sooner of this circumstance."
"You have truly, monsieur," said d’Artagnan, bowing again, "a courtesy, for which, I assure you, I am very grateful."
"You confuse me," replied Athos, with his gentlemanly air; "let us talk of something else, if you please.
Ah, s’blood, how you have hurt me! My shoulder quite burns."
"If you would permit me--" said d’Artagnan, with timidity.
-- Quoi, monsieur?
"I have a miraculous balsam for wounds--a balsam given to me by my mother and of which I have made a trial upon myself."
-- Eh bien?
"Well, I am sure that in less than three days this balsam would cure you; and at the end of three days, when you would be cured--well, sir, it would still do me a great honor to be your man."
D’Artagnan spoke these words with a simplicity that did honor to his courtesy, without throwing the least doubt upon his courage.
"PARDIEU, monsieur!" said Athos, "that’s a proposition that pleases me; not that I can accept it, but a league off it savors of the gentleman.
Thus spoke and acted the gallant knights of the time of Charlemagne, in whom every cavalier ought to seek his model.
Unfortunately, we do not live in the times of the great emperor, we live in the times of the cardinal; and three days hence, however well the secret might be guarded, it would be known, I say, that we were to fight, and our combat would be prevented.
Ah çà, mais ! ces flâneurs ne viendront donc pas ?
I think these fellows will never come."
"If you are in haste, monsieur," said d’Artagnan, with the same simplicity with which a moment before he had proposed to him to put off the duel for three days, "and if it be your will to dispatch me at once, do not inconvenience yourself, I pray you."
"There is another word which pleases me," cried Athos, with a gracious nod to d’Artagnan. "That did not come from a man without a heart.
Monsieur, I love men of your kidney; and I foresee plainly that if we don’t kill each other, I shall hereafter have much pleasure in your conversation.
We will wait for these gentlemen, so please you; I have plenty of time, and it will be more correct.
Ah ! en voici un, je crois. »
Ah, here is one of them, I believe."
In fact, at the end of the Rue Vaugirard the gigantic Porthos appeared.
"What!" cried d’Artagnan, "is your first witness Monsieur Porthos?"
-- Oui, cela vous contrarie -t-il ?
"Yes, that disturbs you?"
-- Non, aucunement.
"By no means."
-- Et voici le second.»
"And here is the second."
D’Artagnan turned in the direction pointed to by Athos, and perceived Aramis.
"What!" cried he, in an accent of greater astonishment than before, "your second witness is Monsieur Aramis?"
"Doubtless! Are you not aware that we are never seen one without the others, and that we are called among the Musketeers and the Guards, at court and in the city, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, or the Three Inseparables?
Après cela, comme vous arrivez de Dax ou de Pau...
And yet, as you come from Dax or Pau--"
-- De Tarbes, dit d' Artagnan. --...
"From Tarbes," said d’Artagnan.
"It is probable you are ignorant of this little fact," said Athos.
"My faith!" replied d’Artagnan, "you are well named, gentlemen; and my adventure, if it should make any noise, will prove at least that your union is not founded upon contrasts."
In the meantime, Porthos had come up, waved his hand to Athos, and then turning toward d’Artagnan, stood quite astonished.
Let us say in passing that he had changed his baldric and relinquished his cloak.
"Ah, ah!" said he, "what does this mean?"
"This is the gentleman I am going to fight with," said Athos, pointing to d’Artagnan with his hand and saluting him with the same gesture.
"Why, it is with him I am also going to fight," said Porthos.
-- Mais à une heure seulement, répondit d' Artagnan.
"But not before one o’clock," replied d’Artagnan.
"And I also am to fight with this gentleman," said Aramis, coming in his turn onto the place.
-- Mais à deux heures seulement, fit d' Artagnan avec le même calme.
"But not until two o’clock," said d’Artagnan, with the same calmness.
-- Mais à propos de quoi te bats -tu, toi, Athos ? demanda Aramis.
"But what are you going to fight about, Athos?" asked Aramis.
"Faith! I don’t very well know.
He hurt my shoulder. And you, Porthos?" "Faith!
I am going to fight--because I am going to fight," answered Porthos, reddening.
Athos, whose keen eye lost nothing, perceived a faintly sly smile pass over the lips of the young Gascon as he replied, "We had a short discussion upon dress."
-- Et toi, Aramis ? demanda Athos.
"And you, Aramis?" asked Athos.
"Oh, ours is a theological quarrel," replied Aramis, making a sign to d’Artagnan to keep secret the cause of their duel.
Athos indeed saw a second smile on the lips of d’Artagnan.
« Vraiment, dit Athos.
"Indeed?" said Athos.
"Yes; a passage of St. Augustine, upon which we could not agree," said the Gascon.
"Decidedly, this is a clever fellow," murmured Athos.
"And now you are assembled, gentlemen," said d’Artagnan, "permit me to offer you my apologies."
At this word APOLOGIES, a cloud passed over the brow of Athos, a haughty smile curled the lip of Porthos, and a negative sign was the reply of Aramis.
« Vous ne me comprenez pas, messieurs, dit d' Artagnan en relevant sa tête, sur laquelle jouait en ce moment un rayon de soleil qui en dorait les lignes fines et hardies: je vous demande excuse dans le cas où je ne pourrais vous payer ma dette à tous trois, car M. Athos a le droit de me tuer le premier, ce qui ôte beaucoup de sa valeur à votre créance, monsieur Porthos, et ce qui rend la vôtre à peu près nulle, monsieur Aramis.
"You do not understand me, gentlemen," said d’Artagnan, throwing up his head, the sharp and bold lines of which were at the moment gilded by a bright ray of the sun. "I asked to be excused in case I should not be able to discharge my debt to all three; for Monsieur Athos has the right to kill me first, which must much diminish the face-value of your bill, Monsieur Porthos, and render yours almost null, Monsieur Aramis.
And now, gentlemen, I repeat, excuse me, but on that account only, and--on guard!"
At these words, with the most gallant air possible, d’Artagnan drew his sword.
The blood had mounted to the head of d’Artagnan, and at that moment he would have drawn his sword against all the Musketeers in the kingdom as willingly as he now did against Athos, Porthos, and Aramis.
Il était midi et un quart.
It was a quarter past midday.
The sun was in its zenith, and the spot chosen for the scene of the duel was exposed to its full ardor.
"It is very hot," said Athos, drawing his sword in its turn, "and yet I cannot take off my doublet; for I just now felt my wound begin to bleed again, and I should not like to annoy Monsieur with the sight of blood which he has not drawn from me himself."
"That is true, Monsieur," replied d’Artagnan, "and whether drawn by myself or another, I assure you I shall always view with regret the blood of so brave a gentleman. I will therefore fight in my doublet, like yourself."
"Come, come, enough of such compliments!" cried Porthos. "Remember, we are waiting for our turns."
"Speak for yourself when you are inclined to utter such incongruities," interrupted Aramis.
"For my part, I think what they say is very well said, and quite worthy of two gentlemen."
"When you please, monsieur," said Athos, putting himself on guard.
"I waited your orders," said d’Artagnan, crossing swords.
But scarcely had the two rapiers clashed, when a company of the Guards of his Eminence, commanded by M. de Jussac, turned the corner of the convent.
« Les gardes du cardinal ! s' écrièrent à la fois Porthos et Aramis.
"The cardinal’s Guards!" cried Aramis and Porthos at the same time.
L'épée au fourreau, messieurs! l'épée au fourreau!
"Sheathe your swords, gentlemen, sheathe your swords!"
Mais il était trop tard.
But it was too late.
The two combatants had been seen in a position which left no doubt of their intentions.
"Halloo!" cried Jussac, advancing toward them and making a sign to his men to do so likewise, "halloo, Musketeers? Fighting here, are you?
Et les édits, qu' en faisons -nous ?
And the edicts? What is become of them?"
"You are very generous, gentlemen of the Guards," said Athos, full of rancor, for Jussac was one of the aggressors of the preceding day.
"If we were to see you fighting, I can assure you that we would make no effort to prevent you.
Leave us alone, then, and you will enjoy a little amusement without cost to yourselves."
"Gentlemen," said Jussac, "it is with great regret that I pronounce the thing impossible.
Notre devoir avant tout.
Duty before everything.
Sheathe, then, if you please, and follow us."
"Monsieur," said Aramis, parodying Jussac, "it would afford us great pleasure to obey your polite invitation if it depended upon ourselves; but unfortunately the thing is impossible--Monsieur de Treville has forbidden it.
Pass on your way, then; it is the best thing to do."
Cette raillerie exaspéra Jussac.
This raillery exasperated Jussac.
"We will charge upon you, then," said he, "if you disobey."
"There are five of them," said Athos, half aloud, "and we are but three; we shall be beaten again, and must die on the spot, for, on my part, I declare I will never appear again before the captain as a conquered man."
Athos, Porthos, and Aramis instantly drew near one another, while Jussac drew up his soldiers.
This short interval was sufficient to determine d’Artagnan on the part he was to take. It was one of those events which decide the life of a man; it was a choice between the king and the cardinal--the choice made, it must be persisted in.
To fight, that was to disobey the law, that was to risk his head, that was to make at one blow an enemy of a minister more powerful than the king himself.
Se tournant donc vers Athos et ses amis:
All this young man perceived, and yet, to his praise we speak it, he did not hesitate a second.
Turning towards Athos and his friends, "Gentlemen," said he, "allow me to correct your words, if you please.
You said you were but three, but it appears to me we are four."
"But you are not one of us," said Porthos.
"That’s true," replied d’Artagnan; "I have not the uniform, but I have the spirit.
My heart is that of a Musketeer; I feel it, monsieur, and that impels me on."
"Withdraw, young man," cried Jussac, who doubtless, by his gestures and the expression of his countenance, had guessed d’Artagnan’s design.
"You may retire; we consent to that.
Save your skin; begone quickly."
D' Artagnan ne bougea point.
D’Artagnan did not budge.
"Decidedly, you are a brave fellow," said Athos, pressing the young man’s hand.
"Come, come, choose your part," replied Jussac.
"Well," said Porthos to Aramis, "we must do something."
"Monsieur is full of generosity," said Athos.
But all three reflected upon the youth of d’Artagnan, and dreaded his inexperience.
"We should only be three, one of whom is wounded, with the addition of a boy," resumed Athos; "and yet it will not be the less said we were four men."
"Yes, but to yield!" said Porthos.
-- C' est difficile », reprit Athos.
"That IS difficult," replied Athos.
D' Artagnan comprit leur irrésolution.
D’Artagnan comprehended their irresolution.
"Try me, gentlemen," said he, "and I swear to you by my honor that I will not go hence if we are conquered."
"What is your name, my brave fellow?" said Athos.
-- D'Artagnan, monsieur.
-- Eh bien, Athos, Porthos, Aramis et d' Artagnan, en avant ! cria Athos.
"Well, then, Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and d’Artagnan, forward!" cried Athos.
"Come, gentlemen, have you decided?" cried Jussac for the third time.
"It is done, gentlemen," said Athos.
"And what is your choice?" asked Jussac.
"We are about to have the honor of charging you," replied Aramis, lifting his hat with one hand and drawing his sword with the other.
"Ah! You resist, do you?" cried Jussac.
-- Sangdieu ! cela vous étonne ? »
"S’blood; does that astonish you?"
And the nine combatants rushed upon each other with a fury which however did not exclude a certain degree of method.
Athos fixed upon a certain Cahusac, a favorite of the cardinal’s. Porthos had Bicarat, and Aramis found himself opposed to two adversaries.
As to d’Artagnan, he sprang toward Jussac himself.
The heart of the young Gascon beat as if it would burst through his side--not from fear, God be thanked, he had not the shade of it, but with emulation; he fought like a furious tiger, turning ten times round his adversary, and changing his ground and his guard twenty times.
Jussac était, comme on le disait alors, friand de la lame, et avait fort pratiqué; cependant il avait toutes les peines du monde à se défendre contre un adversaire qui, agile et bondissant, s' écartait à tout moment des règles reçues, attaquant de tous côtés à la fois, et tout cela en parant en homme qui a le plus grand respect pour son épiderme.
Jussac was, as was then said, a fine blade, and had had much practice; nevertheless it required all his skill to defend himself against an adversary who, active and energetic, departed every instant from received rules, attacking him on all sides at once, and yet parrying like a man who had the greatest respect for his own epidermis.
This contest at length exhausted Jussac’s patience.
Furious at being held in check by one whom he had considered a boy, he became warm and began to make mistakes.
D' Artagnan, qui, à défaut de la pratique, avait une profonde théorie, redoubla d' agilité.
D’Artagnan, who though wanting in practice had a sound theory, redoubled his agility.
Jussac, anxious to put an end to this, springing forward, aimed a terrible thrust at his adversary, but the latter parried it; and while Jussac was recovering himself, glided like a serpent beneath his blade, and passed his sword through his body.
Jussac tomba comme une masse.
Jussac fell like a dead mass.
D' Artagnan jeta alors un coup d' oeil inquiet et rapide sur le champ de bataille.
D’Artagnan then cast an anxious and rapid glance over the field of battle.
Aramis had killed one of his adversaries, but the other pressed him warmly.
Nevertheless, Aramis was in a good situation, and able to defend himself.
Bicarat and Porthos had just made counterhits. Porthos had received a thrust through his arm, and Bicarat one through his thigh.
But neither of these two wounds was serious, and they only fought more earnestly.
Athos, wounded anew by Cahusac, became evidently paler, but did not give way a foot. He only changed his sword hand, and fought with his left hand.
According to the laws of dueling at that period, d’Artagnan was at liberty to assist whom he pleased. While he was endeavoring to find out which of his companions stood in greatest need, he caught a glance from Athos.
Ce coup d' oeil était d' une éloquence sublime.
The glance was of sublime eloquence.
Athos would have died rather than appeal for help; but he could look, and with that look ask assistance.
D’Artagnan interpreted it; with a terrible bound he sprang to the side of Cahusac, crying, "To me, Monsieur Guardsman; I will slay you!"
It was time; for Athos, whose great courage alone supported him, sank upon his knee.
"S’blood!" cried he to d’Artagnan, "do not kill him, young man, I beg of you. I have an old affair to settle with him when I am cured and sound again.
Disarm him only--make sure of his sword.
C' est cela.
Bien! très bien!»
Very well done!"
The exclamation was drawn from Athos by seeing the sword of Cahusac fly twenty paces from him.
D’Artagnan and Cahusac sprang forward at the same instant, the one to recover, the other to obtain, the sword; but d’Artagnan, being the more active, reached it first and placed his foot upon it.
Cahusac courut à celui des gardes qu' avait tué Aramis, s' empara de sa rapière, et voulut revenir à d' Artagnan; mais sur son chemin il rencontra Athos, qui, pendant cette pause d' un instant que lui avait procurée d' Artagnan, avait repris haleine, et qui, de crainte que d' Artagnan ne lui tuât son ennemi, voulait recommencer le combat.
Cahusac immediately ran to the Guardsman whom Aramis had killed, seized his rapier, and returned toward d’Artagnan; but on his way he met Athos, who during his relief which d’Artagnan had procured him had recovered his breath, and who, for fear that d’Artagnan would kill his enemy, wished to resume the fight.
D’Artagnan perceived that it would be disobliging Athos not to leave him alone; and in a few minutes Cahusac fell, with a sword thrust through his throat.
At the same instant Aramis placed his sword point on the breast of his fallen enemy, and forced him to ask for mercy.
Restaient Porthos et Biscarat.
There only then remained Porthos and Bicarat.
Porthos made a thousand flourishes, asking Bicarat what o’clock it could be, and offering him his compliments upon his brother’s having just obtained a company in the regiment of Navarre; but, jest as he might, he gained nothing.
Bicarat was one of those iron men who never fell dead.
Nevertheless, it was necessary to finish.
The watch might come up and take all the combatants, wounded or not, royalists or cardinalists.
Athos, Aramis, and d’Artagnan surrounded Bicarat, and required him to surrender.
Though alone against all and with a wound in his thigh, Bicarat wished to hold out; but Jussac, who had risen upon his elbow, cried out to him to yield.
Bicarat was a Gascon, as d’Artagnan was; he turned a deaf ear, and contented himself with laughing, and between two parries finding time to point to a spot of earth with his sword, "Here," cried he, parodying a verse of the Bible, "here will Bicarat die; for I only am left, and they seek my life."
"But there are four against you; leave off, I command you."
"Ah, if you command me, that’s another thing," said Bicarat.
"As you are my commander, it is my duty to obey."
And springing backward, he broke his sword across his knee to avoid the necessity of surrendering it, threw the pieces over the convent wall, and crossed him arms, whistling a cardinalist air.
Bravery is always respected, even in an enemy.
The Musketeers saluted Bicarat with their swords, and returned them to their sheaths.
D’Artagnan did the same. Then, assisted by Bicarat, the only one left standing, he bore Jussac, Cahusac, and one of Aramis’s adversaries who was only wounded, under the porch of the convent.
The fourth, as we have said, was dead.
They then rang the bell, and carrying away four swords out of five, they took their road, intoxicated with joy, toward the hotel of M. de Treville.
They walked arm in arm, occupying the whole width of the street and taking in every Musketeer they met, so that in the end it became a triumphal march.
The heart of d’Artagnan swam in delirium; he marched between Athos and Porthos, pressing them tenderly.
"If I am not yet a Musketeer," said he to his new friends, as he passed through the gateway of M. de Treville’s hotel, "at least I have entered upon my apprenticeship, haven’t I?"
CHAPITRE VI SA MAJESTÉ LE ROI LOUIS TREIZIÈME
6 HIS MAJESTY KING LOUIS XIII
This affair made a great noise. M. de Treville scolded his Musketeers in public, and congratulated them in private; but as no time was to be lost in gaining the king, M. de Treville hastened to report himself at the Louvre. It was already too late.
The king was closeted with the cardinal, and M. de Treville was informed that the king was busy and could not receive him at that moment. In the evening M. de Treville attended the king’s gaming table.
Le soir, M. de Tréville vint au jeu du roi.
The king was winning; and as he was very avaricious, he was in an excellent humor. Perceiving M. de Treville at a distance--
Le roi gagnait, et comme Sa Majesté était fort avare, elle était d' excellente humeur; aussi, du plus loin que le roi aperçut Tréville: « Venez ici, monsieur le capitaine, dit -il, venez que je vous gronde; savez -vous que Son Éminence est venue me faire des plaintes sur vos mousquetaires, et cela avec une telle émotion, que ce soir Son Éminence en est malade ?
"Come here, Monsieur Captain," said he, "come here, that I may growl at you. Do you know that his Eminence has been making fresh complaints against your Musketeers, and that with so much emotion, that this evening his Eminence is indisposed?
Ah, these Musketeers of yours are very devils--fellows to be hanged."
-- Non, Sire, répondit Tréville, qui vit du premier coup d' oeil comment la chose allait tourner; non, tout au contraire, ce sont de bonnes créatures, douces comme des agneaux, et qui n' ont qu' un désir, je m' en ferais garant: c' est que leur épée ne sorte du fourreau que pour le service de Votre Majesté.
"No, sire," replied Treville, who saw at the first glance how things would go, "on the contrary, they are good creatures, as meek as lambs, and have but one desire, I’ll be their warranty. And that is that their swords may never leave their scabbards but in your majesty’s service.
But what are they to do? The Guards of Monsieur the Cardinal are forever seeking quarrels with them, and for the honor of the corps even, the poor young men are obliged to defend themselves."
"Listen to Monsieur de Treville," said the king; "listen to him! Would not one say he was speaking of a religious community?
In truth, my dear Captain, I have a great mind to take away your commission and give it to Mademoiselle de Chemerault, to whom I promised an abbey.
But don’t fancy that I am going to take you on your bare word.
On m' appelle Louis le Juste, monsieur de Tréville, et tout à l' heure, tout à l' heure nous verrons.
I am called Louis the Just, Monsieur de Treville, and by and by, by and by we will see."
"Ah, sire; it is because I confide in that justice that I shall wait patiently and quietly the good pleasure of your Majesty."
"Wait, then, monsieur, wait," said the king; "I will not detain you long."
In fact, fortune changed; and as the king began to lose what he had won, he was not sorry to find an excuse for playing Charlemagne--if we may use a gaming phrase of whose origin we confess our ignorance.
The king therefore arose a minute after, and putting the money which lay before him into his pocket, the major part of which arose from his winnings, "La Vieuville," said he, "take my place; I must speak to Monsieur de Treville on an affair of importance.
Ah, I had eighty louis before me; put down the same sum, so that they who have lost may have nothing to complain of.
La justice avant tout.»
Justice before everything."
Then turning toward M. de Treville and walking with him toward the embrasure of a window, "Well, monsieur," continued he, "you say it is his Eminence’s Guards who have sought a quarrel with your Musketeers?"
-- Oui, Sire, comme toujours.
"Yes, sire, as they always do."
"And how did the thing happen? Let us see, for you know, my dear Captain, a judge must hear both sides."
-- Ah! mon Dieu! de la façon la plus simple et la plus naturelle.
"Good Lord! In the most simple and natural manner possible.
Trois de mes meilleurs soldats, que Votre Majesté connaît de nom et dont elle a plus d' une fois apprécié le dévouement, et qui ont, je puis l' affirmer au roi, son service fort à coeur; -- trois de mes meilleurs soldats, dis -je, MM. Athos, Porthos et Aramis, avaient fait une partie de plaisir avec un jeune cadet de Gascogne que je leur avais recommandé le matin même.
Three of my best soldiers, whom your Majesty knows by name, and whose devotedness you have more than once appreciated, and who have, I dare affirm to the king, his service much at heart--three of my best soldiers, I say, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, had made a party of pleasure with a young fellow from Gascony, whom I had introduced to them the same morning.
La partie allait avoir lieu à Saint-Germain, je crois, et ils s' étaient donné rendez-vous aux Carmes-Deschaux, lorsqu' elle fut troublée par M. de Jussac et MM. Cahusac, Biscarat, et deux autres gardes qui ne venaient certes pas là en si nombreuse compagnie sans mauvaise intention contre les édits.
The party was to take place at St. Germain, I believe, and they had appointed to meet at the Carmes-Deschaux, when they were disturbed by de Jussac, Cahusac, Bicarat, and two other Guardsmen, who certainly did not go there in such a numerous company without some ill intention against the edicts." "Ah, ah!
You incline me to think so," said the king. "There is no doubt they went thither to fight themselves."
"I do not accuse them, sire; but I leave your Majesty to judge what five armed men could possibly be going to do in such a deserted place as the neighborhood of the Convent des Carmes."
"Yes, you are right, Treville, you are right!"
"Then, upon seeing my Musketeers they changed their minds, and forgot their private hatred for partisan hatred; for your Majesty cannot be ignorant that the Musketeers, who belong to the king and nobody but the king, are the natural enemies of the Guardsmen, who belong to the cardinal."
"Yes, Treville, yes," said the king, in a melancholy tone; "and it is very sad, believe me, to see thus two parties in France, two heads to royalty. But all this will come to an end, Treville, will come to an end.
You say, then, that the Guardsmen sought a quarrel with the Musketeers?"
"I say that it is probable that things have fallen out so, but I will not swear to it, sire.
You know how difficult it is to discover the truth; and unless a man be endowed with that admirable instinct which causes Louis XIII to be named the Just--"
"You are right, Treville; but they were not alone, your Musketeers. They had a youth with them?"
"Yes, sire, and one wounded man; so that three of the king’s Musketeers--one of whom was wounded--and a youth not only maintained their ground against five of the most terrible of the cardinal’s Guardsmen, but absolutely brought four of them to earth."
"Why, this is a victory!" cried the king, all radiant, "a complete victory!"
-- Oui, Sire, aussi complète que celle du pont de Cé.
"Yes, sire; as complete as that of the Bridge of Ce."
-- Quatre hommes, dont un blessé, et un enfant, dites -vous ?
"Four men, one of them wounded, and a youth, say you?"
"One hardly a young man; but who, however, behaved himself so admirably on this occasion that I will take the liberty of recommending him to your Majesty."
-- Comment s' appelle -t-il ?
"How does he call himself?"
"d’Artagnan, sire; he is the son of one of my oldest friends--the son of a man who served under the king your father, of glorious memory, in the civil war."
"And you say this young man behaved himself well?
Tell me how, Treville--you know how I delight in accounts of war and fighting."
And Louis XIII twisted his mustache proudly, placing his hand upon his hip.
« Sire, reprit Tréville, comme je vous l' ai dit M. d' Artagnan est presque un enfant, et comme il n' a pas l' honneur d' être mousquetaire, il était en habit bourgeois; les gardes de M. le cardinal, reconnaissant sa grande jeunesse et, de plus, qu' il était étranger au corps, l' invitèrent donc à se retirer avant qu' ils attaquassent.
"Sire," resumed Treville, "as I told you, Monsieur d’Artagnan is little more than a boy; and as he has not the honor of being a Musketeer, he was dressed as a citizen. The Guards of the cardinal, perceiving his youth and that he did not belong to the corps, invited him to retire before they attacked."
"So you may plainly see, Treville," interrupted the king, "it was they who attacked?"
"That is true, sire; there can be no more doubt on that head. They called upon him then to retire; but he answered that he was a Musketeer at heart, entirely devoted to your Majesty, and that therefore he would remain with Messieurs the Musketeers."
-- Brave jeune homme ! murmura le roi.
"Brave young man!" murmured the king.
"Well, he did remain with them; and your Majesty has in him so firm a champion that it was he who gave Jussac the terrible sword thrust which has made the cardinal so angry."
"He who wounded Jussac!" cried the king, "he, a boy!
Ceci, Tréville, c' est impossible.
Treville, that’s impossible!"
"It is as I have the honor to relate it to your Majesty."
-- Jussac, une des premières lames du royaume!
"Jussac, one of the first swordsmen in the kingdom?"
"Well, sire, for once he found his master."
"I will see this young man, Treville--I will see him; and if anything can be done--well, we will make it our business."
"When will your Majesty deign to receive him?"
-- Demain à midi, Tréville.
"Tomorrow, at midday, Treville."
-- L'amènerai-je seul?
"Shall I bring him alone?"
-- Non, amenez -les -moi tous les quatre ensemble.
"No, bring me all four together.
-- À midi, Sire, nous serons au Louvre.
I wish to thank them all at once.
-- Ah! par le petit escalier, Tréville, par le petit escalier.
Devoted men are so rare, Treville, by the back staircase.
Il est inutile que le cardinal sache...
It is useless to let the cardinal know."
-- Oui, Sire.
"You understand, Treville--an edict is still an edict, it is forbidden to fight, after all."
"But this encounter, sire, is quite out of the ordinary conditions of a duel. It is a brawl; and the proof is that there were five of the cardinal’s Guardsmen against my three Musketeers and Monsieur d’Artagnan."
"That is true," said the king; "but never mind, Treville, come still by the back staircase."
Treville smiled; but as it was indeed something to have prevailed upon this child to rebel against his master, he saluted the king respectfully, and with this agreement, took leave of him.
That evening the three Musketeers were informed of the honor accorded them.
As they had long been acquainted with the king, they were not much excited; but d’Artagnan, with his Gascon imagination, saw in it his future fortune, and passed the night in golden dreams.
Aussi, dès huit heures du matin, était -il chez Athos.
By eight o’clock in the morning he was at the apartment of Athos.
D’Artagnan found the Musketeer dressed and ready to go out.
As the hour to wait upon the king was not till twelve, he had made a party with Porthos and Aramis to play a game at tennis in a tennis court situated near the stables of the Luxembourg.
Athos invited d’Artagnan to follow them; and although ignorant of the game, which he had never played, he accepted, not knowing what to do with his time from nine o’clock in the morning, as it then scarcely was, till twelve.
The two Musketeers were already there, and were playing together.
Athos, who was very expert in all bodily exercises, passed with d’Artagnan to the opposite side and challenged them; but at the first effort he made, although he played with his left hand, he found that his wound was yet too recent to allow of such exertion.
D’Artagnan remained, therefore, alone; and as he declared he was too ignorant of the game to play it regularly they only continued giving balls to one another without counting.
But one of these balls, launched by Porthos’ herculean hand, passed so close to d’Artagnan’s face that he thought that if, instead of passing near, it had hit him, his audience would have been probably lost, as it would have been impossible for him to present himself before the king.
Now, as upon this audience, in his Gascon imagination, depended his future life, he saluted Aramis and Porthos politely, declaring that he would not resume the game until he should be prepared to play with them on more equal terms, and went and took his place near the cord and in the gallery.
Unfortunately for d’Artagnan, among the spectators was one of his Eminence’s Guardsmen, who, still irritated by the defeat of his companions, which had happened only the day before, had promised himself to seize the first opportunity of avenging it.
He believed this opportunity was now come and addressed his neighbor: "It is not astonishing that that young man should be afraid of a ball, for he is doubtless a Musketeer apprentice."
D’Artagnan turned round as if a serpent had stung him, and fixed his eyes intensely upon the Guardsman who had just made this insolent speech.
"PARDIEU," resumed the latter, twisting his mustache, "look at me as long as you like, my little gentleman! I have said what I have said."
"And as since that which you have said is too clear to require any explanation," replied d’Artagnan, in a low voice, "I beg you to follow me."
-- Et quand cela ? demanda le garde avec le même air railleur.
"And when?" asked the Guardsman, with the same jeering air.
-- Tout de suite, s' il vous plaît.
"At once, if you please."
"And you know who I am, without doubt?"
"I? I am completely ignorant; nor does it much disquiet me."
"You’re in the wrong there; for if you knew my name, perhaps you would not be so pressing."
-- Comment vous appelez -vous ?
"What is your name?"
-- Bernajoux, pour vous servir.
"Bernajoux, at your service."
"Well, then, Monsieur Bernajoux," said d’Artagnan, tranquilly, "I will wait for you at the door."
-- Allez, monsieur, je vous suis.
"Go, monsieur, I will follow you."
"Do not hurry yourself, monsieur, lest it be observed that we go out together. You must be aware that for our undertaking, company would be in the way."
"That’s true," said the Guardsman, astonished that his name had not produced more effect upon the young man.
Indeed, the name of Bernajoux was known to all the world, d’Artagnan alone excepted, perhaps; for it was one of those which figured most frequently in the daily brawls which all the edicts of the cardinal could not repress.
Porthos and Aramis were so engaged with their game, and Athos was watching them with so much attention, that they did not even perceive their young companion go out, who, as he had told the Guardsman of his Eminence, stopped outside the door. An instant after, the Guardsman descended in his turn.
As d’Artagnan had no time to lose, on account of the audience of the king, which was fixed for midday, he cast his eyes around, and seeing that the street was empty, said to his adversary, "My faith!
It is fortunate for you, although your name is Bernajoux, to have only to deal with an apprentice Musketeer. Never mind; be content, I will do my best.
"But," said he whom d’Artagnan thus provoked, "it appears to me that this place is badly chosen, and that we should be better behind the Abbey St. Germain or in the Pre-aux-Clercs."
"What you say is full of sense," replied d’Artagnan; "but unfortunately I have very little time to spare, having an appointment at twelve precisely.
En garde donc, monsieur, en garde!»
On guard, then, monsieur, on guard!"
Bernajoux was not a man to have such a compliment paid to him twice.
In an instant his sword glittered in his hand, and he sprang upon his adversary, whom, thanks to his great youthfulness, he hoped to intimidate.
Mais d' Artagnan avait fait la veille son apprentissage, et tout frais émoulu de sa victoire, tout gonflé de sa future faveur, il était résolu à ne pas reculer d' un pas: aussi les deux fers se trouvèrent -ils engagés jusqu' à la garde, et comme d' Artagnan tenait ferme à sa place, ce fut son adversaire qui fit un pas de retraite.
But d’Artagnan had on the preceding day served his apprenticeship. Fresh sharpened by his victory, full of hopes of future favor, he was resolved not to recoil a step.
So the two swords were crossed close to the hilts, and as d’Artagnan stood firm, it was his adversary who made the retreating step; but d’Artagnan seized the moment at which, in this movement, the sword of Bernajoux deviated from the line.
He freed his weapon, made a lunge, and touched his adversary on the shoulder. d’Artagnan immediately made a step backward and raised his sword; but Bernajoux cried out that it was nothing, and rushing blindly upon him, absolutely spitted himself upon d’Artagnan’s sword.
Cependant, comme il ne tombait pas, comme il ne se déclarait pas vaincu, mais que seulement il rompait du côté de l' hôtel de M. de La Trémouille au service duquel il avait un parent, d' Artagnan, ignorant lui-même la gravité de la dernière blessure que son adversaire avait reçue, le pressait vivement, et sans doute allait l' achever d' un troisième coup, lorsque la rumeur qui s' élevait de la rue s' étant étendue jusqu' au jeu de paume, deux des amis du garde, qui l' avaient entendu échanger quelques paroles avec d' Artagnan et qui l' avaient vu sortir à la suite de ces paroles, se précipitèrent l' épée à la main hors du tripot et tombèrent sur le vainqueur.
As, however, he did not fall, as he did not declare himself conquered, but only broke away toward the hotel of M. de la Tremouille, in whose service he had a relative, d’Artagnan was ignorant of the seriousness of the last wound his adversary had received, and pressing him warmly, without doubt would soon have completed his work with a third blow, when the noise which arose from the street being heard in the tennis court, two of the friends of the Guardsman, who had seen him go out after exchanging some words with d’Artagnan, rushed, sword in hand, from the court, and fell upon the conqueror.
But Athos, Porthos, and Aramis quickly appeared in their turn, and the moment the two Guardsmen attacked their young companion, drove them back.
Bernajoux now fell, and as the Guardsmen were only two against four, they began to cry, "To the rescue! The Hotel de la Tremouille!"
At these cries, all who were in the hotel rushed out and fell upon the four companions, who on their side cried aloud, "To the rescue, Musketeers!"
This cry was generally heeded; for the Musketeers were known to be enemies of the cardinal, and were beloved on account of the hatred they bore to his Eminence.
Thus the soldiers of other companies than those which belonged to the Red Duke, as Aramis had called him, often took part with the king’s Musketeers in these quarrels.
Of three Guardsmen of the company of M. Dessessart who were passing, two came to the assistance of the four companions, while the other ran toward the hotel of M. de Treville, crying, "To the rescue, Musketeers! To the rescue!"
As usual, this hotel was full of soldiers of this company, who hastened to the succor of their comrades.
Comme d' habitude, l' hôtel de M. de Tréville était plein de soldats de cette arme, qui accoururent au secours de leurs camarades; la mêlée devint générale, mais la force était aux mousquetaires: les gardes du cardinal et les gens de M. de La Trémouille se retirèrent dans l' hôtel, dont ils fermèrent les portes assez à temps pour empêcher que leurs ennemis n' y fissent irruption en même temps qu' eux.
The MELEE became general, but strength was on the side of the Musketeers. The cardinal’s Guards and M. de la Tremouille’s people retreated into the hotel, the doors of which they closed just in time to prevent their enemies from entering with them.
As to the wounded man, he had been taken in at once, and, as we have said, in a very bad state.
Excitement was at its height among the Musketeers and their allies, and they even began to deliberate whether they should not set fire to the hotel to punish the insolence of M. de la Tremouille’s domestics in daring to make a SORTIE upon the king’s Musketeers.
The proposition had been made, and received with enthusiasm, when fortunately eleven o’clock struck.
D’Artagnan and his companions remembered their audience, and as they would very much have regretted that such an opportunity should be lost, they succeeded in calming their friends, who contented themselves with hurling some paving stones against the gates; but the gates were too strong.
On se contenta donc de jeter quelques pavés dans les portes, mais les portes résistèrent: alors on se lassa; d'ailleurs ceux qui devaient être regardés comme les chefs de l' entreprise avaient depuis un instant quitté le groupe et s' acheminaient vers l' hôtel de M. de Tréville, qui les attendait, déjà au courant de cette algarade.
They soon tired of the sport. Besides, those who must be considered the leaders of the enterprise had quit the group and were making their way toward the hotel of M. de Treville, who was waiting for them, already informed of this fresh disturbance.
"Quick to the Louvre," said he, "to the Louvre without losing an instant, and let us endeavor to see the king before he is prejudiced by the cardinal. We will describe the thing to him as a consequence of the affair of yesterday, and the two will pass off together."
M de Treville, accompanied by the four young fellows, directed his course toward the Louvre; but to the great astonishment of the captain of the Musketeers, he was informed that the king had gone stag hunting in the forest of St. Germain.
M. de Treville required this intelligence to be repeated to him twice, and each time his companions saw his brow become darker.
"Had his Majesty," asked he, "any intention of holding this hunting party yesterday?"
"No, your Excellency," replied the valet de chambre, "the Master of the Hounds came this morning to inform him that he had marked down a stag.
At first the king answered that he would not go; but he could not resist his love of sport, and set out after dinner."
"And the king has seen the cardinal?" asked M. de Treville.
"In all probability he has," replied the valet, "for I saw the horses harnessed to his Eminence’s carriage this morning, and when I asked where he was going, they told me, ’To St. Germain.’"
"He is beforehand with us," said M. de Treville. "Gentlemen, I will see the king this evening; but as to you, I do not advise you to risk doing so."
This advice was too reasonable, and moreover came from a man who knew the king too well, to allow the four young men to dispute it.
M. de Treville recommended everyone to return home and wait for news.
On entering his hotel, M. de Treville thought it best to be first in making the complaint.
He sent one of his servants to M. de la Tremouille with a letter in which he begged of him to eject the cardinal’s Guardsmen from his house, and to reprimand his people for their audacity in making SORTIE against the king’s Musketeers.
But M. de la Tremouille--already prejudiced by his esquire, whose relative, as we already know, Bernajoux was--replied that it was neither for M. de Treville nor the Musketeers to complain, but, on the contrary, for him, whose people the Musketeers had assaulted and whose hotel they had endeavored to burn.
Now, as the debate between these two nobles might last a long time, each becoming, naturally, more firm in his own opinion, M. de Treville thought of an expedient which might terminate it quietly. This was to go himself to M. de la Tremouille.
He repaired, therefore, immediately to his hotel, and caused himself to be announced.
The two nobles saluted each other politely, for if no friendship existed between them, there was at least esteem.
Both were men of courage and honor; and as M. de la Tremouille--a Protestant, and seeing the king seldom--was of no party, he did not, in general, carry any bias into his social relations.
Cette fois, néanmoins, son accueil quoique poli fut plus froid que d' habitude.
This time, however, his address, although polite, was cooler than usual.
"Monsieur," said M. de Treville, "we fancy that we have each cause to complain of the other, and I am come to endeavor to clear up this affair."
"I have no objection," replied M. de la Tremouille, "but I warn you that I am well informed, and all the fault is with your Musketeers."
"You are too just and reasonable a man, monsieur!" said Treville, "not to accept the proposal I am about to make to you."
-- Faites, monsieur, j' écoute.
"Make it, monsieur, I listen."
"How is Monsieur Bernajoux, your esquire’s relative?"
-- Mais, monsieur, fort mal.
"Why, monsieur, very ill indeed!
In addition to the sword thrust in his arm, which is not dangerous, he has received another right through his lungs, of which the doctor says bad things."
"But has the wounded man retained his senses?"
-- Parle -t-il ?
"Does he talk?"
-- Avec difficulté, mais il parle.
"With difficulty, but he can speak."
"Well, monsieur, let us go to him. Let us adjure him, in the name of the God before whom he must perhaps appear, to speak the truth.
I will take him for judge in his own cause, monsieur, and will believe what he will say."
M de la Tremouille reflected for an instant; then as it was difficult to suggest a more reasonable proposal, he agreed to it.
Both descended to the chamber in which the wounded man lay.
The latter, on seeing these two noble lords who came to visit him, endeavored to raise himself up in his bed; but he was too weak, and exhausted by the effort, he fell back again almost senseless.
M de la Tremouille approached him, and made him inhale some salts, which recalled him to life.
Then M. de Treville, unwilling that it should be thought that he had influenced the wounded man, requested M. de la Tremouille to interrogate him himself.
That happened which M. de Treville had foreseen.
Placed between life and death, as Bernajoux was, he had no idea for a moment of concealing the truth; and he described to the two nobles the affair exactly as it had passed. This was all that M. de Treville wanted.
He wished Bernajoux a speedy convalescence, took leave of M. de la Tremouille, returned to his hotel, and immediately sent word to the four friends that he awaited their company at dinner.
M. de Tréville recevait fort bonne compagnie, toute anticardinaliste d'ailleurs.
M de Treville entertained good company, wholly anticardinalist, though.
It may easily be understood, therefore, that the conversation during the whole of dinner turned upon the two checks that his Eminence’s Guardsmen had received.
Now, as d’Artagnan had been the hero of these two fights, it was upon him that all the felicitations fell, which Athos, Porthos, and Aramis abandoned to him, not only as good comrades, but as men who had so often had their turn that could very well afford him his.
Toward six o’clock M. de Treville announced that it was time to go to the Louvre; but as the hour of audience granted by his Majesty was past, instead of claiming the ENTREE by the back stairs, he placed himself with the four young men in the antechamber.
The king had not yet returned from hunting.
Our young men had been waiting about half an hour, amid a crowd of courtiers, when all the doors were thrown open, and his Majesty was announced.
At his announcement d’Artagnan felt himself tremble to the very marrow of his bones.
The coming instant would in all probability decide the rest of his life.
His eyes therefore were fixed in a sort of agony upon the door through which the king must enter.
Louis XIII appeared, walking fast. He was in hunting costume covered with dust, wearing large boots, and holding a whip in his hand.
At the first glance, d’Artagnan judged that the mind of the king was stormy.
This disposition, visible as it was in his Majesty, did not prevent the courtiers from ranging themselves along his pathway. In royal antechambers it is worth more to be viewed with an angry eye than not to be seen at all.
Les trois mousquetaires n' hésitèrent donc pas, et firent un pas en avant, tandis que d' Artagnan au contraire restait caché derrière eux; mais quoique le roi connût personnellement Athos, Porthos et Aramis, il passa devant eux sans les regarder, sans leur parler et comme s' il ne les avait jamais vus.
The three Musketeers therefore did not hesitate to make a step forward. D’Artagnan on the contrary remained concealed behind them; but although the king knew Athos, Porthos, and Aramis personally, he passed before them without speaking or looking--indeed, as if he had never seen them before.
As for M. de Treville, when the eyes of the king fell upon him, he sustained the look with so much firmness that it was the king who dropped his eyes; after which his Majesty, grumbling, entered his apartment.
"Matters go but badly," said Athos, smiling; "and we shall not be made Chevaliers of the Order this time."
"Wait here ten minutes," said M. de Treville; "and if at the expiration of ten minutes you do not see me come out, return to my hotel, for it will be useless for you to wait for me longer."
The four young men waited ten minutes, a quarter of an hour, twenty minutes; and seeing that M. de Treville did not return, went away very uneasy as to what was going to happen.
M de Treville entered the king’s cabinet boldly, and found his Majesty in a very ill humor, seated on an armchair, beating his boot with the handle of his whip. This, however, did not prevent his asking, with the greatest coolness, after his Majesty’s health.
"Bad, monsieur, bad!" replied the king; "I am bored."
This was, in fact, the worst complaint of Louis XIII, who would sometimes take one of his courtiers to a window and say, "Monsieur So-and-so, let us weary ourselves together."
Your Majesty is bored?
Have you not enjoyed the pleasures of the chase today?"
-- Beau plaisir, monsieur!
"A fine pleasure, indeed, monsieur!
Upon my soul, everything degenerates; and I don’t know whether it is the game which leaves no scent, or the dogs that have no noses.
We started a stag of ten branches. We chased him for six hours, and when he was near being taken--when St.-Simon was already putting his horn to his mouth to sound the mort--crack, all the pack takes the wrong scent and sets off after a two-year-older.
I shall be obliged to give up hunting, as I have given up hawking. Ah, I am an unfortunate king, Monsieur de Treville!
I had but one gerfalcon, and he died day before yesterday." "Indeed, sire, I wholly comprehend your disappointment.
The misfortune is great; but I think you have still a good number of falcons, sparrow hawks, and tiercets." "And not a man to instruct them.
Falconers are declining. I know no one but myself who is acquainted with the noble art of venery.
After me it will all be over, and people will hunt with gins, snares, and traps.
If I had but the time to train pupils! But there is the cardinal always at hand, who does not leave me a moment’s repose; who talks to me about Spain, who talks to me about Austria, who talks to me about England!
Ah ! à propos de M. le cardinal, monsieur de Tréville, je suis mécontent de vous. »
Ah! A PROPOS of the cardinal, Monsieur de Treville, I am vexed with you!"
M. de Tréville attendait le roi à cette chute.
This was the chance at which M. de Treville waited for the king.
He knew the king of old, and he knew that all these complaints were but a preface--a sort of excitation to encourage himself--and that he had now come to his point at last.
"And in what have I been so unfortunate as to displease your Majesty?" asked M. de Treville, feigning the most profound astonishment.
-- Est -ce ainsi que vous faites votre charge, monsieur ? continua le roi sans répondre directement à la question de M. de Tréville; est -ce pour cela que je vous ai nommé capitaine de mes mousquetaires, que ceux -ci assassinent un homme, émeuvent tout un quartier et veulent brûler Paris sans que vous en disiez un mot ?
"Is it thus you perform your charge, monsieur?" continued the king, without directly replying to de Treville’s question. "Is it for this I name you captain of my Musketeers, that they should assassinate a man, disturb a whole quarter, and endeavor to set fire to Paris, without your saying a word?
But yet," continued the king, "undoubtedly my haste accuses you wrongfully; without doubt the rioters are in prison, and you come to tell me justice is done."
"Sire," replied M. de Treville, calmly, "on the contrary, I come to demand it of you."
-- Et contre qui ? s' écria le roi.
"And against whom?" cried the king.
-- Contre les calomniateurs, dit M. de Tréville.
"Against calumniators," said M. de Treville. "Ah!
This is something new," replied the king.
"Will you tell me that your three damned Musketeers, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, and your youngster from Bearn, have not fallen, like so many furies, upon poor Bernajoux, and have not maltreated him in such a fashion that probably by this time he is dead?
N' allez -vous pas dire qu' ensuite ils n' ont pas fait le siège de l' hôtel du duc de La Trémouille, et qu' ils n' ont point voulu le brûler ! ce qui n' aurait peut-être pas été un très grand malheur en temps de guerre, vu que c' est un nid de huguenots, mais ce qui, en temps de paix, est un fâcheux exemple.
Will you tell me that they did not lay siege to the hotel of the Duc de la Tremouille, and that they did not endeavor to burn it?--which would not, perhaps, have been a great misfortune in time of war, seeing that it is nothing but a nest of Huguenots, but which is, in time of peace, a frightful example.
Tell me, now, can you deny all this?"
"And who told you this fine story, sire?" asked Treville, quietly.
"Who has told me this fine story, monsieur? Who should it be but he who watches while I sleep, who labors while I amuse myself, who conducts everything at home and abroad--in France as in Europe?"
"Your Majesty probably refers to God," said M. de Treville; "for I know no one except God who can be so far above your Majesty."
"No, monsieur; I speak of the prop of the state, of my only servant, of my only friend--of the cardinal."
-- Son Éminence n' est pas Sa Sainteté, Sire.
"His Eminence is not his holiness, sire."
-- Qu' entendez -vous par là, monsieur ?
"What do you mean by that, monsieur?"
"That it is only the Pope who is infallible, and that this infallibility does not extend to cardinals."
"You mean to say that he deceives me; you mean to say that he betrays me?
Vous l' accusez alors.
You accuse him, then?
Come, speak; avow freely that you accuse him!"
"No, sire, but I say that he deceives himself. I say that he is ill-informed. I say that he has hastily accused your Majesty’s Musketeers, toward whom he is unjust, and that he has not obtained his information from good sources."
-- L' accusation vient de M. de La Trémouille, du duc lui-même.
"The accusation comes from Monsieur de la Tremouille, from the duke himself.
Que répondrez -vous à cela ?
What do you say to that?"
"I might answer, sire, that he is too deeply interested in the question to be a very impartial witness; but so far from that, sire, I know the duke to be a royal gentleman, and I refer the matter to him--but upon one condition, sire."
"It is that your Majesty will make him come here, will interrogate him yourself, TETE-A-TETE, without witnesses, and that I shall see your Majesty as soon as you have seen the duke." "What, then!
You will bind yourself," cried the king, "by what Monsieur de la Tremouille shall say?"
-- Oui, Sire.
-- Vous accepterez son jugement?
"You will accept his judgment?"
-- Sans doute.
"Any you will submit to the reparation he may require?"
-- La Chesnaye ! fit le roi.
"La Chesnaye," said the king.
Le valet de chambre de confiance de Louis XIII, qui se tenait toujours à la porte, entra.
Louis XIII’s confidential valet, who never left the door, entered in reply to the call.
"La Chesnaye," said the king, "let someone go instantly and find Monsieur de la Tremouille; I wish to speak with him this evening."
"Your Majesty gives me your word that you will not see anyone between Monsieur de la Tremouille and myself?"
-- Personne, foi de gentilhomme.
"Nobody, by the faith of a gentleman."
-- À demain, Sire, alors.
"Tomorrow, then, sire?"
-- À demain, monsieur.
-- À quelle heure, s' il plaît à Votre Majesté ?
"At what o’clock, please your Majesty?"
-- À l'heure que vous voudrez.
"At any hour you will."
"But in coming too early I should be afraid of awakening your Majesty."
-- Me réveiller ?
Do you think I ever sleep, then?
I sleep no longer, monsieur. I sometimes dream, that’s all.
Come, then, as early as you like--at seven o’clock; but beware, if you and your Musketeers are guilty."
"If my Musketeers are guilty, sire, the guilty shall be placed in your Majesty’s hands, who will dispose of them at your good pleasure.
Does your Majesty require anything further? Speak, I am ready to obey."
"No, monsieur, no; I am not called Louis the Just without reason.
À demain donc, monsieur, à demain.
Tomorrow, then, monsieur--tomorrow."
-- Dieu garde jusque -là Votre Majesté ! »
"Till then, God preserve your Majesty!"
However ill the king might sleep, M. de Treville slept still worse. He had ordered his three Musketeers and their companion to be with him at half past six in the morning.
He took them with him, without encouraging them or promising them anything, and without concealing from them that their luck, and even his own, depended upon the cast of the dice.
Arrived at the foot of the back stairs, he desired them to wait.
If the king was still irritated against them, they would depart without being seen; if the king consented to see them, they would only have to be called.
En arrivant dans l' antichambre particulière du roi, M. de Tréville trouva La Chesnaye, qui lui apprit qu' on n' avait pas rencontré le duc de La Trémouille la veille au soir à son hôtel, qu' il était rentré trop tard pour se présenter au Louvre, qu' il venait seulement d' arriver, et qu' il était à cette heure chez le roi.
On arriving at the king’s private antechamber, M. de Treville found La Chesnaye, who informed him that they had not been able to find M. de la Tremouille on the preceding evening at his hotel, that he returned too late to present himself at the Louvre, that he had only that moment arrived and that he was at that very hour with the king.
This circumstance pleased M. de Treville much, as he thus became certain that no foreign suggestion could insinuate itself between M. de la Tremouille’s testimony and himself.
In fact, ten minutes had scarcely passed away when the door of the king’s closet opened, and M. de Treville saw M. de la Tremouille come out.
The duke came straight up to him, and said: "Monsieur de Treville, his Majesty has just sent for me in order to inquire respecting the circumstances which took place yesterday at my hotel.
I have told him the truth; that is to say, that the fault lay with my people, and that I was ready to offer you my excuses.
Since I have the good fortune to meet you, I beg you to receive them, and to hold me always as one of your friends."
"Monsieur the Duke," said M. de Treville, "I was so confident of your loyalty that I required no other defender before his Majesty than yourself.
I find that I have not been mistaken, and I thank you that there is still one man in France of whom may be said, without disappointment, what I have said of you."
-- C' est bien, c' est bien ! dit le roi qui avait écouté tous ces compliments entre les deux portes; seulement, dites -lui, Tréville, puisqu' il se prétend un de vos amis, que moi aussi je voudrais être des siens, mais qu' il me néglige; qu' il y a tantôt trois ans que je ne l' ai vu, et que je ne le vois que quand je l' envoie chercher.
"That’s well said," cried the king, who had heard all these compliments through the open door; "only tell him, Treville, since he wishes to be considered your friend, that I also wish to be one of his, but he neglects me; that it is nearly three years since I have seen him, and that I never do see him unless I send for him.
Tell him all this for me, for these are things which a king cannot say for himself."
"Thanks, sire, thanks," said the duke; "but your Majesty may be assured that it is not those--I do not speak of Monsieur de Treville--whom your Majesty sees at all hours of the day that are most devoted to you." "Ah!
You have heard what I said? So much the better, Duke, so much the better," said the king, advancing toward the door.
"Ah! It is you, Treville. Where are your Musketeers?
I told you the day before yesterday to bring them with you; why have you not done so?"
"They are below, sire, and with your permission La Chesnaye will bid them come up."
"Yes, yes, let them come up immediately. It is nearly eight o’clock, and at nine I expect a visit.
Go, Monsieur Duke, and return often.
Come in, Treville."
The Duke saluted and retired.
At the moment he opened the door, the three Musketeers and d’Artagnan, conducted by La Chesnaye, appeared at the top of the staircase.
"Come in, my braves," said the king, "come in; I am going to scold you."
The Musketeers advanced, bowing, d’Artagnan following closely behind them.
"What the devil!" continued the king. "Seven of his Eminence’s Guards placed HORS DE COMBAT by you four in two days!
That’s too many, gentlemen, too many!
If you go on so, his Eminence will be forced to renew his company in three weeks, and I to put the edicts in force in all their rigor.
One now and then I don’t say much about; but seven in two days, I repeat, it is too many, it is far too many!"
"Therefore, sire, your Majesty sees that they are come, quite contrite and repentant, to offer you their excuses."
-- Tout contrits et tout repentants!
"Quite contrite and repentant!
Hem!" said the king. "I place no confidence in their hypocritical faces. In particular, there is one yonder of a Gascon look.
Venez ici, monsieur. »
Come hither, monsieur."
D’Artagnan, who understood that it was to him this compliment was addressed, approached, assuming a most deprecating air.
"Why you told me he was a young man? This is a boy, Treville, a mere boy!
Do you mean to say that it was he who bestowed that severe thrust at Jussac?"
-- Et ces deux beaux coups d'épée à Bernajoux.
"And those two equally fine thrusts at Bernajoux."
"Without reckoning," said Athos, "that if he had not rescued me from the hands of Cahusac, I should not now have the honor of making my very humble reverence to your Majesty."
"Why he is a very devil, this Bearnais! VENTRE-SAINT-GRIS, Monsieur de Treville, as the king my father would have said.
But at this sort of work, many doublets must be slashed and many swords broken.
Now, Gascons are always poor, are they not?"
"Sire, I can assert that they have hitherto discovered no gold mines in their mountains; though the Lord owes them this miracle in recompense for the manner in which they supported the pretensions of the king your father."
"Which is to say that the Gascons made a king of me, myself, seeing that I am my father’s son, is it not, Treville?
Eh bien, à la bonne heure, je ne dis pas non.
Well, happily, I don’t say nay to it.
La Chesnaye, go and see if by rummaging all my pockets you can find forty pistoles; and if you can find them, bring them to me.
And now let us see, young man, with your hand upon your conscience, how did all this come to pass?"
D' Artagnan raconta l' aventure de la veille dans tous ses détails: comment, n' ayant pas pu dormir de la joie qu' il éprouvait à voir Sa Majesté, il était arrivé chez ses amis trois heures avant l' heure de l' audience; comment ils étaient allés ensemble au tripot, et comment, sur la crainte qu' il avait manifestée de recevoir une balle au visage, il avait été raillé par Bernajoux, lequel avait failli payer cette raillerie de la perte de la vie, et M. de La Trémouille, qui n' y était pour rien, de la perte de son hôtel.
D’Artagnan related the adventure of the preceding day in all its details; how, not having been able to sleep for the joy he felt in the expectation of seeing his Majesty, he had gone to his three friends three hours before the hour of audience; how they had gone together to the tennis court, and how, upon the fear he had manifested lest he receive a ball in the face, he had been jeered at by Bernajoux who had nearly paid for his jeer with his life and M. de la Tremouille, who had nothing to do with the matter, with the loss of his hotel.
"This is all very well," murmured the king, "yes, this is just the account the duke gave me of the affair. Poor cardinal!
Seven men in two days, and those of his very best! But that’s quite enough, gentlemen; please to understand, that’s enough. You have taken your revenge for the Rue Ferou, and even exceeded it; you ought to be satisfied."
"If your Majesty is so," said Treville, "we are."
"Oh, yes; I am," added the king, taking a handful of gold from La Chesnaye, and putting it into the hand of d’Artagnan.
Voici, dit -il, une preuve de ma satisfaction. »
"Here," said he, "is a proof of my satisfaction."
At this epoch, the ideas of pride which are in fashion in our days did not prevail.
A gentleman received, from hand to hand, money from the king, and was not the least in the world humiliated.
D’Artagnan put his forty pistoles into his pocket without any scruple--on the contrary, thanking his Majesty greatly.
"There," said the king, looking at a clock, "there, now, as it is half past eight, you may retire; for as I told you, I expect someone at nine.
Merci de votre dévouement, messieurs.
Thanks for your devotedness, gentlemen.
I may continue to rely upon it, may I not?"
"Oh, sire!" cried the four companions, with one voice, "we would allow ourselves to be cut to pieces in your Majesty’s service."
"Well, well, but keep whole; that will be better, and you will be more useful to me.
Tréville, ajouta le roi à demi-voix pendant que les autres se retiraient, comme vous n' avez pas de place dans les mousquetaires et que d'ailleurs pour entrer dans ce corps nous avons décidé qu' il fallait faire un noviciat, placez ce jeune homme dans la compagnie des gardes de M. des Essarts, votre beau- frère.
Treville," added the king, in a low voice, as the others were retiring, "as you have no room in the Musketeers, and as we have besides decided that a novitiate is necessary before entering that corps, place this young man in the company of the Guards of Monsieur Dessessart, your brother-in-law.
Ah, PARDIEU, Treville!
I enjoy beforehand the face the cardinal will make. He will be furious; but I don’t care.
I am doing what is right." The king waved his hand to Treville, who left him and rejoined the Musketeers, whom he found sharing the forty pistoles with d’Artagnan.
Et le cardinal, comme l' avait dit Sa Majesté, fut effectivement furieux, si furieux que pendant huit jours il abandonna le jeu du roi, ce qui n' empêchait pas le roi de lui faire la plus charmante mine du monde, et toutes les fois qu' il le rencontrait de lui demander de sa voix la plus caressante: « Eh bien, monsieur le cardinal, comment vont ce pauvre Bernajoux et ce pauvre Jussac, qui sont à vous ? »
The cardinal, as his Majesty had said, was really furious, so furious that during eight days he absented himself from the king’s gaming table. This did not prevent the king from being as complacent to him as possible whenever he met him, or from asking in the kindest tone, "Well, Monsieur Cardinal, how fares it with that poor Jussac and that poor Bernajoux of yours?"
CHAPITRE VII L'INTÉRIEUR DES MOUSQUETAIRES
7 THE INTERIOR OF "THE MUSKETEERS"
When d’Artagnan was out of the Louvre, and consulted his friends upon the use he had best make of his share of the forty pistoles, Athos advised him to order a good repast at the Pomme-de-Pin, Porthos to engage a lackey, and Aramis to provide himself with a suitable mistress.
The repast was carried into effect that very day, and the lackey waited at table.
The repast had been ordered by Athos, and the lackey furnished by Porthos.
He was a Picard, whom the glorious Musketeer had picked up on the Bridge Tournelle, making rings and plashing in the water.
Porthos pretended that this occupation was proof of a reflective and contemplative organization, and he had brought him away without any other recommendation.
La grande mine de ce gentilhomme, pour le compte duquel il se crut engagé, avait séduit Planchet -- c' était le nom du Picard --; il y eut chez lui un léger désappointement lorsqu' il vit que la place était déjà prise par un confrère nommé Mousqueton, et lorsque Porthos lui eut signifié que son état de maison, quoi que grand, ne comportait pas deux domestiques, et qu' il lui fallait entrer au service de d' Artagnan.
The noble carriage of this gentleman, for whom he believed himself to be engaged, had won Planchet--that was the name of the Picard. He felt a slight disappointment, however, when he saw that this place was already taken by a compeer named Mousqueton, and when Porthos signified to him that the state of his household, though great, would not support two servants, and that he must enter into the service of d’Artagnan.
Cependant, lorsqu' il assista au dîner que donnait son maître et qu' il vit celui -ci tirer en payant une poignée d' or de sa poche, il crut sa fortune faite et remercia le Ciel d' être tombé en la possession d' un pareil Crésus; il persévéra dans cette opinion jusqu' après le festin, des reliefs duquel il répara de longues abstinences.
Nevertheless, when he waited at the dinner given by his master, and saw him take out a handful of gold to pay for it, he believed his fortune made, and returned thanks to heaven for having thrown him into the service of such a Croesus.
He preserved this opinion even after the feast, with the remnants of which he repaired his own long abstinence; but when in the evening he made his master’s bed, the chimeras of Planchet faded away.
The bed was the only one in the apartment, which consisted of an antechamber and a bedroom.
Planchet slept in the antechamber upon a coverlet taken from the bed of d’Artagnan, and which d’Artagnan from that time made shift to do without.
Athos, on his part, had a valet whom he had trained in his service in a thoroughly peculiar fashion, and who was named Grimaud.
Il était fort silencieux, ce digne seigneur.
He was very taciturn, this worthy signor.
Be it understood we are speaking of Athos.
During the five or six years that he had lived in the strictest intimacy with his companions, Porthos and Aramis, they could remember having often seen him smile, but had never heard him laugh.
His words were brief and expressive, conveying all that was meant, and no more; no embellishments, no embroidery, no arabesques.
Sa conversation était un fait sans aucun épisode.
His conversation a matter of fact, without a single romance.
Although Athos was scarcely thirty years old, and was of great personal beauty and intelligence of mind, no one knew whether he had ever had a mistress.
Jamais il ne parlait de femmes.
He never spoke of women.
He certainly did not prevent others from speaking of them before him, although it was easy to perceive that this kind of conversation, in which he only mingled by bitter words and misanthropic remarks, was very disagreeable to him.
His reserve, his roughness, and his silence made almost an old man of him. He had, then, in order not to disturb his habits, accustomed Grimaud to obey him upon a simple gesture or upon a simple movement of his lips.
Il ne lui parlait que dans des circonstances suprêmes.
He never spoke to him, except under the most extraordinary occasions.
Sometimes, Grimaud, who feared his master as he did fire, while entertaining a strong attachment to his person and a great veneration for his talents, believed he perfectly understood what he wanted, flew to execute the order received, and did precisely the contrary.
Athos then shrugged his shoulders, and, without putting himself in a passion, thrashed Grimaud.
Ces jours -là, il parlait un peu.
On these days he spoke a little.
Porthos, comme on a pu le voir, avait un caractère tout opposé à celui d' Athos: non seulement il parlait beaucoup, mais il parlait haut; peu lui importait au reste, il faut lui rendre cette justice, qu' on l' écoutât ou non; il parlait pour le plaisir de parler et pour le plaisir de s' entendre; il parlait de toutes choses excepté de sciences, excipant à cet endroit de la haine invétérée que depuis son enfance il portait, disait -il, aux savants.
Porthos, as we have seen, had a character exactly opposite to that of Athos. He not only talked much, but he talked loudly, little caring, we must render him that justice, whether anybody listened to him or not. He talked for the pleasure of talking and for the pleasure of hearing himself talk. He spoke upon all subjects except the sciences, alleging in this respect the inveterate hatred he had borne to scholars from his childhood.
He had not so noble an air as Athos, and the commencement of their intimacy often rendered him unjust toward that gentleman, whom he endeavored to eclipse by his splendid dress.
But with his simple Musketeer’s uniform and nothing but the manner in which he threw back his head and advanced his foot, Athos instantly took the place which was his due and consigned the ostentatious Porthos to the second rank.
Porthos s' en consolait en remplissant l' antichambre de M. de Tréville et les corps de garde du Louvre du bruit de ses bonnes fortunes, dont Athos ne parlait jamais, et pour le moment, après avoir passé de la noblesse de robe à la noblesse d' épée, de la robine à la baronne, il n' était question de rien de moins pour Porthos que d' une princesse étrangère qui lui voulait un bien énorme.
Porthos consoled himself by filling the antechamber of M. de Treville and the guardroom of the Louvre with the accounts of his love scrapes, after having passed from professional ladies to military ladies, from the lawyer’s dame to the baroness, there was question of nothing less with Porthos than a foreign princess, who was enormously fond of him.
Un vieux proverbe dit: « Tel maître, tel valet. »
An old proverb says, "Like master, like man."
Passons donc du valet d' Athos au valet de Porthos, de Grimaud à Mousqueton.
Let us pass, then, from the valet of Athos to the valet of Porthos, from Grimaud to Mousqueton.
Mousqueton was a Norman, whose pacific name of Boniface his master had changed into the infinitely more sonorous name of Mousqueton.
He had entered the service of Porthos upon condition that he should only be clothed and lodged, though in a handsome manner; but he claimed two hours a day to himself, consecrated to an employment which would provide for his other wants.
Porthos agreed to the bargain; the thing suited him wonderfully well.
Il faisait tailler à Mousqueton des pourpoints dans ses vieux habits et dans ses manteaux de rechange, et, grâce à un tailleur fort intelligent qui lui remettait ses hardes à neuf en les retournant, et dont la femme était soupçonnée de vouloir faire descendre Porthos de ses habitudes aristocratiques, Mousqueton faisait à la suite de son maître fort bonne figure.
He had doublets cut out of his old clothes and cast-off cloaks for Mousqueton, and thanks to a very intelligent tailor, who made his clothes look as good as new by turning them, and whose wife was suspected of wishing to make Porthos descend from his aristocratic habits, Mousqueton made a very good figure when attending on his master.
As for Aramis, of whom we believe we have sufficiently explained the character--a character which, like that of his lackey was called Bazin.
Thanks to the hopes which his master entertained of someday entering into orders, he was always clothed in black, as became the servant of a churchman.
He was a Berrichon, thirty-five or forty years old, mild, peaceable, sleek, employing the leisure his master left him in the perusal of pious works, providing rigorously for two a dinner of few dishes, but excellent.
Au reste, muet, aveugle, sourd et d'une fidélité à toute épreuve.
For the rest, he was dumb, blind, and deaf, and of unimpeachable fidelity.
And now that we are acquainted, superficially at least, with the masters and the valets, let us pass on to the dwellings occupied by each of them.
Athos dwelt in the Rue Ferou, within two steps of the Luxembourg. His apartment consisted of two small chambers, very nicely fitted up, in a furnished house, the hostess of which, still young and still really handsome, cast tender glances uselessly at him.
Quelques fragments d' une grande splendeur passée éclataient çà et là aux murailles de ce modeste logement: c' était une épée, par exemple, richement damasquinée, qui remontait pour la façon à l' époque de François Ier, et dont la poignée seule, incrustée de pierres précieuses, pouvait valoir deux cents pistoles, et que cependant, dans ses moments de plus grande détresse, Athos n' avait jamais consenti à engager ni à vendre.
Some fragments of past splendor appeared here and there upon the walls of this modest lodging; a sword, for example, richly embossed, which belonged by its make to the times of Francis I, the hilt of which alone, encrusted with precious stones, might be worth two hundred pistoles, and which, nevertheless, in his moments of greatest distress Athos had never pledged or offered for sale.
It had long been an object of ambition for Porthos.
Porthos would have given ten years of his life to possess this sword.
One day, when he had an appointment with a duchess, he endeavored even to borrow it of Athos.
Athos, without saying anything, emptied his pockets, got together all his jewels, purses, aiguillettes, and gold chains, and offered them all to Porthos; but as to the sword, he said it was sealed to its place and should never quit it until its master should himself quit his lodgings.
Outre son épée, il y avait encore un portrait représentant un seigneur du temps de Henri III vêtu avec la plus grande élégance, et qui portait l' ordre du Saint-Esprit, et ce portrait avait avec Athos certaines ressemblances de lignes, certaines similitudes de famille, qui indiquaient que ce grand seigneur, chevalier des ordres du roi, était son ancêtre.
In addition to the sword, there was a portrait representing a nobleman of the time of Henry III, dressed with the greatest elegance, and who wore the Order of the Holy Ghost; and this portrait had certain resemblances of lines with Athos, certain family likenesses which indicated that this great noble, a knight of the Order of the King, was his ancestor.
Besides these, a casket of magnificent goldwork, with the same arms as the sword and the portrait, formed a middle ornament to the mantelpiece, and assorted badly with the rest of the furniture.
Athos always carried the key of this coffer about him; but he one day opened it before Porthos, and Porthos was convinced that this coffer contained nothing but letters and papers--love letters and family papers, no doubt.
Porthos habitait un appartement très vaste et d' une très somptueuse apparence, rue du Vieux-Colombier.
Porthos lived in an apartment, large in size and of very sumptuous appearance, in the Rue du Vieux-Colombier.
Every time he passed with a friend before his windows, at one of which Mousqueton was sure to be placed in full livery, Porthos raised his head and his hand, and said, "That is my abode!"
But he was never to be found at home; he never invited anybody to go up with him, and no one could form an idea of what his sumptuous apartment contained in the shape of real riches.
As to Aramis, he dwelt in a little lodging composed of a boudoir, an eating room, and a bedroom, which room, situated, as the others were, on the ground floor, looked out upon a little fresh green garden, shady and impenetrable to the eyes of his neighbors.
With regard to d’Artagnan, we know how he was lodged, and we have already made acquaintance with his lackey, Master Planchet.
D' Artagnan, qui était fort curieux de sa nature, comme sont les gens, du reste, qui ont le génie de l' intrigue, fit tous ses efforts pour savoir ce qu' étaient au juste Athos, Porthos et Aramis; car, sous ces noms de guerre, chacun des jeunes gens cachait son nom de gentilhomme, Athos surtout, qui sentait son grand seigneur d' une lieue.
D’Artagnan, who was by nature very curious--as people generally are who possess the genius of intrigue--did all he could to make out who Athos, Porthos, and Aramis really were (for under these pseudonyms each of these young men concealed his family name)--Athos in particular, who, a league away, savored of nobility.
He addressed himself then to Porthos to gain information respecting Athos and Aramis, and to Aramis in order to learn something of Porthos.
Unfortunately Porthos knew nothing of the life of his silent companion but what revealed itself.
It was said Athos had met with great crosses in love, and that a frightful treachery had forever poisoned the life of this gallant man.
Quelle était cette trahison ?
What could this treachery be?
Tout le monde l' ignorait.
All the world was ignorant of it.
As to Porthos, except his real name (as was the case with those of his two comrades), his life was very easily known.
Vaniteux et indiscret, on voyait à travers lui comme à travers un cristal.
Vain and indiscreet, it was as easy to see through him as through a crystal.
The only thing to mislead the investigator would have been belief in all the good things he said of himself.
Quant à Aramis, tout en ayant l' air de n' avoir aucun secret, c' était un garçon tout confit de mystères, répondant peu aux questions qu' on lui faisait sur les autres, et éludant celles que l' on faisait sur lui-même. Un jour, d' Artagnan, après l' avoir longtemps interrogé sur Porthos et en avoir appris ce bruit qui courait de la bonne fortune du mousquetaire avec une princesse, voulut savoir aussi à quoi s' en tenir sur les aventures amoureuses de son interlocuteur.
With respect to Aramis, though having the air of having nothing secret about him, he was a young fellow made up of mysteries, answering little to questions put to him about others, and having learned from him the report which prevailed concerning the success of the Musketeer with a princess, wished to gain a little insight into the amorous adventures of his interlocutor.
"And you, my dear companion," said he, "you speak of the baronesses, countesses, and princesses of others?"
"PARDIEU! I spoke of them because Porthos talked of them himself, because he had paraded all these fine things before me.
But be assured, my dear Monsieur d’Artagnan, that if I had obtained them from any other source, or if they had been confided to me, there exists no confessor more discreet than myself."
"Oh, I don’t doubt that," replied d’Artagnan; "but it seems to me that you are tolerably familiar with coats of arms--a certain embroidered handkerchief, for instance, to which I owe the honor of your acquaintance?"
This time Aramis was not angry, but assumed the most modest air and replied in a friendly tone, "My dear friend, do not forget that I wish to belong to the Church, and that I avoid all mundane opportunities.
The handkerchief you saw had not been given to me, but it had been forgotten and left at my house by one of my friends.
I was obliged to pick it up in order not to compromise him and the lady he loves.
As for myself, I neither have, nor desire to have, a mistress, following in that respect the very judicious example of Athos, who has none any more than I have."
"But what the devil! You are not a priest, you are a Musketeer!"
"A Musketeer for a time, my friend, as the cardinal says, a Musketeer against my will, but a churchman at heart, believe me.
Athos and Porthos dragged me into this to occupy me.
I had, at the moment of being ordained, a little difficulty with--But that would not interest you, and I am taking up your valuable time."
"Not at all; it interests me very much," cried d’Artagnan; "and at this moment I have absolutely nothing to do."
"Yes, but I have my breviary to repeat," answered Aramis; "then some verses to compose, which Madame d’Aiguillon begged of me. Then I must go to the Rue St. Honore in order to purchase some rouge for Madame de Chevreuse.
So you see, my dear friend, that if you are not in a hurry, I am very much in a hurry."
Aramis held out his hand in a cordial manner to his young companion, and took leave of him.
Notwithstanding all the pains he took, d’Artagnan was unable to learn any more concerning his three new-made friends.
He formed, therefore, the resolution of believing for the present all that was said of their past, hoping for more certain and extended revelations in the future.
In the meanwhile, he looked upon Athos as an Achilles, Porthos as an Ajax, and Aramis as a Joseph.
As to the rest, the life of the four young friends was joyous enough. Athos played, and that as a rule unfortunately.
Nevertheless, he never borrowed a sou of his companions, although his purse was ever at their service; and when he had played upon honor, he always awakened his creditor by six o’clock the next morning to pay the debt of the preceding evening.
Porthos had his fits. On the days when he won he was insolent and ostentatious; if he lost, he disappeared completely for several days, after which he reappeared with a pale face and thinner person, but with money in his purse.
Quant à Aramis, il ne jouait jamais.
As to Aramis, he never played.
He was the worst Musketeer and the most unconvivial companion imaginable.
He had always something or other to do.
Quelquefois au milieu d' un dîner, quand chacun, dans l' entraînement du vin et dans la chaleur de la conversation, croyait que l' on en avait encore pour deux ou trois heures à rester à table, Aramis regardait sa montre, se levait avec un gracieux sourire et prenait congé de la société, pour aller, disait -il, consulter un casuiste avec lequel il avait rendez-vous.
Sometimes in the midst of dinner, when everyone, under the attraction of wine and in the warmth of conversation, believed they had two or three hours longer to enjoy themselves at table, Aramis looked at his watch, arose with a bland smile, and took leave of the company, to go, as he said, to consult a casuist with whom he had an appointment.
At other times he would return home to write a treatise, and requested his friends not to disturb him.
At this Athos would smile, with his charming, melancholy smile, which so became his noble countenance, and Porthos would drink, swearing that Aramis would never be anything but a village CURE.
Planchet, d’Artagnan’s valet, supported his good fortune nobly. He received thirty sous per day, and for a month he returned to his lodgings gay as a chaffinch, and affable toward his master.
When the wind of adversity began to blow upon the housekeeping of the Rue des Fossoyeurs--that is to say, when the forty pistoles of King Louis XIII were consumed or nearly so--he commenced complaints which Athos thought nauseous, Porthos indecent, and Aramis ridiculous.
Athos counseled d’Artagnan to dismiss the fellow; Porthos was of opinion that he should give him a good thrashing first; and Aramis contended that a master should never attend to anything but the civilities paid to him.
« Cela vous est bien aisé à dire, reprit d' Artagnan: à vous, Athos, qui vivez muet avec Grimaud, qui lui défendez de parler, et qui, par conséquent, n' avez jamais de mauvaises paroles avec lui; à vous, Porthos, qui menez un train magnifique et qui êtes un dieu pour votre valet Mousqueton; à vous enfin, Aramis, qui, toujours distrait par vos études théologiques, inspirez un profond respect à votre serviteur Bazin, homme doux et religieux; mais moi qui suis sans consistance et sans ressources, moi qui ne suis pas mousquetaire ni même garde, moi, que ferai -je pour inspirer de l' affection, de la terreur ou du respect à Planchet ?
"This is all very easy for you to say," replied d’Artagnan, "for you, Athos, who live like a dumb man with Grimaud, who forbid him to speak, and consequently never exchange ill words with him; for you, Porthos, who carry matters in such a magnificent style, and are a god to your valet, Mousqueton; and for you, Aramis, who, always abstracted by your theological studies, inspire your servant, Bazin, a mild, religious man, with a profound respect; but for me, who am without any settled means and without resources--for me, who am neither a Musketeer nor even a Guardsman, what I am to do to inspire either the affection, the terror, or the respect in Planchet?"
"This is serious," answered the three friends; "it is a family affair. It is with valets as with wives, they must be placed at once upon the footing in which you wish them to remain.
Réfléchissez donc. »
Reflect upon it."
D’Artagnan did reflect, and resolved to thrash Planchet provisionally; which he did with the conscientiousness that d’Artagnan carried into everything. After having well beaten him, he forbade him to leave his service without his permission.
"For," added he, "the future cannot fail to mend; I inevitably look for better times.
Your fortune is therefore made if you remain with me, and I am too good a master to allow you to miss such a chance by granting you the dismissal you require."
This manner of acting roused much respect for d’Artagnan’s policy among the Musketeers.
Planchet was equally seized with admiration, and said no more about going away.
The life of the four young men had become fraternal. D’Artagnan, who had no settled habits of his own, as he came from his province into the midst of his world quite new to him, fell easily into the habits of his friends.
They rose about eight o’clock in the winter, about six in summer, and went to take the countersign and see how things went on at M. de Treville’s.
D’Artagnan, although he was not a Musketeer, performed the duty of one with remarkable punctuality. He went on guard because he always kept company with whoever of his friends was on duty.
He was well known at the Hotel of the Musketeers, where everyone considered him a good comrade. M. de Treville, who had appreciated him at the first glance and who bore him a real affection, never ceased recommending him to the king.
De leur côté, les trois mousquetaires aimaient fort leur jeune camarade.
On their side, the three Musketeers were much attached to their young comrade.
L' amitié qui unissait ces quatre hommes, et le besoin de se voir trois ou quatre fois par jour, soit pour duel, soit pour affaires, soit pour plaisir, les faisaient sans cesse courir l' un après l' autre comme des ombres; et l' on rencontrait toujours les inséparables se cherchant du Luxembourg à la place Saint-Sulpice, ou de la rue du Vieux-Colombier au Luxembourg.
The friendship which united these four men, and the need they felt of seeing another three or four times a day, whether for dueling, business, or pleasure, caused them to be continually running after one another like shadows; and the Inseparables were constantly to be met with seeking one another, from the Luxembourg to the Place St. Sulpice, or from the Rue du Vieux-Colombier to the Luxembourg.
In the meanwhile the promises of M. de Treville went on prosperously.
One fine morning the king commanded M. de Chevalier Dessessart to admit d’Artagnan as a cadet in his company of Guards.
D’Artagnan, with a sigh, donned his uniform, which he would have exchanged for that of a Musketeer at the expense of ten years of his existence.
But M. de Treville promised this favor after a novitiate of two years--a novitiate which might besides be abridged if an opportunity should present itself for d’Artagnan to render the king any signal service, or to distinguish himself by some brilliant action.
Upon this promise d’Artagnan withdrew, and the next day he began service.
Then it became the turn of Athos, Porthos, and Aramis to mount guard with d’Artagnan when he was on duty. The company of M. le Chevalier Dessessart thus received four instead of one when it admitted d’Artagnan.
CHAPITRE VIII UNE INTRIGUE DE COEUR
8 CONCERNING A COURT INTRIGUE
In the meantime, the forty pistoles of King Louis XIII, like all other things of this world, after having had a beginning had an end, and after this end our four companions began to be somewhat embarrassed.
At first, Athos supported the association for a time with his own means.
Porthos lui avait succédé, et, grâce à une de ces disparitions auxquelles on était habitué, il avait pendant près de quinze jours encore subvenu aux besoins de tout le monde; enfin était arrivé le tour d' Aramis, qui s' était exécuté de bonne grâce, et qui était parvenu, disait -il, en vendant ses livres de théologie, à se procurer quelques pistoles.
Porthos succeeded him; and thanks to one of those disappearances to which he was accustomed, he was able to provide for the wants of all for a fortnight. At last it became Aramis’s turn, who performed it with a good grace and who succeeded--as he said, by selling some theological books--in procuring a few pistoles.
Then, as they had been accustomed to do, they had recourse to M. de Treville, who made some advances on their pay; but these advances could not go far with three Musketeers who were already much in arrears and a Guardsman who as yet had no pay at all.
At length when they found they were likely to be really in want, they got together, as a last effort, eight or ten pistoles, with which Porthos went to the gaming table.
Unfortunately he was in a bad vein; he lost all, together with twenty-five pistoles for which he had given his word.
Alors la gêne devint de la détresse, on vit les affamés suivis de leurs laquais courir les quais et les corps de garde, ramassant chez leurs amis du dehors tous les dîners qu' ils purent trouver; car, suivant l' avis d' Aramis, on devait dans la prospérité semer des repas à droite et à gauche pour en récolter quelques-uns dans la disgrâce.
Then the inconvenience became distress. The hungry friends, followed by their lackeys, were seen haunting the quays and Guard rooms, picking up among their friends abroad all the dinners they could meet with; for according to the advice of Aramis, it was prudent to sow repasts right and left in prosperity, in order to reap a few in time of need.
Athos was invited four times, and each time took his friends and their lackeys with him.
Porthos had six occasions, and contrived in the same manner that his friends should partake of them; Aramis had eight of them.
He was a man, as must have been already perceived, who made but little noise, and yet was much sought after.
As to d’Artagnan, who as yet knew nobody in the capital, he only found one chocolate breakfast at the house of a priest of his own province, and one dinner at the house of a cornet of the Guards.
He took his army to the priest’s, where they devoured as much provision as would have lasted him for two months, and to the cornet’s, who performed wonders; but as Planchet said, "People do not eat at once for all time, even when they eat a good deal."
D’Artagnan thus felt himself humiliated in having only procured one meal and a half for his companions--as the breakfast at the priest’s could only be counted as half a repast--in return for the feasts which Athos, Porthos, and Aramis had procured him.
He fancied himself a burden to the society, forgetting in his perfectly juvenile good faith that he had fed this society for a month; and he set his mind actively to work.
He reflected that this coalition of four young, brave, enterprising, and active men ought to have some other object than swaggering walks, fencing lessons, and practical jokes, more or less witty.
En effet, quatre hommes comme eux, quatre hommes dévoués les uns aux autres depuis la bourse jusqu' à la vie, quatre hommes se soutenant toujours, ne reculant jamais, exécutant isolément ou ensemble les résolutions prises en commun; quatre bras menaçant les quatre points cardinaux ou se tournant vers un seul point, devaient inévitablement, soit souterrainement, soit au jour, soit par la mine, soit par la tranchée, soit par la ruse, soit par la force, s' ouvrir un chemin vers le but qu' ils voulaient atteindre, si bien défendu ou si éloigné qu' il fût.
In fact, four men such as they were--four men devoted to one another, from their purses to their lives; four men always supporting one another, never yielding, executing singly or together the resolutions formed in common; four arms threatening the four cardinal points, or turning toward a single point--must inevitably, either subterraneously, in open day, by mining, in the trench, by cunning, or by force, open themselves a way toward the object they wished to attain, however well it might be defended, or however distant it may seem.
The only thing that astonished d’Artagnan was that his friends had never thought of this.
Il y songeait, lui, et sérieusement même, se creusant la cervelle pour trouver une direction à cette force unique quatre fois multipliée avec laquelle il ne doutait pas que, comme avec le levier que cherchait Archimède, on ne parvînt à soulever le monde, -- lorsque l' on frappa doucement à la porte.
He was thinking by himself, and even seriously racking his brain to find a direction for this single force four times multiplied, with which he did not doubt, as with the lever for which Archimedes sought, they should succeed in moving the world, when someone tapped gently at his door.
D’Artagnan awakened Planchet and ordered him to open it.
From this phrase, "d’Artagnan awakened Planchet," the reader must not suppose it was night, or that day was hardly come.
No, it had just struck four.