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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Cinq-Mars, Complete + +Author: Alfred de Vigny + + +Release Date: October 5, 2006 [EBook #3953] +Last Updated: March 16, 2023 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CINQ-MARS, COMPLETE *** + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <h1> + CINQ-MARS + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Alfred De Vigny + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + With a Prefaces by CHARLES DE MAZADE, <br />and GASTON BOISSIER of the + French Academy. + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> ALFRED DE VIGNY </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> + TRUTH IN ART </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> <b>CINQ-MARS</b> + </a><br /><br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> <b>BOOK 1.</b> </a> <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a>THE ADIEU <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a>THE STREET <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a>THE GOOD PRIEST <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a>THE TRIAL <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0010"> <b>BOOK 2.</b> </a> <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a>THE MARTYRDOM <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a>THE DREAM <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a>THE CABINET <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a>THE INTERVIEW <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0015"> <b>BOOK 3.</b> </a> <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a>THE SIEGE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a>THE RECOMPENSE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a>THE BLUNDERS <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a>THE NIGHT-WATCH <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a>THE SPANIARD <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0021"> <b>BOOK 4.</b> </a> <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a>THE RIOT <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a>THE ALCOVE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a>THE CONFUSION <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a>TOILETTE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0026"> <b>BOOK 5.</b> </a> <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a>THE SECRET <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a>THE HUNTING PARTY <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a>THE READING <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a>THE CONFESSIONAL <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0031"> <b>BOOK 6.</b> </a> <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a>THE STORM <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. </a>ABSENCE <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. </a>THE WORK <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. </a>THE PRISONERS <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. </a>THE FETE <br /><br /> + </p> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ALFRED DE VIGNY + </h2> + <p> + The reputation of Alfred de Vigny has endured extraordinary vicissitudes + in France. First he was lauded as the precursor of French romantic poetry + and stately prose; then he sank in semi-oblivion, became the curiosity of + criticism, died in retirement, and was neglected for a long time, until + the last ten years or so produced a marked revolution of taste in France. + The supremacy of Victor Hugo has been, if not questioned, at least + mitigated; other poets have recovered from their obscurity. Lamartine + shines now like a lamp relighted; and the pure, brilliant, and profoundly + original genius of Alfred de Vigny now takes, for the first time, its + proper place as one of the main illuminating forces of the nineteenth + century. + </p> + <p> + It was not until one hundred years after this poet’s birth that it + became clearly recognized that he is one of the most important of all the + great writers of France, and he is distinguished not only in fiction, but + also in poetry and the drama. He is a follower of Andre Chenier, + Lamartine, and Victor Hugo, a lyric sun, a philosophic poet, later, + perhaps in consequence of the Revolution of 1830, becoming a “Symbolist.” + He has been held to occupy a middle ground between De Musset and Chenier, + but he has also something suggestive of Madame de Stael, and, + artistically, he has much in common with Chateaubriand, though he is more + coldly impersonal and probably much more sincere in his philosophy. If + Sainte-Beuve, however, calls the poet in his Nouveaux Lundis a “beautiful + angel, who has been drinking vinegar,” then the modern reader needs + a strong caution against malice and raillery, if not jealousy and perfidy, + although the article on De Vigny abounds otherwise with excessive critical + cleverness. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +At times, indeed, under the cruel deceptions of love, he seemed to lose +faith in his idealism; his pessimism, nevertheless, always remained +noble, restrained, sympathetic, manifesting itself not in appeals for +condolence, but in pitying care for all who were near and dear to him. +Yet his lofty prose and poetry, interpenetrated with the stern despair +of pessimistic idealism, will always be unintelligible to the many. As a +poet, De Vigny appeals to the chosen few alone. In his dramas his genius +is more emancipated from himself, in his novels most of all. It is by +these that he is most widely known, and by these that he exercised the +greatest influence on the literary life of his generation. + + Alfred-Victor, Count de Vigny, was born in Loches, Touraine, March 27, +1797. His father was an army officer, wounded in the Seven Years’ War. +Alfred, after having been well educated, also selected a military career +and received a commission in the “Mousquetaires Rouges,” in 1814, when +barely seventeen. He served until 1827, “twelve long years of peace,” + then resigned. Already in 1822 appeared a volume of ‘Poemes’ which was +hardly noticed, although containing poetry since become important to +the evolution of French verse: ‘La Neige, le Coy, le Deluge, Elva, la +Frigate’, etc., again collected in ‘Poemes antiques et modernes’ (1826). +Other poems were published after his death in ‘Les Destinies’ (1864). +</pre> + <p> + Under the influence of Walter Scott, he wrote a historical romance in + 1826, ‘Cinq-Mars, ou une Conjuration sans Louis XIII’. It met + with the most brilliant and decided success and was crowned by the + Academy. Cinq-Mars will always be remembered as the earliest romantic + novel in France and the greatest and most dramatic picture of Richelieu + now extant. De Vigny was a convinced Anglophile, well acquainted with the + writings of Shakespeare and Milton, Byron, Wordsworth, Shelley, Matthew + Arnold, and Leopardi. He also married an English lady in 1825—Lydia + Bunbury. + </p> + <p> + Other prose works are ‘Stello’ (1832), in the manner of Sterne + and Diderot, and ‘Servitude et Grandeur militaire’ (1835), the + language of which is as caustic as that of Merimee. As a dramatist, De + Vigny produced a translation of ‘Othello—Le More de Venice’ + (1829); also ‘La Marechale d’Ancre’ (1832); both met + with moderate success only. But a decided “hit” was ‘Chatterton’ + (1835), an adaption from his prose-work ‘Stello, ou les Diables + bleus’; it at once established his reputation on the stage; the + applause was most prodigious, and in the annals of the French theatre can + only be compared with that of ‘Le Cid’. It was a great victory + for the Romantic School, and the type of Chatterton, the slighted poet, + “the marvellous boy, the sleepless soul that perished in his pride,” + became contagious as erstwhile did the type of Werther. + </p> + <p> + For twenty years before his death Alfred de Vigny wrote nothing. He lived + in retirement, almost a recluse, in La Charente, rarely visiting Paris. + Admitted into L’Academie Francaise in 1845, he describes in his + ‘Journal d’un Poete’ his academic visits and the + reception held out to him by the members of L’Institut. This work + appeared posthumously in 1867. + </p> + <p> + He died in Paris, September 17, 1863. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + CHARLES DE MAZADE + de l’Academie Francaise. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PREFACE + </h2> + <p> + Considering Alfred de Vigny first as a writer, it is evident that he + wished the public to regard him as different from the other romanticists + of his day; in fact, in many respects, his method presents a striking + contrast to theirs. To their brilliant facility, their prodigious + abundance, and the dazzling luxury of color in their pictures of life he + opposes a style always simple, pure, clear, with delicacy of touch, + careful drawing of character, correct locution, and absolute chastity. + Yet, even though he had this marked regard for purity in literary style, + no writer had more dislike of mere pedantry. His high ideal in literary + art and his self-respect inspired him with an invincible repugnance toward + the artificialities of style of that period, which the romanticists—above + all, Chateaubriand, their master—had so much abused. + </p> + <p> + Every one knows of the singular declaration made by Chateaubriand to + Joubert, while relating the details of a nocturnal voyage: “The moon + shone upon me in a slender crescent, and that prevented me from writing an + untruth, for I feel sure that had not the moon been there I should have + said in my letter that it was shining, and then you would have convicted + me of an error in my almanac!” + </p> + <p> + This habit of sacrificing truth and exactitude of impression, for the sake + of producing a harmonious phrase or a picturesque suggestion, disgusted + Alfred de Vigny. “The worst thing about writers is that they care + very little whether what they write is true, so long as they only write,” + we read on one page of his Journal. He adds, “They should seek words + only in their own consciences.” On another page he says: “The + most serious lack in literary work is sincerity. Perceiving clearly that + the combination of technical labor and research for effective expression, + in producing literary work, often leads us to a paradox, I have resolved + to sacrifice all to conviction and truth, so that this precious element of + sincerity, complete and profound, shall dominate my books and give to them + the sacred character which the divine presence of truth always gives.” + </p> + <p> + Besides sincerity, De Vigny possessed, in a high degree, a gift which was + not less rare in that age—good taste. He had taste in the art of + writing, a fine literary tact, a sense of proportion, a perception of + delicate shades of expression, an instinct that told him what to say and + what to suppress, to insinuate, or to be left to the understanding. Even + in his innovations in form, in his boldness of style, he showed a rare + discretion; never did he do violence to the genius of the French language, + and one may apply to him without reserve the eulogy that Quintilian + pronounced upon Horace: ‘Verbis felicissime audax’. + </p> + <p> + He cherished also a fixed principle that art implied selection. He was + neither idealist nor realist, in the exclusive and opposing sense in which + we understand these terms; he recommended a scrupulous observance of + nature, and that every writer should draw as close to it as possible, but + only in order to interpret it, to reveal it with a true feeling, yet + without a too intimate analysis, and that no one should attempt to portray + it exactly or servilely copy it. “Of what use is art,” he + says, “if it is only a reduplication of existence? We see around us + only too much of the sadness and disenchantment of reality.” The + three novels that compose the volume ‘Servitude et Grandeur + militaire’ are, in this respect, models of romantic composition that + never will be surpassed, bearing witness to the truth of the formula + followed by De Vigny in all his literary work: “Art is the chosen + truth.” + </p> + <p> + If, as a versifier, Alfred de Vigny does not equal the great poets of his + time, if they are his superiors in distinction and brilliancy, in richness + of vocabulary, freedom of movement, and variety of rhythm, the cause is to + be ascribed less to any lack of poetic genius than to the nature of his + inspiration, even to the laws of poesy, and to the secret and irreducible + antinomy that exists between art and thought. When, for example, Theophile + Gautier reproached him with being too little impressed with the exigencies + of rhyme, his criticism was not well grounded, for richness of rhyme, + though indispensable in works of descriptive imagination, has no ‘raison + d’etre’ in poems dominated by sentiment and thought. But, + having said that, we must recognize in his poetry an element, serious, + strong, and impressive, characteristic of itself alone, and admire, in the + strophes of ‘Mozse’, in the imprecations of ‘Samson’, + and in the ‘Destinees’, the majestic simplicity of the most + beautiful Hebraic verse. + </p> + <p> + Moreover, the true originality of De Vigny does not lie in the manner of + composition; it was primarily in the role of precursor that he played his + part on the stage of literature. Let us imagine ourselves at the period + about the beginning of the year 1822. Of the three poets who, in making + their literary debuts, had just published the ‘Meditations, Poemes + antiques et modernes, and Odes’, only one had, at that time, the + instinct of renewal in the spirit of French poesy, and a sense of the + manner in which this must be accomplished; and that one was not Lamartine, + and certainly it was not Victor Hugo. + </p> + <p> + Sainte-Beuve has said, with authority, that in Lamartine there is + something suggestive of Millevoye, of Voltaire (he of the charming + epistles), and of Fontanes; and Victor Hugo wrote with very little + variation from the technical form of his predecessors. “But with + Alfred de Vigny,” he says, “we seek in vain for a resemblance + to any French poetry preceding his work. For example, where can we find + anything resembling ‘Moise, Eloa, Doloeida’? Where did he find + his inspiration for style and composition in these poems? If the poets of + the Pleiades of the Restoration seem to have found their inspiration + within themselves, showing no trace of connection with the literature of + the past, thus throwing into confusion old habits of taste and of routine, + certain it is that among them Alfred de Vigny should be ranked first.” + </p> + <p> + Even in the collection that bears the date of 1822, some years before the + future author of Legende des Siecles had taken up romanticism, Alfred de + Vigny had already conceived the idea of setting forth, in a series of + little epics, the migrations of the human soul throughout the ages. + “One feels,” said he in his Preface, “a keen + intellectual delight in transporting one’s self, by mere force of + thought, to a period of antiquity; it resembles the pleasure an old man + feels in recalling first his early youth, and then the whole course of his + life. In the age of simplicity, poetry was devoted entirely to the + beauties of the physical forms of nature and of man; each step in advance + that it has made since then toward our own day of civilization and of + sadness, seems to have blended it more and more with our arts, and even + with the sufferings of our souls. At present, with all the serious + solemnity of Religion and of Destiny, it lends to them their chief beauty. + Never discouraged, Poetry has followed Man in his long journey through the + ages, like a sweet and beautiful companion. I have attempted, in our + language, to show some of her beauties, in following her progress toward + the present day.” + </p> + <p> + The arrangement of the poems announced in this Preface is tripartite, like + that of the ‘Legende des Siecles: Poemes antiques, poemes judaiques, + poemes modernes.—Livre mystique, livre antique, livre moderne’. + But the name of precursor would be a vain title if all that were necessary + to merit it was the fact that one had been the first to perceive a new + path to literary glory, to salute it from a distance, yet never attempt to + make a nearer approach. + </p> + <p> + In one direction at least, Alfred de Vigny was a true innovator, in the + broadest and most meritorious sense of the word: he was the creator of + philosophic poetry in France. Until Jocelyn appeared, in 1836, the form of + poetic expression was confined chiefly to the ode, the ballad, and the + elegy; and no poet, with the exception of the author of ‘Moise’ + and ‘Eloa’, ever dreamed that abstract ideas and themes + dealing with the moralities could be expressed in the melody of verse. + </p> + <p> + To this priority, of which he knew the full value, Alfred de Vigny laid + insistent claim. “The only merit,” he says in one of his + prefaces, “that any one ever has disputed with me in this sort of + composition is the honor of having promulgated in France all works of the + kind in which philosophic thought is presented in either epic or dramatic + form.” + </p> + <p> + But it was not alone priority in the sense of time that gave him right of + way over his contemporaries; he was the most distinguished representative + of poetic philosophy of his generation. If the phrases of Lamartine seem + richer, if his flight is more majestic, De Vigny’s range is surer + and more powerful. While the philosophy of the creator of ‘Les + Harmonies’ is uncertain and inconsistent, that of the poet of + ‘Les Destinees’ is strong and substantial, for the reason that + the former inspires more sentiment than ideas, while the latter, soaring + far above the narrow sphere of personal emotion, writes of everything that + occupies the intellect of man. + </p> + <p> + Thus, by his vigor and breadth of thought, by his profound understanding + of life, by the intensity of his dreams, Alfred de Vigny is superior to + Victor Hugo, whose genius was quite different, in his power to portray + picturesque scenes, in his remarkable fecundity of imagination, and in his + sovereign mastery of technique. + </p> + <p> + But nowhere in De Vigny’s work is that superiority of poetic thought + so clearly shown as in those productions wherein the point of departure + was farthest from the domain of intellect, and better than any other has + he understood that truth proclaimed by Hegel: “The passions of the + soul and the affections of the heart are matter for poetic expression only + in so far as they are general, solid, and eternal.” + </p> + <p> + De Vigny was also the only one among our poets that had a lofty ideal of + woman and of love. And in order to convince one’s self of this it is + sufficient to reread successively the four great love-poems of that + period: ‘Le Lac, La Tristesse d’Olympio, Le Souvenir, and La + Colere de Samson’. + </p> + <p> + Lamartine’s conception of love was a sort of mild ecstasy, the + sacred rapture in which the senses play no part, and noble emotions that + cause neither trouble nor remorse. He ever regarded love as a kind of + sublime and passionate religion, of which ‘Le Lac’ was the + most beautiful hymn, but in which the image of woman is so vague that she + almost seems to be absent. + </p> + <p> + On the other hand, what is ‘La Tristesse d’Olympio’ if + not an admirable but common poetic rapture, a magnificent summary of the + sufferings of the heart—a bit of lyric writing equal to the most + beautiful canzoni of the Italian masters, but wherein we find no idea of + love, because all is artificial and studied; no cry from the soul is + heard,—no trace of passion appears. + </p> + <p> + After another fashion the same criticism applies to Le Souvenir; it was + written under a stress of emotion resulting from too recent events; and + the imagination of the author, subservient to a memory relentlessly + faithful, as is often the case with those to whom passion is the chief + principle of inspiration, was far from fulfilling the duties of his high + vocation, which is to purify the passions of the poet from individual and + accidental characteristics in order to leave unhampered whatever his work + may contain that is powerful and imperishable. + </p> + <p> + Alfred de Vigny alone, of the poets of his day, in his ‘Colere de + Samson’, has risen to a just appreciation of woman and of love; his + ideal is grand and tragic, it is true, and reminds one of that gloomy + passage in Ecclesiastes which says: “Woman is more bitter than + death, and her arms are like chains.” + </p> + <p> + It is by this character of universality, of which all his writings show + striking evidence, that Alfred de Vigny is assured of immortality. A + heedless generation neglected him because it preferred to seek subjects in + strong contrast to life of its own time. But that which was not + appreciated by his contemporaries will be welcomed by posterity. And when, + in French literature, there shall remain of true romanticism only a slight + trace and the memory of a few great names, the author of the ‘Destinees’ + will still find an echo in all hearts. + </p> + <p> + No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has + crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments + and yearnings of the human heart. “A man does not deserve the name + of poet unless he can express personal feeling and emotion, and only that + man is worthy to be called a poet who knows how to assimilate the varied + emotions of mankind.” If this fine phrase of Goethe’s is true, + if true poetry is only that which implies a mastery of spiritual things as + well as of human emotion, Alfred de Vigny is assuredly one of our greatest + poets, for none so well as he has realized a complete vision of the + universe, no one has brought before the world with more boldness the + problem of the soul and that of humanity. Under the title of poet he + belongs not only to our national literature, but occupies a distinctive + place in the world of intellect, with Lucretius, Dante, and Goethe, among + those inspired beings who transmit throughout succeeding centuries the + light of reason and the traditions of the loftiest poetic thought. + </p> + <p> + Alfred de Vigny was elected to a chair in the French Academy in 1846 and + died at Paris, September 17, 1863. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + GASTON BOISSIER + Secretaire Perpetuel de l’Academie Francaise. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + TRUTH IN ART + </h2> + <p> + The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than + is the analysis of the human heart. We live in an age of universal + investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements. France, + for example, loves at the same time history and the drama, because the one + explores the vast destinies of humanity, and the other the individual lot + of man. These embrace the whole of life. But it is the province of + religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond + time, into eternity. + </p> + <p> + Of late years (perhaps as a result of our political changes) art has + borrowed from history more than ever. All of us have our eyes fixed on our + chronicles, as though, having reached manhood while going on toward + greater things, we had stopped a moment to cast up the account of our + youth and its errors. We have had to double the interest by adding to it + recollection. + </p> + <p> + As France has carried farther than other nations this love of facts, and + as I had chosen a recent and well-remembered epoch, it seemed to me that I + ought not to imitate those foreigners who in their pictures barely show in + the horizon the men who dominate their history. I placed ours in the + foreground of the scene; I made them leading actors in this tragedy, + wherever I endeavored to represent the three kinds of ambition by which we + are influenced, and with them the beauty of self-sacrifice to a noble + ideal. A treatise on the fall of the feudal system; on the position, at + home and abroad, of France in the seventeenth century; on foreign + alliances; on the justice of parliaments or of secret commissions, or on + accusations of sorcery, would not perhaps have been read. But the romance + was read. + </p> + <p> + I do not mean to defend this last form of historical composition, being + convinced that the real greatness of a work lies in the substance of the + author’s ideas and sentiments, and not in the literary form in which + they are dressed. The choice of a certain epoch necessitates a certain + treatment—to another epoch it would be unsuitable; these are mere + secrets of the workshop of thought which there is no need of disclosing. + What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us? + We hear the tones of the harp, but its graceful form conceals from us its + frame of iron. Nevertheless, since I have been convinced that this book + possesses vitality, I can not help throwing out some reflections on the + liberty which the imagination should employ in weaving into its tapestry + all the leading figures of an age, and, to give more consistency to their + acts, in making the reality of fact give way to the idea which each of + them should represent in the eyes of posterity; in short, on the + difference which I find between Truth in art and the True in fact. + </p> + <p> + Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our + minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling + which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy? We shall + find in our troubled hearts, where discord reigns, two needs which seem at + variance, but which merge, as I think, in a common source—the love + of the true, and the love of the fabulous. + </p> + <p> + On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born. + Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good + or of evil? But the examples which the slow train of events presents to us + are scattered and incomplete. They lack always a tangible and visible + coherence leading straight on to a moral conclusion. The acts of the human + race on the world’s stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the + meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of + God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man. All + systems of philosophy have sought in vain to explain it, ceaselessly + rolling up their rock, which, never reaching the top, falls back upon them—each + raising its frail structure on the ruins of the others, only to see it + fall in its turn. + </p> + <p> + I think, then, that man, after having satisfied his first longing for + facts, wanted something fuller—some grouping, some adaptation to his + capacity and experience, of the links of this vast chain of events which + his sight could not take in. Thus he hoped to find in the historic recital + examples which might support the moral truths of which he was conscious. + Few single careers could satisfy this longing, being only incomplete parts + of the elusive whole of the history of the world; one was a quarter, as it + were, the other a half of the proof; imagination did the rest and + completed them. From this, without doubt, sprang the fable. Man created it + thus, because it was not given him to see more than himself and nature, + which surrounds him; but he created it true with a truth all its own. + </p> + <p> + This Truth, so beautiful, so intellectual, which I feel, I see, and long + to define, the name of which I here venture to distinguish from that of + the True, that I may the better make myself understood, is the soul of all + the arts. It is the selection of the characteristic token in all the + beauties and the grandeurs of the visible True; but it is not the thing + itself, it is something better: it is an ideal combination of its + principal forms, a luminous tint made up of its brightest colors, an + intoxicating balm of its purest perfumes, a delicious elixir of its best + juices, a perfect harmony of its sweetest sounds—in short, it is a + concentration of all its good qualities. For this Truth, and nothing else, + should strive those works of art which are a moral representation of + life-dramatic works. To attain it, the first step is undoubtedly to learn + all that is true in fact of every period, to become deeply imbued with its + general character and with its details; this involves only a cheap tribute + of attention, of patience, and of memory: But then one must fix upon some + chosen centre, and group everything around it; this is the work of + imagination, and of that sublime common-sense which is genius itself. + </p> + <p> + Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the + imitation of life? Good heavens! we see only too clearly about us the sad + and disenchanting reality—the insupportable lukewarmness of feeble + characters, of shallow virtues and vices, of irresolute loves, of tempered + hates, of wavering friendships, of unsettled beliefs, of constancy which + has its height and its depth, of opinions which evaporate. Let us dream + that once upon a time have lived men stronger and greater, who were more + determined for good or for evil; that does us good. If the paleness of + your True is to follow us into art, we shall close at once the theatre and + the book, to avoid meeting it a second time. What is wanted of works which + revive the ghosts of human beings is, I repeat, the philosophical + spectacle of man deeply wrought upon by the passions of his character and + of his epoch; it is, in short, the artistic Truth of that man and that + epoch, but both raised to a higher and ideal power, which concentrates all + their forces. You recognize this Truth in works of the imagination just as + you cry out at the resemblance of a portrait of which you have never seen + the original; for true talent paints life rather than the living. + </p> + <p> + To banish finally the scruples on this point of the consciences of some + persons, timorous in literary matters, whom I have seen affected with a + personal sorrow on viewing the rashness with which the imagination sports + with the most weighty characters of history, I will hazard the assertion + that, not throughout this work, I dare not say that, but in many of these + pages, and those perhaps not of the least merit, history is a romance of + which the people are the authors. The human mind, I believe, cares for the + True only in the general character of an epoch. What it values most of all + is the sum total of events and the advance of civilization, which carries + individuals along with it; but, indifferent to details, it cares less to + have them real than noble or, rather, grand and complete. + </p> + <p> + Examine closely the origin of certain deeds, of certain heroic + expressions, which are born one knows not how; you will see them leap out + ready-made from hearsay and the murmurs of the crowd, without having in + themselves more than a shadow of truth, and, nevertheless, they will + remain historical forever. As if by way of pleasantry, and to put a joke + upon posterity, the public voice invents sublime utterances to mark, + during their lives and under their very eyes, men who, confused, avow + themselves as best they may, as not deserving of so much glory and as not + being able to support so high renown. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [In our time has not a Russian General denied the fire of Moscow, + which we have made heroic, and which will remain so? Has not a + French General denied that utterance on the field of Waterloo which + will immortalize it? And if I were not withheld by my respect for a + sacred event, I might recall that a priest has felt it to be his + duty to disavow in public a sublime speech which will remain the + noblest that has ever been pronounced on a scaffold: “Son of Saint + Louis, rise to heaven!” When I learned not long ago its real + author, I was overcome by the destruction of my illusion, but before + long I was consoled by a thought that does honor to humanity in my + eyes. I feel that France has consecrated this speech, because she + felt the need of reestablishing herself in her own eyes, of blinding + herself to her awful error, and of believing that then and there an + honest man was found who dared to speak aloud.] +</pre> + <p> + In vain; their disclaimers are not received. Let them cry out, let them + write, let them print, let them sign—they are not listened to. These + utterances are inscribed in bronze; the poor fellows remain historical and + sublime in spite of themselves. And I do not find that all this is done in + the ages of barbarism alone; it is still going on, and it molds the + history of yesterday to the taste of public opinion—a Muse + tyrannical and capricious, which preserves the general purport and scorns + detail. + </p> + <p> + Which of you knows not of such transformation? Do you not see with your + own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction? Half + formed by the necessities of the time, a fact is hidden in the ground + obscure and incomplete, rough, misshapen, like a block of marble not yet + rough-hewn. The first who unearth it, and take it in hand, would wish it + differently shaped, and pass it, already a little rounded, into other + hands; others polish it as they pass it along; in a short time it is + exhibited transformed into an immortal statue. We disclaim it; witnesses + who have seen and heard pile refutations upon explanations; the learned + investigate, pore over books, and write. No one listens to them any more + than to the humble heroes who disown it; the torrent rolls on and bears + with it the whole thing under the form which it has pleased it to give to + these individual actions. What was needed for all this work? A nothing, a + word; sometimes the caprice of a journalist out of work. And are we the + losers by it? No. The adopted fact is always better composed than the real + one, and it is even adopted only because it is better. The human race + feels a need that its destinies should afford it a series of lessons; more + careless than we think of the reality of facts, it strives to perfect the + event in order to give it a great moral significance, feeling sure that + the succession of scenes which it plays upon earth is not a comedy, and + that since it advances, it marches toward an end, of which the explanation + must be sought beyond what is visible. + </p> + <p> + For my part, I acknowledge my gratitude to the voice of the people for + this achievement; for often in the finest life are found strange blemishes + and inconsistencies which pain me when I see them. If a man seems to me a + perfect model of a grand and noble character, and if some one comes and + tells me of a mean trait which disfigures him, I am saddened by it, even + though I do not know him, as by a misfortune which affects me in person; + and I could almost wish that he had died before the change in his + character. + </p> + <p> + Thus, when the Muse (and I give that name to art as a whole, to everything + which belongs to the domain of imagination, almost in the same way as the + ancients gave the name of Music to all education), when the Muse has + related, in her impassioned manner, the adventures of a character whom I + know to have lived; and when she reshapes his experiences into conformity + with the strongest idea of vice or virtue which can be conceived of him—filling + the gaps, veiling the incongruities of his life, and giving him that + perfect unity of conduct which we like to see represented even in evil—if, + in addition to this, she preserves the only thing essential to the + instruction of the world, the spirit of the epoch, I know no reason why we + should be more exacting with her than with this voice of the people which + every day makes every fact undergo so great changes. + </p> + <p> + The ancients carried this liberty even into history; they wanted to see in + it only the general march, and broad movements of peoples and nations; and + on these great movements, brought to view in courses very distinct and + very clear, they placed a few colossal figures—symbols of noble + character and of lofty purpose. + </p> + <p> + One might almost reckon mathematically that, having undergone the double + composition of public opinion and of the author, their history reaches us + at third hand and is thus separated by two stages from the original fact. + </p> + <p> + It is because in their eyes history too was a work of art; and in + consequence of not having realized that such is its real nature, the whole + Christian world still lacks an historical monument like those which + dominate antiquity and consecrate the memory of its destinies—as its + pyramids, its obelisks, its pylons, and its porticos still dominate the + earth which was known to them, and thereby commemorate the grandeur of + antiquity. + </p> + <p> + If, then, we find everywhere evidence of this inclination to desert the + positive, to bring the ideal even into historic annals, I believe that + with greater reason we should be completely indifferent to historical + reality in judging the dramatic works, whether poems, romances, or + tragedies, which borrow from history celebrated characters. Art ought + never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty. Let + it be said that what is true in fact is secondary merely; it is only an + illusion the more with which it adorns itself—one of our prejudices + which it respects. It can do without it, for the Truth by which it must + live is the truth of observation of human nature, and not authenticity of + fact. The names of the characters have nothing to do with the matter. The + idea is everything; the proper name is only the example and the proof of + the idea. + </p> + <p> + So much the better for the memory of those who are chosen to represent + philosophical or moral ideas; but, once again, that is not the question. + The imagination can produce just as fine things without them; it is a + power wholly creative; the imaginary beings which it animates are endowed + with life as truly as the real beings which it brings to life again. We + believe in Othello as we do in Richard III., whose tomb is in Westminster; + in Lovelace and Clarissa as in Paul and Virginia, whose tombs are in the + Isle of France. It is with the same eye that we must watch the performance + of its characters, and demand of the Muse only her artistic Truth, more + lofty than the True—whether collecting the traits of a character + dispersed among a thousand entire individuals, she composes from them a + type whose name alone is imaginary; or whether she goes to their tomb to + seek and to touch with her galvanic current the dead whose great deeds are + known, forces them to arise again, and drags them dazzled to the light of + day, where, in the circle which this fairy has traced, they re-assume + unwillingly their passions of other days, and begin again in the sight of + their descendants the sad drama of life. + </p> + <p> + ALFRED DE VIGNY. 1827. <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CINQ-MARS + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK 1. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. THE ADIEU + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Fare thee well! and if forever, + Still forever fare thee well! + + LORD BYRON. +</pre> + <p> + Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the + garden of France—that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by + wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven? + </p> + <p> + If you have travelled through fair Touraine in summer, you have no doubt + followed with enchantment the peaceful Loire; you have regretted the + impossibility of determining upon which of its banks you would choose to + dwell with your beloved. On its right bank one sees valleys dotted with + white houses surrounded by woods, hills yellow with vines or white with + the blossoms of the cherry-tree, walls covered with honeysuckles, + rose-gardens, from which pointed roofs rise suddenly. Everything reminds + the traveller either of the fertility of the land or of the antiquity of + its monuments; and everything interests him in the work of its busy + inhabitants. + </p> + <p> + Nothing has proved useless to them; it seems as if in their love for so + beautiful a country—the only province of France never occupied by + foreigners—they have determined not to lose the least part of its + soil, the smallest grain of its sand. Do you fancy that this ruined tower + is inhabited only by hideous night-birds? No; at the sound of your horse’s + hoofs, the smiling face of a young girl peeps out from the ivy, whitened + with the dust from the road. If you climb a hillside covered with vines, a + light column of smoke shows you that there is a chimney at your feet; for + the very rock is inhabited, and families of vine-dressers breathe in its + caverns, sheltered at night by the kindly earth which they laboriously + cultivate during the day. The good people of Touraine are as simple as + their life, gentle as the air they breathe, and strong as the powerful + earth they dig. Their countenances, like their characters, have something + of the frankness of the true people of St. Louis; their chestnut locks are + still long and curve around their ears, as in the stone statues of our old + kings; their language is the purest French, with neither slowness, haste, + nor accent—the cradle of the language is there, close to the cradle + of the monarchy. + </p> + <p> + But the left bank of the stream has a more serious aspect; in the distance + you see Chambord, which, with its blue domes and little cupolas, appears + like some great city of the Orient; there is Chanteloup, raising its + graceful pagoda in the air. Near these a simpler building attracts the + eyes of the traveller by its magnificent situation and imposing size; it + is the chateau of Chaumont. Built upon the highest hill of the shore, it + frames the broad summit with its lofty walls and its enormous towers; high + slate steeples increase their loftiness, and give to the building that + conventual air, that religious form of all our old chateaux, which casts + an aspect of gravity over the landscape of most of our provinces. Black + and tufted trees surround this ancient mansion, resembling from afar the + plumes that encircled the hat of King Henry. At the foot of the hill, + connected with the chateau by a narrow path, lies a pretty village, whose + white houses seem to have sprung from the golden sand; a chapel stands + halfway up the hill; the lords descended and the villagers ascended to its + altar-the region of equality, situated like a neutral spot between poverty + and riches, which have been too often opposed to each other in bitter + conflict. + </p> + <p> + Here, one morning in the month of June, 1639, the bell of the chateau + having, as usual, rung at midday, the dinner-hour of the family, + occurrences of an unusual kind were passing in this ancient dwelling. The + numerous domestics observed that in repeating the morning prayers before + the assembled household, the Marechale d’Effiat had spoken with a + broken voice and with tears in her eyes, and that she had appeared in a + deeper mourning than was customary. The people of the household and the + Italians of the Duchesse de Mantua, who had at that time retired for a + while to Chaumont, saw with surprise that sudden preparations were being + made for departure. The old domestic of the Marechal d’Effiat (who + had been dead six months) had taken again to his travelling-boots, which + he had sworn to abandon forever. This brave fellow, named Grandchamp, had + followed the chief of the family everywhere in the wars, and in his + financial work; he had been his equerry in the former, and his secretary + in the latter. He had recently returned from Germany, to inform the mother + and the children of the death of the Marechal, whose last sighs he had + heard at Luzzelstein. He was one of those faithful servants who are become + too rare in France; who suffer with the misfortunes of the family, and + rejoice with their joys; who approve of early marriages, that they may + have young masters to educate; who scold the children and often the + fathers; who risk death for them; who serve without wages in revolutions; + who toil for their support; and who in prosperous times follow them + everywhere, or exclaim at their return, “Behold our vines!” He + had a severe and remarkable face, a coppery complexion, and silver-gray + hair, in which, however, some few locks, black as his heavy eyebrows, made + him appear harsh at first; but a gentle countenance softened this first + impression. At present his voice was loud. He busied himself much that day + in hastening the dinner, and ordered about all the servants, who were in + mourning like himself. + </p> + <p> + “Come,” said he, “make haste to serve the dinner, while + Germain, Louis, and Etienne saddle their horses; Monsieur Henri and I must + be far away by eight o’clock this evening. And you, gentlemen, + Italians, have you warned your young Princess? I wager that she is gone to + read with her ladies at the end of the park, or on the banks of the lake. + She always comes in after the first course, and makes every one rise from + the table.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my good Grandchamp,” said in a low voice a young maid + servant who was passing, “do not speak of the Duchess; she is very + sorrowful, and I believe that she will remain in her apartment. Santa + Maria! what a shame to travel to-day! to depart on a Friday, the + thirteenth of the month, and the day of Saint Gervais and of Saint-Protais—the + day of two martyrs! I have been telling my beads all the morning for + Monsieur de Cinq-Mars; and I could not help thinking of these things. And + my mistress thinks of them too, although she is a great lady; so you need + not laugh!” + </p> + <p> + With these words the young Italian glided like a bird across the large + dining-room, and disappeared down a corridor, startled at seeing the great + doors of the salon opened. + </p> + <p> + Grandchamp had hardly heard what she had said, and seemed to have been + occupied only with the preparations for dinner; he fulfilled the important + duties of major-domo, and cast severe looks at the domestics to see + whether they were all at their posts, placing himself behind the chair of + the eldest son of the house. Then all the inhabitants of the mansion + entered the salon. Eleven persons seated themselves at table. The + Marechale came in last, giving her arm to a handsome old man, + magnificently dressed, whom she placed upon her left hand. She seated + herself in a large gilded arm-chair at the middle of one side of the + table, which was oblong in form. Another seat, rather more ornamented, was + at her right, but it remained empty. The young Marquis d’Effiat, + seated in front of his mother, was to assist her in doing the honors of + the table. He was not more than twenty years old, and his countenance was + insignificant; much gravity and distinguished manners proclaimed, however, + a social nature, but nothing more. His young sister of fourteen, two + gentlemen of the province, three young Italian noblemen of the suite of + Marie de Gonzaga (Duchesse de Mantua), a lady-in-waiting, the governess of + the young daughter of the Marechale, and an abbe of the neighborhood, old + and very deaf, composed the assembly. A seat at the right of the elder son + still remained vacant. + </p> + <p> + The Marechale, before seating herself, made the sign of the cross, and + repeated the Benedicite aloud; every one responded by making the complete + sign, or upon the breast alone. This custom was preserved in many families + in France up to the Revolution of 1789; some still practise it, but more + in the provinces than in Paris, and not without some hesitation and some + preliminary words upon the weather, accompanied by a deprecatory smile + when a stranger is present—for it is too true that virtue also has + its blush. + </p> + <p> + The Marechale possessed an imposing figure, and her large blue eyes were + remarkably beautiful. She did not appear to have yet attained her + forty-fifth year; but, oppressed with sorrow, she walked slowly and spoke + with difficulty, closing her eyes, and allowing her head to droop for a + moment upon her breast, after she had been obliged to raise her voice. At + such efforts her hand pressed to her bosom showed that she experienced + sharp pain. She saw therefore with satisfaction that the person who was + seated at her left, having at the beginning engrossed the conversation, + without having been requested by any one to talk, persisted with an + imperturbable coolness in engrossing it to the end of the dinner. This was + the old Marechal de Bassompierre; he had preserved with his white locks an + air of youth and vivacity curious to see. His noble and polished manners + showed a certain gallantry, antiquated like his costume—for he wore + a ruff in the fashion of Henri IV, and the slashed sleeves fashionable in + the former reign, an absurdity which was unpardonable in the eyes of the + beaux of the court. This would not have appeared more singular than + anything else at present; but it is admitted that in every age we laugh at + the costume of our fathers, and, except the Orientals, I know of no people + who have not this fault. + </p> + <p> + One of the Italian gentlemen had hardly finished asking the Marechal what + he thought of the way in which the Cardinal treated the daughter of the + Duc de Mantua, when he exclaimed, in his familiar language: + </p> + <p> + “Heavens, man! what are you talking about? what do I comprehend of + this new system under which France is living? We old companions-in-arms of + his late Majesty can ill understand the language spoken by the new court, + and that in its turn does not comprehend ours. But what do I say? We speak + no language in this sad country, for all the world is silent before the + Cardinal; this haughty little, vassal looks upon us as merely old family + portraits, which occasionally he shortens by the head; but happily the + motto always remains. Is it not true, my dear Puy-Laurens?” + </p> + <p> + This guest was about the same age as the Marechal, but, being more grave + and cautious, he answered in vague and few words, and made a sign to his + contemporary in order to induce him to observe the unpleasant emotions + which he had caused the mistress of the house by reminding her of the + recent death of her husband and in speaking thus of the minister, his + friend. But it was in vain, for Bassompierre, pleased with the sign of + half-approval, emptied at one draught a great goblet of wine—a + remedy which he lauds in his Memoirs as infallible against the plague and + against reserve; and leaning back to receive another glass from his + esquire, he settled himself more firmly than ever upon his chair, and in + his favorite ideas. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we are in the way here; I said so the other day to my dear Duc + de Guise, whom they have ruined. They count the minutes that we have to + live, and shake the hour-glass to hasten the descent of its sands. When + Monsieur le Cardinal-Duc observes in a corner three or four of our tall + figures, who never quitted the side of the late King, he feels that he is + unable to move those statues of iron, and that to do it would require the + hand of a great man; he passes quickly by, and dares not meddle with us, + who fear him not. He believes that we are always conspiring; and they say + at this very moment that there is talk of putting me in the Bastille.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh! Monsieur le Marechal, why do you delay your departure?” + said the Italian. “I know of no place, except Flanders, where you + can find shelter.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Monsieur! you do not know me. So far from flying, I sought out + the King before his departure, and told him that I did so in order to save + people the trouble of looking for me; and that if I knew when he wished to + send me, I would go myself without being taken. He was as kind as I + expected him to be, and said to me, ‘What, my old friend, could you + have thought that I desired to send you there? You know well that I love + you.’” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my dear Marechal, let me compliment you,” said Madame d’Effiat, + in a soft voice. “I recognize the benevolence of the King in these + words; he remembers the affection which the King, his father, had toward + you. It appears to me that he always accorded to you all that you desired + for your friends,” she added, with animation, in order to put him + into the track of praise, and to beguile him from the discontent which he + had so loudly declared. + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly, Madame,” answered he; “no one is more + willing to recognize his virtues than Francois de Bassompierre. I shall be + faithful to him to the end, because I gave myself, body and fortune, to + his father at a ball; and I swear that, with my consent at least, none of + my family shall ever fail in their duties toward the King of France. + Although the Besteins are foreigners and Lorrains, a shake of the hand + from Henri IV gained us forever. My greatest grief has been to see my + brother die in the service of Spain; and I have just written to my nephew + to say that I shall disinherit him if he has passed over to the Emperor, + as report says he has.” + </p> + <p> + One of the gentlemen guests who had as yet been silent, and who was + remarkable for the profusion of knots, ribbons, and tags which covered his + dress, and for the black cordon of the Order of St. Michael which + decorated his neck, bowed, observing that it was thus all faithful + subjects ought to speak. + </p> + <p> + “I’ faith, Monsieur de Launay, you deceive yourself very much,” + said the Marechal, to whom the recollection of his ancestors now occurred; + “persons of our blood are subjects only at our own pleasure, for God + has caused us to be born as much lords of our lands as the King is of his. + When I came to France, I came at my ease, accompanied by my gentlemen and + pages. I perceive, however, that the farther we go, the more we lose sight + of this idea, especially at the court. But here is a young man who arrives + very opportunely to hear me.” + </p> + <p> + The door indeed opened, and a young man of fine form entered. He was pale; + his hair was brown, his eyes were black, his expression was sad and + reckless. This was Henri d’Effiat, Marquis de Cinq-Mars (a name + taken from an estate of his family). His dress and his short cloak were + black; a collar of lace fell from his neck halfway down his breast; his + stout, small, and very wide-spurred boots made so much noise upon the + flags of the salon that his approach was heard at a distance. He walked + directly toward the Marechale, bowed low, and kissed her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Henri,” she said, “are your horses ready? At what + hour do you depart?” + </p> + <p> + “Immediately after dinner, Madame, if you will allow me,” said + he to his mother, with the ceremonious respect of the times; and passing + behind her, he saluted M. de Bassompierre before seating himself at the + left of his eldest brother. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the Marechal, continuing to eat with an excellent + appetite, “you are about to depart, my son; you are going to the + court—a slippery place nowadays. I am sorry for your sake that it is + not now what it used to be. In former times, the court was simply the + drawing-room of the King, in which he received his natural friends: nobles + of great family, his peers, who visited him to show their devotion and + their friendship, lost their money with him, and accompanied him in his + pleasure parties, but never received anything from him, except permission + to bring their vassals with them, to break their heads in his service. The + honors a man of quality received did not enrich him, for he paid for them + out of his purse. I sold an estate for every grade I received; the title + of colonel-general of the Swiss cost me four hundred thousand crowns, and + at the baptism of the present King I had to buy a costume that cost me a + hundred thousand francs.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said the mistress of the house, smiling, “you must + acknowledge for once that you were not obliged to do that. We have all + heard of your splendid dress of pearls; but I should be much vexed were it + still the custom to wear such.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Madame la Marquise, do not fear, those times of magnificence + never will return. We committed follies, no doubt, but they proved our + independence; it is clear that it would then have been hard to convert + from their allegiance to the King adherents who were attached to him by + love alone, and whose coronets contained as many diamonds as his own + locked-up crown. It is also certain that ambition could not then attack + all classes, since such expenses could come only from rich hands, and + since gold comes only from mines. Those great houses, which are being so + furiously assailed, were not ambitious, and frequently, desiring no + employment from the Government, maintained their places at court by their + own weight, existed upon their own foundation, and might say, as one of + them did say, ‘The Prince condescends not; I am Rohan.’ It was + the same with every noble family, to which its own nobility sufficed; the + King himself expressed it in writing to one of my friends: ‘Money is + not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me.’” + </p> + <p> + “But, Monsieur le Marechal,” coldly, and with extreme + politeness, interrupted M. de Launay, who perhaps intended to anger him, + “this independence has produced as many civil wars and revolts as + those of Monsieur de Montmorency.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur! I can not consent to hear these things spoken,” + said the fiery Marechal, leaping up in his armchair. “Those revolts + and wars had nothing to do with the fundamental laws of the State, and + could no more have overturned the throne than a duel could have done so. + Of all the great party-chiefs, there was not one who would not have laid + his victory at the feet of the King, had he succeeded, knowing well that + all the other lords who were as great as himself would have abandoned the + enemy of the legitimate sovereign. Arms were taken against a faction, and + not against the sovereign authority; and, this destroyed, everything went + on again in the old way. But what have you done in crushing us? You have + crushed the arm of the throne, and have not put anything in its place. + Yes, I no longer doubt that the Cardinal-Duke will wholly accomplish his + design; the great nobility will leave and lose their lands, and, ceasing + to be great proprietors, they will cease to be a great power. The court is + already no more than a palace where people beg; by and by it will become + an antechamber, when it will be composed only of those who constitute the + suite of the King. Great names will begin by ennobling vile offices; but, + by a terrible reaction, those offices will end by rendering great names + vile. Estranged from their homes, the nobility will be dependent upon the + employments which they shall have received; and if the people, over whom + they will no longer have any influence, choose to revolt—” + </p> + <p> + “How gloomy you are to-day, Marechal!” interrupted the + Marquise; “I hope that neither I nor my children will ever see that + time. I no longer perceive your cheerful disposition, now that you talk + like a politician. I expected to hear you give advice to my son. Henri, + what troubles you? You seem very absent.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, with eyes fixed upon the great bay window of the dining-room, + looked sorrowfully upon the magnificent landscape. The sun shone in full + splendor, and colored the sands of the Loire, the trees, and the lawns + with gold and emerald. The sky was azure, the waves were of a transparent + yellow, the islets of a vivid green; behind their rounded outlines rose + the great sails of the merchant-vessels, like a fleet in ambuscade. + </p> + <p> + “O Nature, Nature!” he mused; “beautiful Nature, + farewell! Soon will my heart cease to be of simplicity enough to feel your + charm, soon you wall no longer please my eyes. This heart is already + burned by a deep passion; and the mention of the interests of men stirs it + with hitherto unknown agitation. I must, however, enter this labyrinth; I + may, perchance, lose myself there, but for Marie—” + </p> + <p> + At this moment, aroused by the words of his mother, and fearing to exhibit + a childish regret at leaving his beautiful country and his family, he + said: + </p> + <p> + “I am thinking, Madame, of the road which I shall take to Perpignan, + and also of that which shall bring me back to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not forget to take that of Poitiers, and to go to Loudun to see + your old tutor, our good Abbe Quillet; he will give you useful advice + about the court. He is on very good terms with the Duc de Bouillon; and + besides, though he may not be very necessary to you, it is a mark of + deference which you owe him.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it, then, to the siege of Perpignan that you are going, my boy?” + asked the old Marechal, who began to think that he had been silent a long + time. “Ah! it is well for you. Plague upon it! a siege! ‘tis + an excellent opening. I would have given much had I been able to assist + the late King at a siege, upon my arrival in his court; it would have been + better to be disembowelled then than at a tourney, as I was. But we were + at peace; and I was compelled to go and shoot the Turks with the Rosworm + of the Hungarians, in order that I might not afflict my family by my + idleness. For the rest, may his Majesty receive you as kindly as his + father received me! It is true that the King is good and brave; but they + have unfortunately taught him that cold Spanish etiquette which arrests + all the impulses of the heart. He restrains himself and others by an + immovable presence and an icy look; as for me, I confess that I am always + waiting for the moment of thaw, but in vain. We were accustomed to other + manners from the witty and simple-hearted Henri; and we were at least free + to tell him that we loved him.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, with eyes fixed upon those of Bassompierre, as if to force + himself to attend to his discourse, asked him what was the manner of the + late king in conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Lively and frank,” said he. “Some time after my arrival + in France, I played with him and with the Duchesse de Beaufort at + Fontainebleau; for he wished, he said, to win my gold-pieces, my fine + Portugal money. He asked me the reason why I came into this country. + ‘Truly, Sire,’ said I, frankly, ‘I came with no + intention of enlisting myself in your service, but only to pass some time + at your court, and afterward at that of Spain; but you have charmed me so + much that, instead of going farther, if you desire my service, I will + devote myself to you till death.’ Then he embraced me, and assured + me that I could not find a better master, or one who would love me more. + Alas! I have found it so. And for my part, I sacrificed everything to him, + even my love; and I would have done more, had it been possible to do more + than renounce Mademoiselle de Montmorency.” + </p> + <p> + The good Marechal had tears in his eyes; but the young Marquis d’Effiat + and the Italians, looking at one another, could not help smiling to think + that at present the Princesse de Conde was far from young and pretty. + Cinq-Mars noticed this interchange of glances, and smiled also, but + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Is it true then,” he thought, “that the affections meet + the same fate as the fashions, and that the lapse of a few years can throw + the same ridicule upon a costume and upon love? Happy is he who does not + outlive his youth and his illusions, and who carries his treasures with + him to the grave!” + </p> + <p> + But—again, with effort breaking the melancholy course of his + thoughts, and wishing that the good Marechal should read nothing + unpleasant upon the countenances of his hosts, he said: + </p> + <p> + “People spoke, then, with much freedom to King Henri? Possibly, + however, he found it necessary to assume that tone at the beginning of his + reign; but when he was master did he change it?” + </p> + <p> + “Never! no, never, to his last day, did our great King cease to be + the same. He did not blush to be a man, and he spoke to men with force and + sensibility. Ah! I fancy I see him now, embracing the Duc de Guise in his + carriage, on the very day of his death; he had just made one of his lively + pleasantries to me, and the Duke said to him, ‘You are, in my + opinion, one of the most agreeable men in the world, and destiny ordained + us for each other. For, had you been but an ordinary man, I should have + taken you into my service at whatever price; but since heaven ordained + that you should be born a great King, it is inevitable that I belong to + you.’ Oh, great man!” cried Bassompierre, with tears in his + eyes, and perhaps a little excited by the frequent bumpers he had drunk, + “you said well, ‘When you have lost me you will learn my + value.’” + </p> + <p> + During this interlude, the guests at the table had assumed various + attitudes, according to their position in public affairs. One of the + Italians pretended to chat and laugh in a subdued manner with the young + daughter of the Marechale; the other talked to the deaf old Abbe, who, + with one hand behind his ear that he might hear, was the only one who + appeared attentive. Cinq-Mars had sunk back into his melancholy + abstraction, after throwing a glance at the Marechal, as one looks aside + after throwing a tennis-ball until its return; his elder brother did the + honors of the table with the same calm. Puy-Laurens observed the mistress + of the house with attention; he was devoted to the Duc d’Orleans, + and feared the Cardinal. As for the Marechale, she had an anxious and + afflicted air. Careless words had often recalled the death of her husband + or the departure of her son; and, oftener still, she had feared lest + Bassompierre should compromise himself. She had touched him many times, + glancing at the same time toward M. de Launay, of whom she knew little, + and whom she had reason to believe devoted to the prime minister; but to a + man of his character, such warnings were useless. He appeared not to + notice them; but, on the contrary, crushing that gentleman with his bold + glance and the sound of his voice, he affected to turn himself toward him, + and to direct all his conversation to him. M. de Launay assumed an air of + indifference and of assenting politeness, which he preserved until the + moment when the folding-doors opened, and “Mademoiselle la Duchesse + de Mantua” was announced. + </p> + <p> + The conversation which we have transcribed so lengthily passed, in + reality, with rapidity; and the repast was only half over when the arrival + of Marie de Gonzaga caused the company to rise. She was small, but very + well made, and although her eyes and hair were black, her complexion was + as dazzling as the beauty of her skin. The Marechale arose to acknowledge + her rank, and kissed her on the forehead, in recognition of her goodness + and her charming age. + </p> + <p> + “We have waited a long time for you to-day, dear Marie,” she + said, placing the Duchess beside her; “fortunately, you remain with + me to replace one of my children, who is about to depart.” + </p> + <p> + The young Duchess blushed, lowered her head and her eyes, in order that no + one might see their redness, and said, timidly: + </p> + <p> + “Madame, that may well be, since you have taken toward me the place + of a mother;” and a glance thrown at Cinq-Mars, at the other end of + the table, made him turn pale. + </p> + <p> + This arrival changed the conversation; it ceased to be general, and each + guest conversed in a low voice with his neighbor. The Marechal alone + continued to utter a few sentences concerning the magnificence of the old + court, his wars in Turkey, the tournaments, and the avarice of the new + court; but, to his great regret, no one made any reply, and the company + were about to leave the table, when, as the clock struck two, five horses + appeared in the courtyard. Four were mounted by servants, cloaked and + armed; the other horse, black and spirited, was held by old Grandchamp—it + was his master’s steed. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” exclaimed Bassompierre; “see, our battlehorses are + saddled and bridled. Come, young man, we must say, with our old Marot: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘Adieu la cour, adieu les dames! + Adieu les filles et les femmes! + Adieu vous dy pour quelque temps; + Adieu vos plaisans parse-temps! + Adieu le bal, adieu la dance; + Adieu mesure, adieu cadance, + Tabourins, Hautbois, Violons, + Puisqu’à la guerre nous allons!’” + </pre> + <p> + These old verses and the air of the Marechal made all the guests laugh, + except three persons. + </p> + <p> + “Heavens!” he continued, “it seems to me as if, like + him, I were only seventeen years old; he will return to us covered with + embroidery. Madame, we must keep his chair vacant for him.” + </p> + <p> + The Marechale suddenly grew pale, and left the table in tears; every one + rose with her; she took only two steps, and sank into another chair. Her + sons and her daughter and the young Duchess gathered anxiously around her, + and heard her say, amid the sighs and tears which she strove to restrain: + </p> + <p> + “Pardon, my friends! it is foolish of me—childish; but I am + weak at present, and am not mistress of myself. We were thirteen at table; + and you, my dear Duchess, were the cause of it. But it is very wrong of me + to show so much weakness before him. Farewell, my child; give me your + forehead to kiss, and may God conduct you! Be worthy of your name and of + your father.” + </p> + <p> + Then, as Homer says, “smiling under tears,” she raised + herself, pushed her son from her, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Come, let me see you on horseback, fair sir!” + </p> + <p> + The silent traveller kissed the hands of his mother, and made a low bow to + her; he bowed also to the Duchess, without raising his eyes. Then, + embracing his elder brother, pressing the hand of the Marechal, and + kissing the forehead of his young sister almost simultaneously, he went + forth, and was on horseback in an instant. Every one went to the windows + which overlooked the court, except Madame d’Effiat, who was still + seated and suffering. + </p> + <p> + “He sets off at full gallop. That is a good sign,” said the + Marechal, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, heavens!” cried the young Princess, retiring from the + bay-window. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter?” said the mother. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, nothing!” said M. de Launay. “Your son’s + horse stumbled under the gateway; but he soon pulled him up. See, he + salutes us from the road.” + </p> + <p> + “Another ominous presage!” said the Marquise, upon retiring to + her apartments. + </p> + <p> + Every one imitated her by being silent or speaking low. + </p> + <p> + The day was sad, and in the evening the supper was silent at the chateau + of Chaumont. + </p> + <p> + At ten o’clock that evening, the old Marechal, conducted by his + valet, retired to the northern tower near the gateway, and opposite the + river. The heat was extreme; he opened the window, and, enveloping himself + in his great silk robe, placed a heavy candlestick upon the table and + desired to be left alone. His window looked out upon the plain, which the + moon, in her first quarter, indistinctly lighted; the sky was charged with + thick clouds, and all things disposed the mind to melancholy. Although + Bassompierre had nothing of the dreamer in his character, the tone which + the conversation had taken at dinner returned to his memory, and he + reconsidered his life, the sad changes which the new reign had wrought in + it, a reign which seemed to have breathed upon him a wind of misfortune—the + death of a cherished sister; the irregularities of the heir of his name; + the loss of his lands and of his favor; the recent fate of his friend, the + Marechal d’Effiat, whose chambers he now occupied. All these + thoughts drew from him an involuntary sigh, and he went to the window to + breathe. + </p> + <p> + At that moment he fancied he heard the tramp of a troop of horse at the + side of the wood; but the wind rising made him think that he had been + mistaken, and, as the noise suddenly ceased, he forgot it. He still + watched for some time all the lights of the chateau, which were + successively extinguished, after winding among the windows of the + staircases and rambling about the courtyards and the stables. Then, + leaning back in his great tapestried armchair, his elbow resting on the + table, he abandoned himself to his reflections. After a while, drawing + from his breast a medallion which hung concealed, suspended by a black + ribbon, he said: + </p> + <p> + “Come, my good old master, talk with me as you have so often talked; + come, great King, forget your court for the smile of a true friend; come, + great man, consult me concerning ambitious Austria; come, inconstant + chevalier, speak to me of the lightness of thy love, and of the fidelity + of thine inconstancy; come, heroic soldier, complain to me again that I + obscure you in combat. Ah, had I only done it in Paris! Had I only + received thy wound? With thy blood the world has lost the benefits of + thine interrupted reign—” + </p> + <p> + The tears of the Marechal obscured the glass that covered the large + medallion, and he was effacing them with respectful kisses, when, his door + being roughly opened, he quickly drew his sword. + </p> + <p> + “Who goes there?” he cried, in his surprise, which was much + increased when he saw M. de Launay, who, hat in hand, advanced toward him, + and said to him, with embarrassment: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, it is with a heart pierced with grief that I am forced to + tell you that the King has commanded me to arrest you. A carriage awaits + you at the gate, attended by thirty of the Cardinal-Duke’s + musketeers.” + </p> + <p> + Bassompierre had not risen: and he still held the medallion in his right + hand, and the sword in the other. He tendered it disdainfully to this man, + saying: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long, and it is that of + which I was thinking; in the name of the great Henri, I restore this sword + peacefully to his son. Follow me.” + </p> + <p> + He accompanied these words with a look so firm that De Launay was + depressed, and followed him with drooping head, as if he had himself been + arrested by the noble old man, who, seizing a flambeau, issued from the + court and found all the doors opened by horse-guards, who had terrified + the people of the chateau in the name of the King, and commanded silence. + The carriage was ready, and departed rapidly, followed by many horses. The + Marechal, seated beside M. de Launay, was about to fall asleep, rocked by + the movement of the vehicle, when a voice cried to the driver, “Stop!” + and, as he continued, a pistol-shot followed. The horses stopped. + </p> + <p> + “I declare, Monsieur, that this is done without my participation,” + said Bassompierre. Then, putting his head out at the door, he saw that + they were in a little wood, and that the road was too narrow to allow the + horses to pass to either the right or the left of the carriage—a + great advantage for the aggressors, since the musketeers could not + advance. He tried to see what was going on when a cavalier, having in his + hand a long sword, with which he parried the strokes of the guard, + approached the door, crying: + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Monsieur le Marechal!” + </p> + <p> + “What! is that you, you madcap, Henri, who are playing these pranks? + Gentlemen, let him alone; he is a mere boy.” + </p> + <p> + And, as De Launay called to the musketeers to cease, Bassompierre + recognized the cavalier. + </p> + <p> + “And how the devil came you here?” cried Bassompierre. “I + thought you were at Tours, or even farther, if you had done your duty; but + here you are returned to make a fool of yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, it was not for you I returned, but for a secret affair,” + said Cinq-Mars, in a lower tone; “but, as I take it, they are about + to introduce you to the Bastille, and I am sure you will not betray me, + for that delightful edifice is the very Temple of Discretion. Yet had you + thought fit,” he continued, aloud, “I should have released you + from these gentlemen in the wood here, which is so dense that their horses + would not have been able to stir. A peasant informed me of the insult + passed upon us, more than upon you, by this violation of my father’s + house.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the King’s order, my boy, and we must respect his will; + reserve your ardor for his service, though I thank you with all my heart. + Now farewell, and let me proceed on my agreeable journey.” + </p> + <p> + De Launay interposed, “I may inform you, Monsieur de Cinq-Mars, that + I have been desired by the King himself to assure Monsieur le Marechal, + that he is deeply afflicted at the step he has found it necessary to take, + and that it is solely from an apprehension that Monsieur le Marechal may + be led into evil that his Majesty requests him to remain for a few days in + the Bastille.”—[He remained there twelve years.] + </p> + <p> + Bassompierre turned his head toward Cinq-Mars with a hearty laugh. “You + see, my friend, how we young men are placed under guardianship; so take + care of yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go, then,” said Henri; “this is the last time I + shall play the knight-errant for any one against his will;” and, + reentering the wood as the carriage dashed off at full speed, he proceeded + by narrow paths toward the castle, followed at a short distance by + Grandchamp and his small escort. + </p> + <p> + On arriving at the foot of the western tower, he reined in his horse. He + did not alight, but, approaching so near the wall that he could rest his + foot upon an abutment, he stood up, and raised the blind of a window on + the ground-floor, made in the form of a portcullis, such as is still seen + on some ancient buildings. + </p> + <p> + It was now past midnight, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. No + one but a member of the family could have found his way through darkness + so profound. The towers and the roof formed one dark mass, which stood out + in indistinct relief against the sky, hardly less dark; no light shone + throughout the chateau, wherein all inmates seemed buried in slumber. + Cinq-Mars, enveloped in a large cloak, his face hidden under the broad + brim of his hat, awaited in suspense a reply to his signal. + </p> + <p> + It came; a soft voice was heard from within: + </p> + <p> + “Is that you, Monsieur Cinq-Mars?” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, who else should it be? Who else would return like a criminal + to his paternal house, without entering it, without bidding one more adieu + to his mother? Who else would return to complain of the present, without a + hope for the future, but I?” + </p> + <p> + The gentle voice replied, but its tones were agitated, and evidently + accompanied with tears: “Alas! Henri, of what do you complain? Have + I not already done more, far more than I ought? It is not my fault, but my + misfortune, that my father was a sovereign prince. Can one choose one’s + birthplace or one’s rank, and say for example, ‘I will be a + shepherdess?’ How unhappy is the lot of princesses! From the cradle, + the sentiments of the heart are prohibited to them; and when they have + advanced beyond childhood, they are ceded like a town, and must not even + weep. Since I have known you, what have I not done to bring my future life + within the reach of happiness, in removing it far from a throne? For two + years I have struggled in vain, at once against my evil fortune, that + separates me from you, and against you, who estrange me from the duty I + owe to my family. I have sought to spread a belief that I was dead; I have + almost longed for revolutions. I should have blessed a change which + deprived me of my rank, as I thanked Heaven when my father was dethroned; + but the court wonders at my absence; the Queen requires me to attend her. + Our dreams are at an end, Henri; we have already slumbered too long. Let + us awake, be courageous, and think no more of those dear two years—forget + all in the one recollection of our great resolve. Have but one thought; be + ambitious for—be ambitious—for my sake.” + </p> + <p> + “Must we, then, indeed, forget all, Marie?” murmured + Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + She hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, forget all—that I myself have forgotten.” Then, + after a moment’s pause, she continued with earnestness: “Yes, + forget our happy days together, our long evenings, even our walks by the + lake and through the wood; but keep the future ever in mind. Go, Henri; + your father was Marechal. Be you more; be you Constable, Prince. Go; you + are young, noble, rich, brave, beloved—” + </p> + <p> + “Beloved forever?” said Henri. + </p> + <p> + “Forever; for life and for eternity.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, tremulously extending his hand to the window, exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “I swear, Marie, by the Virgin, whose name you bear, that you shall + be mine, or my head shall fall on the scaffold!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Heaven! what is it you say?” she cried, seizing his hand + in her own. “Swear to me that you will share in no guilty deeds; + that you will never forget that the King of France is your master. Love + him above all, next to her who will sacrifice all for you, who will await + you amid suffering and sorrow. Take this little gold cross and wear it + upon your heart; it has often been wet with my tears, and those tears will + flow still more bitterly if ever you are faithless to the King. Give me + the ring I see on your finger. Oh, heavens, my hand and yours are red with + blood!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, only a scratch. Did you hear nothing, an hour ago?” + </p> + <p> + “No; but listen. Do you hear anything now?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Marie, nothing but some bird of night on the tower.” + </p> + <p> + “I heard whispering near us, I am sure. But whence comes this blood? + Tell me, and then depart.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I will go, while the clouds are still dark above us. Farewell, + sweet soul; in my hour of danger I will invoke thee as a guardian angel. + Love has infused the burning poison of ambition into my soul, and for the + first time I feel that ambition may be ennobled by its aim. Farewell! I go + to accomplish my destiny.” + </p> + <p> + “And forget not mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Can they ever be separated?” + </p> + <p> + “Never!” exclaimed Marie, “but by death.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear absence still more,” said Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Farewell! I tremble; farewell!” repeated the beloved voice, + and the window was slowly drawn down, the clasped hands not parting till + the last moment. + </p> + <p> + The black horse had all the while been pawing the earth, tossing his head + with impatience, and whinnying. Cinq-Mars, as agitated and restless as his + steed, gave it the rein; and the whole party was soon near the city of + Tours, which the bells of St. Gatien had announced from afar. To the + disappointment of old Grandchamp, Cinq-Mars would not enter the town, but + proceeded on his way, and five days later he entered, with his escort, the + old city of Loudun in Poitou, after an uneventful journey. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. THE STREET + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Je m’avancais d’un pas pénible et mal assuré vers le but + de ce convoi tragique.—NODIER, <i>Smarra</i>. +</pre> + <p> + The reign of which we are about to paint a few years—a reign of + feebleness, which was like an eclipse of the crown between the splendors + of Henri IV and those of Louis le Grand—afflicts the eyes which + contemplate it with dark stains of blood, and these were not all the work + of one man, but were caused by great and grave bodies. It is melancholy to + observe that in this age, still full of disorder, the clergy, like a + nation, had its populace, as it had its nobility, its ignorant and its + criminal prelates, as well as those who were learned and virtuous. Since + that time, its remnant of barbarism has been refined away by the long + reign of Louis XIV, and its corruptions have been washed out in the blood + of the martyrs whom it offered up to the revolution of 1793. + </p> + <p> + We felt it necessary to pause for a moment to express this reflection + before entering upon the recital of the facts presented by the history of + this period, and to intimate that, notwithstanding this consolatory + reflection, we have found it incumbent upon us to pass over many details + too odious to occupy a place in our pages, sighing in spirit at those + guilty acts which it was necessary to record, as in relating the life of a + virtuous old man, we should lament over the impetuosities of his + passionate youth, or over the corrupt tendencies of his riper age. + </p> + <p> + When the cavalcade entered the narrow streets of Loudun, they heard + strange noises all around them. The streets were filled with agitated + masses; the bells of the church and of the convent were ringing furiously, + as if the town was in flames; and the whole population, without paying any + attention to the travellers, was pressing tumultuously toward a large + edifice that adjoined the church. Here and there dense crowds were + collected, listening in silence to some voice that seemed raised in + exhortation, or engaged in emphatic reading; then, furious cries, mingled + with pious exclamations, arose from the crowd, which, dispersing, showed + the travellers that the orator was some Capuchin or Franciscan friar, who, + holding a wooden crucifix in one hand, pointed with the other to the large + building which was attracting such universal interest. + </p> + <p> + “Jesu Maria!” exclaimed an old woman, “who would ever + have thought that the Evil Spirit would choose our old town for his abode?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, or that the pious Ursulines should be possessed?” said + another. + </p> + <p> + “They say that the demon who torments the Superior is called Legion,” + cried a third: + </p> + <p> + “One demon, say you?” interrupted a nun; “there were + seven in her poor body, whereunto, doubtless, she had attached too much + importance, by reason of its great beauty, though now ‘tis but the + receptacle of evil spirits. The prior of the Carmelites yesterday expelled + the demon Eazas through her mouth; and the reverend Father Lactantius has + driven out in like manner the demon Beherit. But the other five will not + depart, and when the holy exorcists (whom Heaven support!) summoned them + in Latin to withdraw, they replied insolently that they would not go till + they had proved their power, to the conviction even of the Huguenots and + heretics, who, misbelieving wretches! seem to doubt it. The demon Elimi, + the worst of them all, as you know, has threatened to take off Monsieur de + Laubardemont’s skull-cap to-day, and to dangle it in the air at + Miserere.” + </p> + <p> + “Holy Virgin!” rejoined the first speaker, “I’m + all of a tremble! And to think that many times I have got this magician + Urbain to say masses for me!” + </p> + <p> + “For myself,” exclaimed a girl, crossing herself; “I too + confessed to him ten months ago! No doubt I should have been possessed + myself, but for the relic of Saint-Genevieve I luckily had about me, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Luckily, indeed, Martine,” interposed a fat gossip; “for—no + offence!—you, as I remember, were long enough with the handsome + sorcerer.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” said a young soldier, who had joined the group, + smoking his pipe, “don’t you know that pretty Martine was + dispossessed a month ago.” + </p> + <p> + The girl blushed, and drew the hood of her black cloak over her face. The + elder gossips cast a glance of indignation at the reckless trooper, and + finding themselves now close to the door of the building, and thus sure of + making their way in among the first when it should be thrown open, sat + down upon the stone bench at the side, and, talking of the latest wonders, + raised the expectations of all as to the delight they were about to have + in being spectators of something marvellous—an apparition, perhaps, + but at the very least, an administration of the torture. + </p> + <p> + “Is it true, aunt,” asked Martine of the eldest gossip, + “that you have heard the demons speak?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, child, true as I see you; many and many can say the same; and + it was to convince you of it I brought you with me here, that you may see + the power of the Evil One.” + </p> + <p> + “What kind of voice has he?” continued the girl, glad to + encourage a conversation which diverted from herself the invidious + attention procured her by the soldier’s raillery. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he speaks with a voice like that of the Superior herself, to + whom Our Lady be gracious! Poor young woman! I was with her yesterday a + long time; it was sad to see her tearing her breast, turning her arms and + her legs first one way and then another, and then, all of a sudden, + twisting them together behind her back. When the holy Father Lactantius + pronounced the name of Urbain Grandier, foam came out of her mouth, and + she talked Latin for all the world as if she were reading the Bible. Of + course, I did not understand what she said, and all I can remember of it + now is, ‘Urbanus Magicus rosas diabolica,’ which they tell me + means that the magician Urbain had bewitched her with some roses the Devil + had given him; and so it must have been, for while Father Lactantius + spoke, out of her ears and neck came a quantity of flame-colored roses, + all smelling of sulphur so strongly that the judge-Advocate called out for + every one present to stop their noses and eyes, for that the demons were + about to come out.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, look there now!” exclaimed with shrill voices and a + triumphant air the whole bevy of assembled women, turning toward the + crowd, and more particularly toward a group of men attired in black, among + whom was standing the young soldier who had cut his joke just before so + unceremoniously. + </p> + <p> + “Listen to the noisy old idiots!” exclaimed the soldier. + “They think they’re at the witches’ Sabbath, but I don’t + see their broomsticks.” + </p> + <p> + “Young man, young man!” said a citizen, with a sad air, + “jest not upon such subjects in the open air, or, in such a time as + this, the wind may become gushing flames and destroy you.” + </p> + <p> + “Pooh! I laugh at your exorcists!” returned the soldier; + “my name is Grand-Ferre, and I’ve got here a better exorciser + than any of you can show.” + </p> + <p> + And significantly grasping the handle of his rapier in one hand, with the + other he twisted up his blond moustache, as he looked fiercely around; but + meeting no glance which returned the defiance of his own, he slowly + withdrew, left foot foremost, and strolled along the dark, narrow streets + with all the reckless nonchalance of a young soldier who has just donned + his uniform, and a profound contempt for all who wear not a military coat. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime eight or ten of the more substantial and rational + inhabitants traversed in a body, slowly and silently, the agitated throng; + they seemed overwhelmed with amazement and distress at the agitation and + excitement they witnessed everywhere, and as each new instance of the + popular frenzy appeared, they exchanged glances of wonder and + apprehension. Their mute depression communicated itself to the + working-people, and to the peasants who had flocked in from the adjacent + country, and who, all sought a guide for their opinions in the faces of + the principal townsmen, also for the most part proprietors of the + surrounding districts. They saw that something calamitous was on foot, and + resorted accordingly to the only remedy open to the ignorant and the + beguiled—apathetic resignation. + </p> + <p> + Yet, in the character of the French peasant is a certain scoffing finesse + of which he makes effective use, sometimes with his equals, and almost + invariably with his superiors. He puts questions to power as embarrassing + as are those which infancy puts to mature age. He affects excessive + humility, in order to confuse him whom he addresses with the very height + of his isolated elevation. He exaggerates the awkwardness of his manner + and the rudeness of his speech, as a means of covering his real thoughts + under the appearance of mere uncouthness; yet, despite all his + self-command, there is something in his air, certain fierce expressions + which betray him to the close observer, who discerns in his sardonic + smile, and in the marked emphasis with which he leans on his long staff, + the hopes that secretly nourish his soul, and the aid upon which he + ultimately relies. + </p> + <p> + One of the oldest of the peasants whom we have indicated came on + vigorously, followed by ten or twelve young men, his sons and nephews, all + wearing the broad-brimmed hat and the blue frock or blouse of the ancient + Gauls, which the peasants of France still wear over their other garments, + as peculiarly adapted to their humid climate and their laborious habits. + </p> + <p> + When the old man had reached the group of personages of whom we have just + spoken, he took off his hat—an example immediately followed by his + whole family—and showed a face tanned with exposure to the weather, + a forehead bald and wrinkled with age, and long, white hair. His shoulders + were bent with years and labor, but he was still a hale and sturdy man. He + was received with an air of welcome, and even of respect, by one of the + gravest of the grave group he had approached, who, without uncovering, + however, extended to him his hand. + </p> + <p> + “What! good Father Guillaume Leroux!” said he, “and have + you, too, left our farm of La Chenaie to visit the town, when it’s + not market-day? Why, ‘tis as if your oxen were to unharness + themselves and go hunting, leaving their work to see a poor rabbit run + down!” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, Monsieur le Comte du Lude,” replied the farmer, + “for that matter, sometimes the rabbit runs across our path of + itself; but, in truth, I’ve a notion that some of the people here + want to make fools of us, and so I’ve come to see about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough of that, my friend,” returned the Count; “here + is Monsieur Fournier, the Advocate, who assuredly will not deceive you, + for he resigned his office of Attorney-General last night, that he might + henceforth devote his eloquence to the service of his own noble thoughts. + You will hear him, perhaps, to-day, though truly, I dread his appearing + for his own sake as much as I desire it for that of the accused.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not for myself,” said Fournier; “truth is with + me a passion, and I would have it taught in all times and all places.” + </p> + <p> + He that spoke was a young man, whose face, pallid in the extreme, was full + of the noblest expression. His blond hair, his light-blue eyes, his + thinness, the delicacy of his frame, made him at first sight seem younger + than he was; but his thoughtful and earnest countenance indicated that + mental superiority and that precocious maturity of soul which are + developed by deep study in youth, combined with natural energy of + character. He was attired wholly in black, with a short cloak in the + fashion of the day, and carried under his left arm a roll of documents, + which, when speaking, he would take in the right hand and grasp + convulsively, as a warrior in his anger grasps the pommel of his sword. At + one moment it seemed as if he were about to unfurl the scroll, and from it + hurl lightning upon those whom he pursued with looks of fiery indignation—three + Capuchins and a Franciscan, who had just passed. + </p> + <p> + “Pere Guillaume,” pursued M. du Lude, “how is it you + have brought with you only your sons, and they armed with their staves?” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, Monsieur, I have no desire that our girls should learn to + dance of the nuns; and, moreover, just now the lads with their staves may + bestir themselves to better purpose than their sisters would.” + </p> + <p> + “Take my advice, my old friend,” said the Count, “and + don’t bestir yourselves at all; rather stand quietly aside to view + the procession which you see approaching, and remember that you are + seventy years old.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” murmured the old man, drawing up his twelve sons in + double military rank, “I fought under good King Henriot, and can + play at sword and pistol as well as the worthy ‘ligueurs’;” + and shaking his head he leaned against a post, his knotty staff between + his crossed legs, his hands clasped on its thick butt-end, and his white, + bearded chin resting on his hands. Then, half closing his eyes, he + appeared lost in recollections of his youth. + </p> + <p> + The bystanders observed with interest his dress, slashed in the fashion of + Henri IV, and his resemblance to the Bearnese monarch in the latter years + of his life, though the King’s hair had been prevented by the + assassin’s blade from acquiring the whiteness which that of the old + peasant had peacefully attained. A furious pealing of the bells, however, + attracted the general attention to the end of the great street, down which + was seen filing a long procession, whose banners and glittering pikes rose + above the heads of the crowd, which successively and in silence opened a + way for the at once absurd and terrible train. + </p> + <p> + First, two and two, came a body of archers, with pointed beards and large + plumed hats, armed with long halberds, who, ranging in a single file on + each side of the middle of the street, formed an avenue along which + marched in solemn order a procession of Gray Penitents—men attired + in long, gray robes, the hoods of which entirely covered their heads; + masks of the same stuff terminated below their chins in points, like + beards, each having three holes for the eyes and nose. Even at the present + day we see these costumes at funerals, more especially in the Pyrenees. + The Penitents of Loudun carried enormous wax candles, and their slow, + uniform movement, and their eyes, which seemed to glitter under their + masks, gave them the appearance of phantoms. + </p> + <p> + The people expressed their various feelings in an undertone: + </p> + <p> + “There’s many a rascal hidden under those masks,” said a + citizen. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and with a face uglier than the mask itself,” added a + young man. + </p> + <p> + “They make me afraid,” tremulously exclaimed a girl. + </p> + <p> + “I’m only afraid for my purse,” said the first speaker. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, heaven! there are our holy brethren, the Penitents,” + cried an old woman, throwing back her hood, the better to look at them. + “See the banner they bear! Ah, neighbors, ‘tis a joyful thing + to have it among us! Beyond a doubt it will save us; see, it shows the + devil in flames, and a monk fastening a chain round his neck, to keep him + in hell. Ah, here come the judges—noble gentlemen! dear gentlemen! + Look at their red robes; how beautiful! Blessed be the Virgin, they’ve + been well chosen!” + </p> + <p> + “Every man of them is a personal enemy of the Cure,” whispered + the Count du Lude to the advocate Fournier, who took a note of the + information. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you know them, neighbors?” pursued the shrill, + sharp voice of the old woman, as she elbowed one and pinched another of + those near her to attract their attention to the objects of her + admiration; “see, there’s excellent Monsieur Mignon, + whispering to Messieurs the Counsellors of the Court of Poitiers; Heaven + bless them all, say I!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there are Roatin, Richard, and Chevalier—the very men + who tried to have him dismissed a year ago,” continued M. du Lude, + in undertones, to the young advocate, who, surrounded and hidden from + public observation by the group of dark-clad citizens, was writing down + his observations in a note-book under his cloak. + </p> + <p> + “Here; look, look!” screamed the woman. “Make way! here’s + Monsieur Barre, the Cure of Saint-Jacques at Chinon.” + </p> + <p> + “A saint!” murmured one bystander. + </p> + <p> + “A hypocrite!” exclaimed a manly voice. + </p> + <p> + “See how thin he is with fasting!” + </p> + <p> + “See how pale he is with remorse!” + </p> + <p> + “He’s the man to drive away devils!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but not till he’s done with them for his own purposes.” + </p> + <p> + The dialogue was interrupted by the general exclamation, “How + beautiful she is!” + </p> + <p> + The Superior of the Ursulines advanced, followed by all her nuns. Her + white veil was raised; in order that the people might see the features of + the possessed ones, it had been ordered that it should be thus with her + and six of the sisterhood. Her attire had no distinguishing feature, + except a large rosary extending from her neck nearly to her feet, from + which hung a gold cross; but the dazzling pallor of her face, rendered + still more conspicuous by the dark hue of her capuchon, at once fixed the + general gaze upon her. Her brilliant, dark eyes, which bore the impress of + some deep and burning passion, were crowned with eyebrows so perfectly + arched that Nature herself seemed to have taken as much pains to form them + as the Circassian women to pencil theirs artistically; but between them a + slight fold revealed the powerful agitation within. In her movements, + however, and throughout her whole bearing, she affected perfect calm; her + steps were slow and measured, and her beautiful hands were crossed on her + bosom, as white and motionless as those of the marble statues joined in + eternal prayer. + </p> + <p> + “See, aunt,” ejaculated Martine, “see how Sister Agnes + and Sister Claire are weeping, next to the Superior!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, niece, they weep because they are the prey of the demon.” + </p> + <p> + “Or rather,” interposed the same manly voice that spoke + before, “because they repent of having mocked Heaven.” + </p> + <p> + A deep silence now pervaded the multitude; not a word was heard, not a + movement, hardly a breath. Every one seemed paralyzed by some sudden + enchantment, when, following the nuns, among four Penitents who held him + in chains, appeared the Cure of the Church of Ste. Croix, attired in his + pastor’s robe. His was a noble, fine face, with grandeur in its + whole expression, and gentleness in every feature. Affecting no scornful + indifference to his position, he looked calmly and kindly around, as if he + sought on his dark path the affectionate glances of those who loved him. + Nor did he seek in vain; here and there he encountered those glances, and + joyfully returned them. He even heard sobs, and he saw hands extended + toward him, many of which grasped weapons. But no gesture of his + encouraged these mute offers of aid; he lowered his eyes and went on, + careful not to compromise those who so trusted in him, or to involve them + in his own misfortunes. This was Urbain Grandier. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the procession stopped, at a sign from the man who walked apart, + and who seemed to command its progress. He was tall, thin, sallow; he wore + a long black robe, with a cap of the same material and color; he had the + face of a Don Basilio, with the eye of Nero. He motioned the guards to + surround him more closely, when he saw with affright the dark group we + have mentioned, and the strong-limbed and resolute peasants who seemed in + attendance upon them. Then, advancing somewhat before the Canons and + Capuchins who were with him, he pronounced, in a shrill voice, this + singular decree: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “We, Sieur de Laubardemont, referendary, being delegated and + invested with discretionary power in the matter of the trial of the + magician Urbain Grandier, upon the various articles of accusation + brought against him, assisted by the reverend Fathers Mignon, canon, + Barre, cure of St. Jacques at Chinon, Father Lactantius, and all the + other judges appointed to try the said magician, have decreed as + follows: + + “Primo: the factitious assembly of proprietors, noble citizens of + this town and its environs, is dissolved, as tending to popular + sedition; its proceedings are declared null, and its letter to the + King, against us, the judges, which has been intercepted, shall be + publicly burned in the marketplace as calumniating the good + Ursulines and the reverend fathers and judges. + + “Secundo: it is forbidden to say, publicly or in private, that the + said nuns are not possessed by the Evil Spirit, or to doubt of the + power of the exorcists, under pain of a fine of twenty thousand + livres, and corporal punishment. + + “Let the bailiffs and sheriffs obey this. Given the eighteenth of + June, in the year of grace 1639.” + </pre> + <p> + Before he had well finished reading the decree, the discordant blare of + trumpets, bursting forth at a prearranged signal, drowned, to a certain + extent, the murmurs that followed its proclamation, amid which + Laubardemont urged forward the procession, which entered the great + building already referred to—an ancient convent, whose interior had + crumbled away, its walls now forming one vast hall, well adapted for the + purpose to which it was about to be applied. Laubardemont did not deem + himself safe until he was within the building and had heard the heavy, + double doors creak on their hinges as, closing, they excluded the furious + crowd without. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. THE GOOD PRIEST + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + L’homme de paix me parla ainsi.—VICAIRE SAVOYARD. +</pre> + <p> + Now that the diabolical procession is in the arena destined for its + spectacle, and is arranging its sanguinary representation, let us see what + Cinq-Mars had been doing amid the agitated throng. He was naturally + endowed with great tact, and he felt that it would be no easy matter for + him to attain his object of seeing the Abbe Quillet, at a time when public + excitement was at its height. He therefore remained on horseback with his + four servants in a small, dark street that led into the main thoroughfare, + whence he could see all that passed. No one at first paid any attention to + him; but when public curiosity had no other aliment, he became an object + of general interest. Weary of so many strange scenes, the inhabitants + looked upon him with some exasperation, and whispered to one another, + asking whether this was another exorcist come among them. Feeling that it + was time to take a decided course, he advanced with his attendants, hat in + hand, toward the group in black of whom we have spoken, and addressing him + who appeared its chief member, said, “Monsieur, where can I find + Monsieur l’Abbe Quillet?” + </p> + <p> + At this name, all regarded him with an air of terror, as if he had + pronounced that of Lucifer. Yet no anger was shown; on the contrary, it + seemed that the question had favorably changed for him the minds of all + who heard him. Moreover, chance had served him well in his choice; the + Comte du Lude came up to his horse, and saluting him, said, “Dismount, + Monsieur, and I will give you some useful information concerning him.” + </p> + <p> + After speaking a while in whispers, the two gentlemen separated with all + the ceremonious courtesy of the time. Cinq-Mars remounted his black horse, + and passing through numerous narrow streets, was soon out of the crowd + with his retinue. + </p> + <p> + “How happy I am!” he soliloquized, as he went his way; “I + shall, at all events, for a moment see the good and kind clergyman who + brought me up; even now I recall his features, his calm air, his voice so + full of gentleness.” + </p> + <p> + As these tender thoughts filled his mind, he found himself in the small, + dark street which had been indicated to him; it was so narrow that the + knee-pieces of his boots touched the wall on each side. At the end of the + street he came to a one-storied wooden house, and in his eagerness knocked + at the door with repeated strokes. + </p> + <p> + “Who is there?” cried a furious voice within; and at the same + moment, the door opening revealed a little short, fat man, with a very red + face, dressed in black, with a large white ruff, and riding-boots which + engulfed his short legs in their vast depths. In his hands were a pair of + horse-pistols. + </p> + <p> + “I will sell my life dearly!” he cried; “and—” + </p> + <p> + “Softly, Abbe, softly,” said his pupil, taking his arm; + “we are friends.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my son, is it you?” said the good man, letting fall his + pistols, which were picked up by a domestic, also armed to the teeth. + “What do you here? The abomination has entered the town, and I only + await the night to depart. Make haste within, my dear boy, with your + people. I took you for the archers of Laubardemont, and, faith, I intended + to take a part somewhat out of my line. You see the horses in the + courtyard there; they will convey me to Italy, where I shall rejoin our + friend, the Duc de Bouillon. Jean! Jean! hasten and close the great gate + after Monsieur’s domestics, and recommend them not to make too much + noise, although for that matter we have no habitation near us.” + </p> + <p> + Grandchamp obeyed the intrepid little Abbe, who then embraced Cinq-Mars + four consecutive times, raising himself on the points of his boots, so as + to attain the middle of his pupil’s breast. He then hurried him into + a small room, which looked like a deserted granary; and seating him beside + himself upon a black leather trunk, he said, warmly: + </p> + <p> + “Well, my son, whither go you? How came Madame la Marechale to allow + you to come here? Do you not see what they are doing against an unhappy + man, whose death alone will content them? Alas, merciful Heaven! is this + the first spectacle my dear pupil is to see? And you at that delightful + period of life when friendship, love, confidence, should alone encompass + you; when all around you should give you a favorable opinion of your + species, at your very entry into the great world! How unfortunate! alas, + why did you come?” + </p> + <p> + When the good Abbe had followed up this lamentation by pressing + affectionately both hands of the young traveller in his own, so red and + wrinkled, the latter answered: + </p> + <p> + “Can you not guess, my dear Abbe, that I came to Loudun because you + are here? As to the spectacle you speak of, it appears to me simply + ridiculous; and I swear that I do not a whit the less on its account love + that human race of which your virtues and your good lessons have given me + an excellent idea. As to the five or six mad women who—” + </p> + <p> + “Let us not lose time; I will explain to you all that matter; but + answer me, whither go you, and for what?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to Perpignan, where the Cardinal-Duke is to present me + to the King.” + </p> + <p> + At this the worthy but hasty Abbe rose from his box, and walked, or rather + ran, to and fro, stamping. “The Cardinal! the Cardinal!” he + repeated, almost choking, his face becoming scarlet, and the tears rising + to his eyes; “My poor child! they will destroy him! Ah, mon Dieu! + what part would they have him play there? What would they do with him? Ah, + who will protect thee, my son, in that dangerous place?” he + continued, reseating himself, and again taking his pupil’s hands in + his own with a paternal solicitude, as he endeavored to read his thoughts + in his countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I do not exactly know,” said Cinq-Mars, looking up at + the ceiling; “but I suppose it will be the Cardinal de Richelieu, + who was the friend of my father.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my dear Henri, you make me tremble; he will ruin you unless you + become his docile instrument. Alas, why can not I go with you? Why must I + act the young man of twenty in this unfortunate affair? Alas, I should be + perilous to you; I must, on the contrary, conceal myself. But you will + have Monsieur de Thou near you, my son, will you not?” said he, + trying to reassure himself; “he was your friend in childhood, though + somewhat older than yourself. Heed his counsels, my child, he is a wise + young man of mature reflection and solid ideas.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, my dear Abbe, you may depend upon my tender attachment for + him; I never have ceased to love him.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have ceased to write to him, have you not?” asked the + good Abbe, half smilingly. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, my dear Abbe, I wrote to him once, and again + yesterday, to inform him that the Cardinal has invited me to court.” + </p> + <p> + “How! has he himself desired your presence?” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars hereupon showed the letter of the Cardinal-Duke to his mother, + and his old preceptor grew gradually calmer. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, well!” said he to himself, “this is not so bad, + perhaps, after all. It looks promising; a captain of the guards at twenty—that + sounds well!” and the worthy Abbe’s face became all smiles. + </p> + <p> + The young man, delighted to see these smiles, which so harmonized with his + own thoughts, fell upon the neck of the Abbe and embraced him, as if the + good man had thus assured to him a futurity of pleasure, glory, and love. + </p> + <p> + But the good Abbe, with difficulty disengaging himself from this warm + embrace, resumed his walk, his reflections, and his gravity. He coughed + often and shook his head; and Cinq-Mars, not venturing to pursue the + conversation, watched him, and became sad as he saw him become serious. + </p> + <p> + The old man at last sat down, and in a mournful tone addressed his pupil: + </p> + <p> + “My friend, my son, I have for a moment yielded like a father to + your hopes; but I must tell you, and it is not to afflict you, that they + appear to me excessive and unnatural. If the Cardinal’s sole aim + were to show attachment and gratitude toward your family, he would not + have carried his favors so far; no, the extreme probability is that he has + designs upon you. From what has been told him, he thinks you adapted to + play some part, as yet impossible for us to divine, but which he himself + has traced out in the deepest recesses of his mind. He wishes to educate + you for this; he wishes to drill you into it. Allow me the expression in + consideration of its accuracy, and think seriously of it when the time + shall come. But I am inclined to believe that, as matters are, you would + do well to follow up this vein in the great mine of State; in this way + high fortunes have begun. You must only take heed not to be blinded and + led at will. Let not favors dazzle you, my poor child, and let not + elevation turn your head. Be not so indignant at the suggestion; the thing + has happened to older men than yourself. Write to me often, as well as to + your mother; see Monsieur de Thou, and together we will try to keep you in + good counsel. Now, my son, be kind enough to close that window through + which the wind comes upon my head, and I will tell you what has been going + on here.” + </p> + <p> + Henri, trusting that the moral part of the discourse was over, and + anticipating nothing in the second part but a narrative more or less + interesting, closed the old casement, festooned with cobwebs, and resumed + his seat without speaking. + </p> + <p> + “Now that I reflect further,” continued the Abbe, “I + think it will not perhaps be unprofitable for you to have passed through + this place, although it be a sad experience you shall have acquired; but + it will supply what I may not have formerly told you of the wickedness of + men. I hope, moreover, that the result will not be fatal, and that the + letter we have written to the King will arrive in time.” + </p> + <p> + “I heard that it had been intercepted,” interposed Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Then all is over,” said the Abbe Quillet; “the Cure is + lost. But listen. God forbid, my son, that I, your old tutor, should seek + to assail my own work, and attempt to weaken your faith! Preserve ever and + everywhere that simple creed of which your noble family has given you the + example, which our fathers possessed in a still higher degree than we, and + of which the greatest captains of our time are not ashamed. Always, while + you wear a sword, remember that you hold it for the service of God. But at + the same time, when you are among men, avoid being deceived by the + hypocrite. He will encompass you, my son; he will assail you on the + vulnerable side of your ingenuous heart, in addressing your religion; and + seeing the extravagance of his affected zeal, you will fancy yourself + lukewarm as compared with him. You will think that your conscience cries + out against you; but it will not be the voice of conscience that you hear. + And what cries would not that conscience send forth, how fiercely would it + not rise upon you, did you contribute to the destruction of innocence by + invoking Heaven itself as a false witness against it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my father! can such things be possible?” exclaimed Henri + d’Effiat, clasping his hands. + </p> + <p> + “It is but too true,” continued the Abbe; “you saw a + partial execution of it this morning. God grant you may not witness still + greater horrors! But listen! whatever you may see, whatever crime they + dare to commit, I conjure you, in the name of your mother and of all that + you hold dear, say not a word; make not a gesture that may indicate any + opinion whatever. I know the impetuous character that you derive from the + Marechal, your father; curb it, or you are lost. These little ebullitions + of passion give but slight satisfaction, and bring about great + misfortunes. I have observed you give way to them too much. Oh, did you + but know the advantage that a calm temper gives one over men! The ancients + stamped it on the forehead of the divinity as his finest attribute, since + it shows that he is superior to our fears and to our hopes, to our + pleasures and to our pains. Therefore, my dear child, remain passive in + the scenes you are about to witness; but see them you must. Be present at + this sad trial; for me, I must suffer the consequences of my schoolboy + folly. I will relate it to you; it will prove to you that with a bald head + one may be as much a child as with your fine chestnut curls.” + </p> + <p> + And the excellent old Abbe, taking his pupil’s head affectionately + between his hands, continued: + </p> + <p> + “Like other people, my dear son, I was curious to see the devils of + the Ursulines; and knowing that they professed to speak all languages, I + was so imprudent as to cease speaking Latin and to question them in Greek. + The Superior is very pretty, but she does not know Greek! Duncan, the + physician, observed aloud that it was surprising that the demon, who knew + everything, should commit barbarisms and solecisms in Latin, and not be + able to answer in Greek. The young Superior, who was then upon her bed, + turned toward the wall to weep, and said in an undertone to Father Barre, + ‘I can not go on with this, father.’ I repeated her words + aloud, and infuriated all the exorcists; they cried out that I ought to + know that there are demons more ignorant than peasants, and said that as + to their power and physical strength, it could not be doubted, since the + spirits named Gresil des Trones, Aman des Puissance, and Asmodeus, had + promised to carry off the calotte of Monsieur de Laubardemont. They were + preparing for this, when the physician Duncan, a learned and upright man, + but somewhat of a scoffer, took it into his head to pull a cord he + discovered fastened to a column like a bell-rope, and which hung down just + close to the referendary’s head; whereupon they called him a + Huguenot, and I am satisfied that if Marechal de Breze were not his + protector, it would have gone ill with him. The Comte du Lude then came + forward with his customary ‘sang-froid’, and begged the + exorcists to perform before him. Father Lactantius, the Capuchin with the + dark visage and hard look, proceeded with Sister Agnes and Sister Claire; + he raised both his hands, looking at them as a serpent would look at two + dogs, and cried in a terrible voice, ‘Quis to misit, Diabole?’ + and the two sisters answered, as with one voice, ‘Urbanus.’ He + was about to continue, when Monsieur du Lude, taking out of his pocket, + with an air of veneration, a small gold box, said that he had in it a + relic left by his ancestors, and that though not doubting the fact of the + possession, he wished to test it. Father Lactantius seized the box with + delight, and hardly had he touched the foreheads of the two sisters with + it when they made great leaps and twisted about their hands and feet. + Lactantius shouted forth his exorcisms; Barre threw himself upon his knees + with all the old women; and Mignon and the judges applauded. The + impassible Laubardemont made the sign of the cross, without being struck + dead for it! When Monsieur du Lude took back his box the nuns became + still. ‘I think,’ said Lactantius, insolently, ‘that—you + will not question your relics now.’ ‘No more than I do the + possession,’ answered Monsieur du Lude, opening his box and showing + that it was empty. ‘Monsieur, you mock us,’ said Lactantius. I + was indignant at these mummeries, and said to him, ‘Yes, Monsieur, + as you mock God and men.’ And this, my dear friend, is the reason + why you see me in my seven-league boots, so heavy that they hurt my legs, + and with pistols; for our friend Laubardemont has ordered my person to be + seized, and I don’t choose it to be seized, old as it is.” + </p> + <p> + “What, is he so powerful, then?” cried Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “More so than is supposed—more so than could be believed. I + know that the possessed Abbess is his niece, and that he is provided with + an order in council directing him to judge, without being deterred by any + appeals lodged in Parliament, the Cardinal having prohibited the latter + from taking cognizance of the matter of Urbain Grandier.” + </p> + <p> + “And what are his offences?” asked the young man, already + deeply interested. + </p> + <p> + “Those of a strong mind and of a great genius, an inflexible will + which has irritated power against him, and a profound passion which has + driven his heart and him to commit the only mortal sin with which I + believe he can be reproached; and it was only by violating the sanctity of + his private papers, which they tore from Jeanne d’Estievre, his + mother, an old woman of eighty, that they discovered his love for the + beautiful Madeleine de Brou. This girl had refused to marry, and wished to + take the veil. May that veil have concealed from her the spectacle of this + day! The eloquence of Grandier and his angelic beauty drove the women half + mad; they came miles and miles to hear him. I have seen them swoon during + his sermons; they declared him an angel, and touched his garment and + kissed his hands when he descended from the pulpit. It is certain that, + unless it be his beauty, nothing could equal the sublimity of his + discourses, ever full of inspiration. The pure honey of the gospel + combined on his lips with the flashing flame of the prophecies; and one + recognized in the sound of his voice a heart overflowing with holy pity + for the evils to which mankind are subject, and filled with tears, ready + to flow for us.” + </p> + <p> + The good priest paused, for his own voice and eyes were filled with tears; + his round and naturally Joyous face was more touching than a graver one + under the same circumstances, for it seemed as if it bade defiance to + sadness. Cinq-Mars, even more moved, pressed his hand without speaking, + fearful of interrupting him. The Abbe took out a red handkerchief, wiped + his eyes, and continued: + </p> + <p> + “This is the second attack upon Urbain by his combined enemies. He + had already been accused of bewitching the nuns; but, examined by holy + prelates, by enlightened magistrates, and learned physicians, he was + immediately acquitted, and the judges indignantly imposed silence upon + these devils in human form. The good and pious Archbishop of Bordeaux, who + had himself chosen the examiners of these pretended exorcists, drove the + prophets away and shut up their hell. But, humiliated by the publicity of + the result, annoyed at seeing Grandier kindly received by our good King + when he threw himself at his feet at Paris, they saw that if he triumphed + they were lost, and would be universally regarded as impostors. Already + the convent of the Ursulines was looked upon only as a theatre for + disgraceful comedies, and the nuns themselves as shameless actresses. More + than a hundred persons, furious against the Cure, had compromised + themselves in the hope of destroying him. Their plot, instead of being + abandoned, has gained strength by its first check; and here are the means + that have been set to work by his implacable enemies. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know a man called ‘L’Eminence Grise’, that + formidable Capuchin whom the Cardinal employs in all things, consults upon + some, and always despises? It was to him that the Capuchins of Loudun + addressed themselves. A woman of this place, of low birth, named Hamon, + having been so fortunate as to please the Queen when she passed through + Loudun, was taken into her service. You know the hatred that separates her + court from that of the Cardinal; you know that Anne of Austria and + Monsieur de Richelieu have for some time disputed for the King’s + favor, and that, of her two suns, France never knew in the evening which + would rise next morning. During a temporary eclipse of the Cardinal, a + satire appeared, issuing from the planetary system of the Queen; it was + called, ‘La cordonniere de la seine-mere’. Its tone and + language were vulgar; but it contained things so insulting about the birth + and person of the Cardinal that the enemies of the minister took it up and + gave it a publicity which irritated him. It revealed, it is said, many + intrigues and mysteries which he had deemed impenetrable. He read this + anonymous work, and desired to know its author. It was just at this time + that the Capuchins of this town wrote to Father Joseph that a constant + correspondence between Grandier and La Hamon left no doubt in their minds + as to his being the author of this diatribe. It was in vain that he had + previously published religious books, prayers, and meditations, the style + of which alone ought to have absolved him from having put his hand to a + libel written in the language of the marketplace; the Cardinal, long since + prejudiced against Urbain, was determined to fix upon him as the culprit. + He remembered that when he was only prior of Coussay, Grandier disputed + precedence with him and gained it; I fear this achievement of precedence + in life will make poor Grandier precede the Cardinal in death also.” + </p> + <p> + A melancholy smile played upon the lips of the good Abbe as he uttered + this involuntary pun. + </p> + <p> + “What! do you think this matter will go so far as death?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, my son, even to death; they have already taken away all the + documents connected with his former absolution that might have served for + his defence, despite the opposition of his poor mother, who preserved them + as her son’s license to live. Even now they affect to regard a work + against the celibacy of priests, found among his papers, as destined to + propagate schism. It is a culpable production, doubtless, and the love + which dictated it, however pure it may be, is an enormous sin in a man + consecrated to God alone; but this poor priest was far from wishing to + encourage heresy, and it was simply, they say, to appease the remorse of + Mademoiselle de Brou that he composed the work. It was so evident that his + real faults would not suffice to condemn him to death that they have + revived the accusation of sorcery, long since disposed of; but, feigning + to believe this, the Cardinal has established a new tribunal in this town, + and has placed Laubardemont at its head, a sure sign of death. Heaven + grant that you never become acquainted with what the corruption of + governments call coups-d’etat!” + </p> + <p> + At this moment a terrible shriek sounded from beyond the wall of the + courtyard; the Abbe arose in terror, as did Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “It is the cry of a woman,” said the old man. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis heartrending!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars. “What is + it?” he asked his people, who had all rushed out into the courtyard. + </p> + <p> + They answered that they heard nothing further. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said the Abbe, “make no noise.” He + then shut the window, and put his hands before his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, what a cry was that, my son!” he said, with his face of + an ashy paleness—“what a cry! It pierced my very soul; some + calamity has happened. Ah, holy Virgin! it has so agitated me that I can + talk with you no more. Why did I hear it, just as I was speaking to you of + your future career? My dear child, may God bless you! Kneel!” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars did as he was desired, and knew by a kiss upon his head that he + had been blessed by the old man, who then raised him, saying: + </p> + <p> + “Go, my son, the time is advancing; they might find you with me. Go, + leave your people and horses here; wrap yourself in a cloak, and go; I + have much to write ere the hour when darkness shall allow me to depart for + Italy.” + </p> + <p> + They embraced once more, promising to write to each other, and Henri + quitted the house. The Abby, still following him with his eyes from the + window, cried: + </p> + <p> + “Be prudent, whatever may happen,” and sent him with his hands + one more paternal blessing, saying, “Poor child! poor child!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THE TRIAL + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Oh, vendetta di Dio, quanto to dei + Esser temuta da ciascun che legge + Cio, che fu manifesto agli occhi miei.—DANTE. +</pre> + <p> + Notwithstanding the custom of having secret trials, freely countenanced by + Richelieu, the judges of the Cure of Loudun had resolved that the court + should be open to the public; but they soon repented this measure. They + were all interested in the destruction of Urbain Grandier; but they + desired that the indignation of the country should in some degree sanction + the sentence of death they had received orders to pass and to carry into + effect. + </p> + <p> + Laubardemont was a kind of bird of prey, whom the Cardinal always let + loose when he required a prompt and sure agent for his vengeance; and on + this occasion he fully justified the choice that had been made of him. He + committed but one error—that of allowing a public trial, contrary to + the usual custom; his object had been to intimidate and to dismay. He + dismayed, indeed, but he created also a feeling of indignant horror. + </p> + <p> + The throng without the gates had waited there two hours, during which time + the sound of hammers indicated that within the great hall they were + hastily completing their mysterious preparations. At length the archers + laboriously turned upon their hinges the heavy gates opening into the + street, and the crowd eagerly rushed in. The young Cinq-Mars was carried + along with the second enormous wave, and, placed behind a thick column, + stood there, so as to be able to see without being seen. He observed with + vexation that the group of dark-clad citizens was near him; but the great + gates, closing, left the part of the court where the people stood in such + darkness that there was no likelihood of his being recognized. Although it + was only midday, the hall was lighted with torches; but they were nearly + all placed at the farther end, where rose the judges’ bench behind a + long table. The chairs, tables, and steps were all covered with black + cloth, and cast a livid hue over the faces of those near them. A seat + reserved for the prisoner was placed upon the left, and on the crape robe + which covered him flames were represented in gold embroidery to indicate + the nature of the offence. Here sat the accused, surrounded by archers, + with his hands still bound in chains, held by two monks, who, with + simulated terror, affected to start from him at his slightest motion, as + if they held a tiger or enraged wolf, or as if the flames depicted on his + robe could communicate themselves to their clothing. They also carefully + kept his face from being seen in the least degree by the people. + </p> + <p> + The impassible countenance of M. de Laubardemont was there to dominate the + judges of his choice; almost a head taller than any of them, he sat upon a + seat higher than theirs, and each of his glassy and uneasy glances seemed + to convey a command. He wore a long, full scarlet robe, and a black cap + covered his head; he seemed occupied in arranging papers, which he then + passed to the judges. The accusers, all ecclesiastics, sat upon the right + hand of the judges; they wore their albs and stoles. Father Lactantius was + distinguishable among them by his simple Capuchin habit, his tonsure, and + the extreme hardness of his features. In a side gallery sat the Bishop of + Poitiers, hidden from view; other galleries were filled with veiled women. + Below the bench of judges a group of men and women, the dregs of the + populace, stood behind six young Ursuline nuns, who seemed full of disgust + at their proximity; these were the witnesses. + </p> + <p> + The rest of the hall was filled with an enormous crowd, gloomy and silent, + clinging to the arches, the gates, and the beams, and full of a terror + which communicated itself to the judges, for it arose from an interest in + the accused. Numerous archers, armed with long pikes, formed an + appropriate frame for this lugubrious picture. + </p> + <p> + At a sign from the President, the witnesses withdrew through a narrow door + opened for them by an usher. As the Superior of the Ursulines passed M. de + Laubardemont she was heard to say to him, “You have deceived me, + Monsieur.” He remained immovable, and she went on. A profound + silence reigned throughout the whole assembly. + </p> + <p> + Rising with all the gravity he could assume, but still with visible + agitation, one of the judges, named Houmain, judge-Advocate of Orleans, + read a sort of indictment in a voice so low and hoarse that it was + impossible to follow it. He made himself heard only when what he had to + say was intended to impose upon the minds of the people. He divided the + evidence into two classes: one, the depositions of seventy-two witnesses; + the other, more convincing, that resulting from “the exorcisms of + the reverend fathers here present,” said he, crossing himself. + </p> + <p> + Fathers Lactantius, Barre, and Mignon bowed low, repeating the sacred + sign. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my lords,” said Houmain, addressing the judges, “this + bouquet of white roses and this manuscript, signed with the blood of the + magician, a counterpart of the contract he has made with Lucifer, and + which he was obliged to carry about him in order to preserve his power, + have been recognized and brought before you. We read with horror these + words written at the bottom of the parchment: ‘The original is in + hell, in Lucifer’s private cabinet.’” + </p> + <p> + A roar of laughter, which seemed to come from stentorian lungs, was heard + in the throng. The president reddened, and made a sign to the archers, who + in vain endeavored to discover the disturber. The judge-Advocate + continued: + </p> + <p> + “The demons have been forced to declare their names by the mouths of + their victims. Their names and deeds are deposited upon this table. They + are called Astaroth, of the order of Seraphim; Eazas, Celsus, Acaos, + Cedron, Asmodeus, of the order of Thrones; Alex, Zebulon, Cham, Uriel, and + Achas, of the order of Principalities, and so on, for their number is + infinite. For their actions, who among us has not been a witness of them?” + </p> + <p> + A prolonged murmur arose from the gathering, but, upon some halberdiers + advancing, all became silent. + </p> + <p> + “We have seen, with grief, the young and respectable Superior of the + Ursulines tear her bosom with her own hands and grovel in the dust; we + have seen the sisters, Agnes, Claire, and others, deviate from the modesty + of their sex by impassioned gestures and unseemly laughter. When impious + men have inclined to doubt the presence of the demons, and we ourselves + felt our convictions shaken, because they refused to answer to unknown + questions in Greek or Arabic, the reverend fathers have, to establish our + belief, deigned to explain to us that the malignity of evil spirits being + extreme, it was not surprising that they should feign this ignorance in + order that they might be less pressed with questions; and that in their + answers they had committed various solecisms and other grammatical faults + in order to bring contempt upon themselves, so that out of this disdain + the holy doctors might leave them in quiet. Their hatred is so inveterate + that just before performing one of their miraculous feats, they suspended + a rope from a beam in order to involve the reverend personages in a + suspicion of fraud, whereas it has been deposed on oath by credible people + that there never had been a cord in that place. + </p> + <p> + “But, my lords, while Heaven was thus miraculously explaining itself + by the mouths of its holy interpreters, another light has just been thrown + upon us. At the very time the judges were absorbed in profound meditation, + a loud cry was heard near the hall of council; and upon going to the spot, + we found the body of a young lady of high birth. She had just exhaled her + last breath in the public street, in the arms of the reverend Father + Mignon, Canon; and we learned from the said father here present, and from + several other grave personages, that, suspecting the young lady to be + possessed, by reason of the current rumor for some time past of the + admiration Urbain Grandier had for her, an idea of testing it happily + occurred to the Canon, who suddenly said, approaching her, ‘Grandier + has just been put to death,’ whereat she uttered one loud scream and + fell dead, deprived by the demon of the time necessary for giving her the + assistance of our holy Mother, the Catholic Church.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of indignation arose from the crowd, among whom the word “Assassin” + was loudly reechoed; the halberdiers commanded silence with a loud voice, + but it was obtained rather by the judge resuming his address, the general + curiosity triumphing. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, infamy!” he continued, seeking to fortify himself by + exclamations; “upon her person was found this work, written by the + hand of Urbain Grandier,” and he took from among his papers a book + bound in parchment. + </p> + <p> + “Heavens!” cried Urbain from his seat. + </p> + <p> + “Look to your prisoner!” cried the judge to the archers who + surrounded him. + </p> + <p> + “No doubt the demon is about to manifest himself,” said Father + Lactantius, in a sombre voice; “tighten his bonds.” He was + obeyed. + </p> + <p> + The judge-Advocate continued, “Her name was Madeleine de Brou, aged + nineteen.” + </p> + <p> + “O God! this is too much!” cried the accused, as he fell + fainting on the ground. + </p> + <p> + The assembly was deeply agitated; for a moment there was an absolute + tumult. + </p> + <p> + “Poor fellow! he loved her,” said some. + </p> + <p> + “So good a lady!” cried the women. + </p> + <p> + Pity began to predominate. Cold water was thrown upon Grandier, without + his being taken from the court, and he was tied to his seat. The + Judge-Advocate went on: + </p> + <p> + “We are directed to read the beginning of this book to the court,” + and he read as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “‘It is for thee, dear and gentle Madeleine, in order to set at rest + thy troubled conscience, that I have described in this book one + thought of my soul. All those thoughts tend to thee, celestial + creature, because in thee they return to the aim and object of my + whole existence; but the thought I send thee, as ‘twere a flower, + comes from thee, exists only in thee, and returns to thee alone. + + “‘Be not sad because thou lovest me; be not afflicted because I + adore thee. The angels of heaven, what is it that they do? The + souls of the blessed, what is it that is promised them? Are we less + pure than the angels? Are our souls less separated from the earth + than they will be after death? Oh, Madeleine, what is there in us + wherewith the Lord can be displeased? Can it be that we pray + together, that with faces prostrate in the dust before His altars, + we ask for early death to take us while yet youth and love are ours? + Or that, musing together beneath the funereal trees of the + churchyard, we yearned for one grave, smiling at the idea of death, + and weeping at life? Or that, when thou kneelest before me at the + tribunal of penitence, and, speaking in the presence of God, canst + find naught of evil to reveal to me, so wholly have I kept thy soul + in the pure regions of heaven? What, then, could offend our + Creator? Perhaps—yes! perhaps some spirit of heaven may have + envied me my happiness when on Easter morn I saw thee kneeling + before me, purified by long austerities from the slight stain which + original sin had left in thee! Beautiful, indeed, wert thou! Thy + glance sought thy God in heaven, and my trembling hand held His + image to thy pure lips, which human lip had never dared to breathe + upon. Angelic being! I alone participated in the secret of the + Lord, in the one secret of the entire purity of thy soul; I it was + that united thee to thy Creator, who at that moment descended also + into my bosom. Ineffable espousals, of which the Eternal himself + was the priest, you alone were permitted between the virgin and her + pastor! the sole joy of each was to see eternal happiness beginning + for the other, to inhale together the perfumes of heaven, to drink + in already the harmony of the spheres, and to feel assured that our + souls, unveiled to God and to ourselves alone, were worthy together + to adore Him. + + “‘What scruple still weighs upon thy soul, O my sister? Dost thou + think I have offered too high a worship to thy virtue? Fearest thou + so pure an admiration should deter me from that of the Lord?’” + </pre> + <p> + Houmain had reached this point when the door through which the witnesses + had withdrawn suddenly opened. The judges anxiously whispered together. + Laubardemont, uncertain as to the meaning of this, signed to the fathers + to let him know whether this was some scene executed by their orders; but, + seated at some distance from him, and themselves taken by surprise, they + could not make him understand that they had not prepared this + interruption. Besides, ere they could exchange looks, to the amazement of + the assembly, three women, ‘en chemise’, with naked feet, each + with a cord round her neck and a wax taper in her hand, came through the + door and advanced to the middle of the platform. It was the Superior of + the Ursulines, followed by Sisters Agnes and Claire. Both the latter were + weeping; the Superior was very pale, but her bearing was firm, and her + eyes were fixed and tearless. She knelt; her companions followed her + example. Everything was in such confusion that no one thought of checking + them; and in a clear, firm voice she pronounced these words, which + resounded in every corner of the hall: + </p> + <p> + “In the name of the Holy Trinity, I, Jeanne de Belfiel, daughter of + the Baron de Cose, I, the unworthy Superior of the Convent of the + Ursulines of Loudun, ask pardon of God and man for the crime I have + committed in accusing the innocent Urbain Grandier. My possession was + feigned, my words were dictated; remorse overwhelms me.” + </p> + <p> + “Bravo!” cried the spectators, clapping their hands. The + judges arose; the archers, in doubt, looked at the president; he shook in + every limb, but did not change countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Let all be silent,” he said, in a sharp voice; “archers, + do your duty.” + </p> + <p> + This man felt himself supported by so strong a hand that nothing could + affright him—for no thought of Heaven ever visited him. + </p> + <p> + “What think you, my fathers?” said he, making a sign to the + monks. + </p> + <p> + “That the demon seeks to save his friend. Obmutesce, Satanas!” + cried Father Lactantius, in a terrible voice, affecting to exorcise the + Superior. + </p> + <p> + Never did fire applied to gunpowder produce an effect more instantaneous + than did these two words. Jeanne de Belfiel started up in all the beauty + of twenty, which her awful nudity served to augment; she seemed a soul + escaped from hell appearing to, her seducer. With her dark eyes she cast + fierce glances upon the monks; Lactantius lowered his beneath that look. + She took two steps toward him with her bare feet, beneath which the + scaffolding rung, so energetic was her movement; the taper seemed, in her + hand, the sword of the avenging angel. + </p> + <p> + “Silence, impostor!” she cried, with warmth; “the demon + who possessed me was yourself. You deceived me; you said he was not to be + tried. To-day, for the first time, I know that he is to be tried; to-day, + for the first time, I know that he is to be murdered. And I will speak!” + </p> + <p> + “Woman, the demon bewilders thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, rather, that repentance enlightens me. Daughters, miserable as + myself, arise; is he not innocent?” + </p> + <p> + “We swear he is,” said the two young lay sisters, still + kneeling and weeping, for they were not animated with so strong a + resolution as that of the Superior. + </p> + <p> + Agnes, indeed, had hardly uttered these words when turning toward the + people, she cried, “Help me! they will punish me; they will kill me!” + And hurrying away her companion, she drew her into the crowd, who + affectionately received them. A thousand voices swore to protect them. + Imprecations arose; the men struck their staves against the floor; the + officials dared not prevent the people from passing the sisters on from + one to another into the street. + </p> + <p> + During this strange scene the amazed and panic-struck judges whispered; M. + Laubardemont looked at the archers, indicating to them the points they + were especially to watch, among which, more particularly, was that + occupied by the group in black. The accusers looked toward the gallery of + the Bishop of Poitiers, but discovered no expression in his dull + countenance. He was one of those old men of whom death appears to take + possession ten years before all motion entirely ceases in them. His eyes + seemed veiled by a half sleep; his gaping mouth mumbled a few vague and + habitual words of prayer without meaning or application; the entire amount + of intelligence he retained was the ability to distinguish the man who had + most power, and him he obeyed, regardless at what price. He had + accordingly signed the sentence of the doctors of the Sorbonne which + declared the nuns possessed, without even deducing thence the consequence + of the death of Urbain; the rest seemed to him one of those more or less + lengthy ceremonies, to which he paid not the slightest attention—accustomed + as he was to see and live among them, himself an indispensable part and + parcel of them. He therefore gave no sign of life on this occasion, merely + preserving an air at once perfectly noble and expressionless. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Father Lactantius, having had a moment to recover from the + sudden attack made upon him, turned toward the president and said: + </p> + <p> + “Here is a clear proof, sent us by Heaven, of the possession, for + the Superior never before has forgotten the modesty and severity of her + order.” + </p> + <p> + “Would that all the world were here to see me!” said Jeanne de + Belfiel, firm as ever. “I can not be sufficiently humiliated upon + earth, and Heaven will reject me, for I have been your accomplice.” + </p> + <p> + Perspiration appeared upon the forehead of Laubardemont, but he tried to + recover his composure. “What absurd tale is this, Sister; what has + influenced you herein?” + </p> + <p> + The voice of the girl became sepulchral; she collected all her strength, + pressed her hand upon her heart as if she desired to stay its throbbing, + and, looking at Urbain Grandier, answered, “Love.” + </p> + <p> + A shudder ran through the assembly. Urbain, who since he had fainted had + remained with his head hanging down as if dead, slowly raised his eyes + toward her, and returned entirely to life only to undergo a fresh sorrow. + The young penitent continued: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the love which he rejected, which he never fully knew, which I + have breathed in his discourses, which my eyes drew in from his celestial + countenance, which his very counsels against it have increased. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Urbain is pure as an angel, but good as a man who has loved. I + knew not that he had loved! It is you,” she said more energetically, + pointing to Lactantius, Barre, and Mignon, and changing her passionate + accents for those of indignation—“it is you who told me that + he loved; you, who this morning have too cruelly avenged me by killing my + rival with a word. Alas, I only sought to separate them! It was a crime; + but, by my mother, I am an Italian! I burned with love, with jealousy; you + allowed me to see Urbain, to have him as a friend, to see him daily.” + She was silent for a moment, then exclaimed, “People, he is + innocent! Martyr, pardon me, I embrace thy feet!” + </p> + <p> + She prostrated herself before Urbain and burst into a torrent of tears. + </p> + <p> + Urbain raised his closely bound hands, and giving her his benediction, + said, gently: + </p> + <p> + “Go, Sister; I pardon thee in the name of Him whom I shall soon see. + I have before said to you, and you now see, that the passions work much + evil, unless we seek to turn them toward heaven.” + </p> + <p> + The blood rose a second time to Laubardemont’s forehead. “Miscreant!” + he exclaimed, “darest thou pronounce the words of the Church?” + </p> + <p> + “I have not quitted her bosom,” said Urbain. + </p> + <p> + “Remove the girl,” said the President. + </p> + <p> + When the archers went to obey, they found that she had tightened the cord + round her neck with such force that she was of a livid hue and almost + lifeless. Fear had driven all the women from the assembly; many had been + carried out fainting, but the hall was no less crowded. The ranks + thickened, for the men out of the streets poured in. + </p> + <p> + The judges arose in terror, and the president attempted to have the hall + cleared; but the people, putting on their hats, stood in alarming + immobility. The archers were not numerous enough to repel them. It became + necessary to yield; and accordingly Laubardemont in an agitated voice + announced that the council would retire for half an hour. He broke up the + sitting; the people remained gloomily, each man fixed firmly to his place. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK 2. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. THE MARTYRDOM + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘La torture interroge, et la douleur repond.’ + RAYNOURARD, Les Templiers. +</pre> + <p> + The continuous interest of this half-trial, its preparations, its + interruptions, all had held the minds of the people in such attention that + no private conversations had taken place. Some irrepressible cries had + been uttered, but simultaneously, so that no man could accuse his + neighbor. But when the people were left to themselves, there was an + explosion of clamorous sentences. + </p> + <p> + There was at this period enough of primitive simplicity among the lower + classes for them to be persuaded by the mysterious tales of the political + agents who were deluding them; so that a large portion of the throng in + the hall of trial, not venturing to change their judgment, though upon the + manifest evidence just given them, awaited in painful suspense the return + of the judges, interchanging with an air of mystery and inane importance + the usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions. + </p> + <p> + “One does not know what to think, Monsieur?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, Madame, most extraordinary things have happened.” + </p> + <p> + “We live in strange times!” + </p> + <p> + “I suspected this; but, i’ faith, it is not wise to say what + one thinks.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall see what we shall see,” and so on—the + unmeaning chatter of the crowd, which merely serves to show that it is at + the command of the first who chooses to sway it. Stronger words were heard + from the group in black. + </p> + <p> + “What! shall we let them do as they please, in this manner? What! + dare to burn our letter to the King!” + </p> + <p> + “If the King knew it!” + </p> + <p> + “The barbarian impostors! how skilfully is their plot contrived! + What! shall murder be committed under our very eyes? Shall we be afraid of + these archers?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, no!” rang out in trumpet-like tones. + </p> + <p> + Attention was turned toward the young advocate, who, standing on a branch, + began tearing to pieces a roll of paper; then he cried: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I tear and scatter to the winds the defence I had prepared for + the accused. They have suppressed discussion; I am not allowed to speak + for him. I can only speak to you, people; I rejoice that I can do so. You + heard these infamous judges. Which of them can hear the truth? Which of + them is worthy to listen to an honest man? Which of them will dare to meet + his gaze? But what do I say? They all know the truth. They carry it in + their guilty breasts; it stings their hearts like a serpent. They tremble + in their lair, where doubtless they are devouring their victim; they + tremble because they have heard the cries of three deluded women. What was + I about to do? I was about to speak in behalf of Urbain Grandier! But what + eloquence could equal that of those unfortunates? What words could better + have shown you his innocence? Heaven has taken up arms for him in bringing + them to repentance and to devotion; Heaven will finish its work—” + </p> + <p> + “Vade retro, Satanas,” was heard through a high window in the + hall. + </p> + <p> + Fournier stopped for a moment, then said: + </p> + <p> + “You hear these voices parodying the divine language? If I mistake + not, these instruments of an infernal power are, by this song, preparing + some new spell.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” cried those who surrounded him, “what shall we + do? What have they done with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Remain here; be immovable, be silent,” replied the young + advocate. “The inertia of a people is all-powerful; that is its true + wisdom, that its strength. Observe them closely, and in silence; and you + will make them tremble.” + </p> + <p> + “They surely will not dare to appear here again,” said the + Comte du Lude. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to look once more at the tall scoundrel in red,” + said Grand-Ferre, who had lost nothing of what had occurred. + </p> + <p> + “And that good gentleman, the Cure,” murmured old Father + Guillaume Leroux, looking at all his indignant parishioners, who were + talking together in a low tone, measuring and counting the archers, + ridiculing their dress, and beginning to point them out to the observation + of the other spectators. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, still leaning against the pillar behind which he had first + placed himself, still wrapped in his black cloak, eagerly watched all that + passed, lost not a word of what was said, and filled his heart with hate + and bitterness. Violent desires for slaughter and revenge, a vague desire + to strike, took possession of him, despite himself; this is the first + impression which evil produces on the soul of a young man. Later, sadness + takes the place of fury, then indifference and scorn, later still, a + calculating admiration for great villains who have been successful; but + this is only when, of the two elements which constitute man, earth + triumphs over spirit. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, on the right of the hall near the judges’ platform, a + group of women were watching attentively a child about eight years old, + who had taken it into his head to climb up to a cornice by the aid of his + sister Martine, whom we have seen the subject of jest with the young + soldier, Grand-Ferre. The child, having nothing to look at after the court + had left the hall, had climbed to a small window which admitted a faint + light, and which he imagined to contain a swallow’s nest or some + other treasure for a boy; but after he was well established on the + cornice, his hands grasping the bars of an old shrine of Jerome, he wished + himself anywhere else, and cried out: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, sister, sister, lend me your hand to get down!” + </p> + <p> + “What do you see there?” asked Martine. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I dare not tell; but I want to get down,” and he began to + cry. + </p> + <p> + “Stay there, my child; stay there!” said all the women. + “Don’t be afraid; tell us all that you see.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, they’ve put the Cure between two great boards + that squeeze his legs, and there are cords round the boards.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that is the rack,” said one of the townsmen. “Look + again, my little friend, what do you see now?” + </p> + <p> + The child, more confident, looked again through the window, and then, + withdrawing his head, said: + </p> + <p> + “I can not see the Cure now, because all the judges stand round him, + and are looking at him, and their great robes prevent me from seeing. + There are also some Capuchins, stooping down to whisper to him.” + </p> + <p> + Curiosity attracted more people to the boy’s perch; every one was + silent, waiting anxiously to catch his words, as if their lives depended + on them. + </p> + <p> + “I see,” he went on, “the executioner driving four + little pieces of wood between the cords, after the Capuchins have blessed + the hammer and nails. Ah, heavens! Sister, how enraged they seem with him, + because he will not speak. Mother! mother! give me your hand, I want to + come down!” + </p> + <p> + Instead of his mother, the child, upon turning round, saw only men’s + faces, looking up at him with a mournful eagerness, and signing him to go + on. He dared not descend, and looked again through the window, trembling. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I see Father Lactantius and Father Barre themselves forcing in + more pieces of wood, which squeeze his legs. Oh, how pale he is! he seems + praying. There, his head falls back, as if he were dying! Oh, take me + away!” + </p> + <p> + And he fell into the arms of the young Advocate, of M. du Lude, and of + Cinq-Mars, who had come to support him. + </p> + <p> + “Deus stetit in synagoga deorum: in medio autem Deus dijudicat—” + chanted strong, nasal voices, issuing from the small window, which + continued in full chorus one of the psalms, interrupted by blows of the + hammer—an infernal deed beating time to celestial songs. One might + have supposed himself near a smithy, except that the blows were dull, and + manifested to the ear that the anvil was a man’s body. + </p> + <p> + “Silence!” said Fournier, “He speaks. The chanting and + the blows stop.” + </p> + <p> + A weak voice within said, with difficulty, “Oh, my fathers, mitigate + the rigor of your torments, for you will reduce my soul to despair, and I + might seek to destroy myself!” + </p> + <p> + At this the fury of the people burst forth like an explosion, echoing + along the vaulted roofs; the men sprang fiercely upon the platform, thrust + aside the surprised and hesitating archers; the unarmed crowd drove them + back, pressed them, almost suffocated them against the walls, and held + them fast, then dashed against the doors which led to the torture chamber, + and, making them shake beneath their blows, threatened to drive them in; + imprecations resounded from a thousand menacing voices and terrified the + judges within. + </p> + <p> + “They are gone; they have taken him away!” cried a man who had + climbed to the little window. + </p> + <p> + The multitude at once stopped short, and changing the direction of their + steps, fled from this detestable place and spread rapidly through the + streets, where an extraordinary confusion prevailed. + </p> + <p> + Night had come on during the long sitting, and the rain was pouring in + torrents. The darkness was terrifying. The cries of women slipping on the + pavement or driven back by the horses of the guards; the shouts of the + furious men; the ceaseless tolling of the bells which had been keeping + time with the strokes of the question; the roll of distant thunder—all + combined to increase the disorder. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [Torture (‘Question’) was regulated in scrupulous detail by Holy + Mother The Church: The ordinary question was regulated for minor + infractions and used for interrogating women and children. For more + serious crimes the suspect (and sometimes the witnesses) were put to + the extraordinary question by the officiating priests. D.W.] +</pre> + <p> + If the ear was astonished, the eyes were no less so. A few dismal torches + lighted up the corners of the streets; their flickering gleams showed + soldiers, armed and mounted, dashing along, regardless of the crowd, to + assemble in the Place de St. Pierre; tiles were sometimes thrown at them + on their way, but, missing the distant culprit, fell upon some unoffending + neighbor. The confusion was bewildering, and became still more so, when, + hurrying through all the streets toward the Place de St. Pierre, the + people found it barricaded on all sides, and filled with mounted guards + and archers. Carts, fastened to the posts at each corner, closed each + entrance, and sentinels, armed with arquebuses, were stationed close to + the carts. In the centre of the Place rose a pile composed of enormous + beams placed crosswise upon one another, so as to form a perfect square; + these were covered with a whiter and lighter wood; an enormous stake arose + from the centre of the scaffold. A man clothed in red and holding a + lowered torch stood near this sort of mast, which was visible from a long + distance. A huge chafing-dish, covered on account of the rain, was at his + feet. + </p> + <p> + At this spectacle, terror inspired everywhere a profound silence; for an + instant nothing was heard but the sound of the rain, which fell in floods, + and of the thunder, which came nearer and nearer. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Cinq-Mars, accompanied by MM. du Lude and Fournier and all the + more important personages of the town, had sought refuge from the storm + under the peristyle of the church of Ste.-Croix, raised upon twenty stone + steps. The pile was in front, and from this height they could see the + whole of the square. The centre was entirely clear, large streams of water + alone traversed it; but all the windows of the houses were gradually + lighted up, and showed the heads of the men and women who thronged them. + </p> + <p> + The young D’Effiat sorrowfully contemplated this menacing + preparation. Brought up in sentiments of honor, and far removed from the + black thoughts which hatred and ambition arouse in the heart of man, he + could not conceive that such wrong could be done without some powerful and + secret motive. The audacity of such a condemnation seemed to him so + enormous that its very cruelty began to justify it in his eyes; a secret + horror crept into his soul, the same that silenced the people. He almost + forgot the interest with which the unhappy Urbain had inspired him, in + thinking whether it were not possible that some secret correspondence with + the infernal powers had justly provoked such excessive severity; and the + public revelations of the nuns, and the statement of his respected tutor, + faded from his memory, so powerful is success, even in the eyes of + superior men! so strongly does force impose upon men, despite the voice of + conscience! + </p> + <p> + The young traveller was asking himself whether it were not probable that + the torture had forced some monstrous confession from the accused, when + the obscurity which surrounded the church suddenly ceased. Its two great + doors were thrown open; and by the light of an infinite number of + flambeaux, appeared all the judges and ecclesiastics, surrounded by + guards. Among them was Urbain, supported, or rather carried, by six men + clothed as Black Penitents—for his limbs, bound with bandages + saturated with blood, seemed broken and incapable of supporting him. It + was at most two hours since Cinq-Mars had seen him, and yet he could + hardly recognize the face he had so closely observed at the trial. All + color, all roundness of form had disappeared from it; a livid pallor + covered a skin yellow and shining like ivory; the blood seemed to have + left his veins; all the life that remained within him shone from his dark + eyes, which appeared to have grown twice as large as before, as he looked + languidly around him; his long, chestnut hair hung loosely down his neck + and over a white shirt, which entirely covered him—or rather a sort + of robe with large sleeves, and of a yellowish tint, with an odor of + sulphur about it; a long, thick cord encircled his neck and fell upon his + breast. He looked like an apparition; but it was the apparition of a + martyr. + </p> + <p> + Urbain stopped, or, rather, was set down upon the peristyle of the church; + the Capuchin Lactantius placed a lighted torch in his right hand, and held + it there, as he said to him, with his hard inflexibility: + </p> + <p> + “Do penance, and ask pardon of God for thy crime of magic.” + </p> + <p> + The unhappy man raised his voice with great difficulty, and with his eyes + to heaven said: + </p> + <p> + “In the name of the living God, I cite thee, Laubardemont, false + judge, to appear before Him in three years. They have taken away my + confessor, and I have been fain to pour out my sins into the bosom of God + Himself, for my enemies surround me. I call that God of mercy to witness I + never have dealt in magic. I have known no mysteries but those of the + Catholic religion, apostolic and Roman, in which I die; I have sinned much + against myself, but never against God and our Lord—” + </p> + <p> + “Cease!” cried the Capuchin, affecting to close his mouth ere + he could pronounce the name of the Saviour. “Obdurate wretch, return + to the demon who sent thee!” + </p> + <p> + He signed to four priests, who, approaching with sprinklers in their + hands, exorcised with holy water the air the magician breathed, the earth + he touched, the wood that was to burn him. During this ceremony, the + judge-Advocate hastily read the decree, dated the 18th of August, 1639, + declaring Urbain Grandier duly attainted and convicted of the crime of + sorcery, witchcraft, and possession, in the persons of sundry Ursuline + nuns of Loudun, and others, laymen, etc. + </p> + <p> + The reader, dazzled by a flash of lightning, stopped for an instant, and, + turning to M. de Laubardemont, asked whether, considering the awful + weather, the execution could not be deferred till the next day. + </p> + <p> + “The decree,” coldly answered Laubardemont, “commands + execution within twenty-four hours. Fear not the incredulous people; they + will soon be convinced.” + </p> + <p> + All the most important persons of the town and many strangers were under + the peristyle, and now advanced, Cinq-Mars among them. + </p> + <p> + “The magician never has been able to pronounce the name of the + Saviour, and repels his image.” + </p> + <p> + Lactantius at this moment issued from the midst of the Penitents, with an + enormous iron crucifix in his hand, which he seemed to hold with + precaution and respect; he extended it to the lips of the sufferer, who + indeed threw back his head, and collecting all his strength, made a + gesture with his arm, which threw the cross from the hands of the + Capuchin. + </p> + <p> + “You see,” cried the latter, “he has thrown down the + cross!” + </p> + <p> + A murmur arose, the meaning of which was doubtful. + </p> + <p> + “Profanation!” cried the priests. + </p> + <p> + The procession moved toward the pile. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Cinq-Mars, gliding behind a pillar, had eagerly watched all + that passed; he saw with astonishment that the cross, in falling upon the + steps, which were more exposed to the rain than the platform, smoked and + made a noise like molten lead when thrown into water. While the public + attention was elsewhere engaged, he advanced and touched it lightly with + his bare hand, which was immediately scorched. Seized with indignation, + with all the fury of a true heart, he took up the cross with the folds of + his cloak, stepped up to Laubardemont, and, striking him with it on the + forehead, cried: + </p> + <p> + “Villain, I brand thee with the mark of this red-hot iron!” + </p> + <p> + The crowd heard these words and rushed forward. + </p> + <p> + “Arrest this madman!” cried the unworthy magistrate. + </p> + <p> + He was himself seized by the hands of men who cried, “Justice! + justice, in the name of the King!” + </p> + <p> + “We are lost!” said Lactantius; “to the pile, to the + pile!” + </p> + <p> + The Penitents dragged Urbain toward the Place, while the judges and + archers reentered the church, struggling with the furious citizens; the + executioner, having no time to tie up the victim, hastened to lay him on + the wood, and to set fire to it. But the rain still fell in torrents, and + each piece of wood had no sooner caught the flame than it became + extinguished. In vain did Lactantius and the other canons themselves seek + to stir up the fire; nothing could overcome the water which fell from + heaven. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the tumult which had begun in the peristyle of the church + extended throughout the square. The cry of “Justice!” was + repeated and circulated, with the information of what had been discovered; + two barricades were forced, and despite three volleys of musketry, the + archers were gradually driven back toward the centre of the square. In + vain they spurred their horses against the crowd; it overwhelmed them with + its swelling waves. Half an hour passed in this struggle, the guards still + receding toward the pile, which they concealed as they pressed closer upon + it. + </p> + <p> + “On! on!” cried a man; “we will deliver him; do not + strike the soldiers, but let them fall back. See, Heaven will not permit + him to die! The fire is out; now, friend, one effort more! That is well! + Throw down that horse! Forward! On!” + </p> + <p> + The guard was broken and dispersed on all sides. The crowd rushed to the + pile, but no more light was there: all had disappeared, even the + executioner. They tore up and threw aside the beams; one of them was still + burning, and its light showed under a mass of ashes and ensanguined mire a + blackened hand, preserved from the fire by a large iron bracelet and + chain. A woman had the courage to open it; the fingers clasped a small + ivory cross and an image of St. Magdalen. + </p> + <p> + “These are his remains,” she said, weeping. + </p> + <p> + “Say, the relics of a martyr!” exclaimed a citizen, baring his + head. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. THE DREAM + </h2> + <p> + Meanwhile, Cinq-Mars, amid the excitement which his outbreak had provoked, + felt his left arm seized by a hand as hard as iron, which, drawing him + from the crowd to the foot of the steps, pushed him behind the wall of the + church, and he then saw the dark face of old Grandchamp, who said to him + in a sharp voice: + </p> + <p> + “Sir, your attack upon thirty musketeers in a wood at Chaumont was + nothing, because we were near you, though you knew it not, and, moreover, + you had to do with men of honor; but here ‘tis different. Your + horses and people are at the end of the street; I request you to mount and + leave the town, or to send me back to Madame la Marechale, for I am + responsible for your limbs, which you expose so freely.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars was somewhat astonished at this rough mode of having a service + done him, was not sorry to extricate himself thus from the affair, having + had time to reflect how very awkward it might be for him to be recognized, + after striking the head of the judicial authority, the agent of the very + Cardinal who was to present him to the King. He observed also that around + him was assembled a crowd of the lowest class of people, among whom he + blushed to find himself. He therefore followed his old domestic without + argument, and found the other three servants waiting for him. Despite the + rain and wind he mounted, and was soon upon the highroad with his escort, + having put his horse to a gallop to avoid pursuit. + </p> + <p> + He had, however, hardly left Loudun when the sandy road, furrowed by deep + ruts completely filled with water, obliged him to slacken his pace. The + rain continued to fall heavily, and his cloak was almost saturated. He + felt a thicker one thrown over his shoulders; it was his old valet, who + had approached him, and thus exhibited toward him a maternal solicitude. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Grandchamp,” said Cinq-Mars, “now that we are + clear of the riot, tell me how you came to be there when I had ordered you + to remain at the Abbe’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Parbleu, Monsieur!” answered the old servant, in a grumbling + tone, “do you suppose that I should obey you any more than I did + Monsieur le Marechal? When my late master, after telling me to remain in + his tent, found me behind him in the cannon’s smoke, he made no + complaint, because he had a fresh horse ready when his own was killed, and + he only scolded me for a moment in his thoughts; but, truly, during the + forty years I served him, I never saw him act as you have in the fortnight + I have been with you. Ah!” he added with a sigh, “things are + going strangely; and if we continue thus, there’s no knowing what + will be the end of it.” + </p> + <p> + “But knowest thou, Grandchamp, that these scoundrels had made the + crucifix red hot?—a thing at which no honest man would have been + less enraged than I.” + </p> + <p> + “Except Monsieur le Marechal, your father, who would not have done + at all what you have done, Monsieur.” + </p> + <p> + “What, then, would he have done?” + </p> + <p> + “He would very quietly have let this cure be burned by the other + cures, and would have said to me, ‘Grandchamp, see that my horses + have oats, and let no one steal them’; or, ‘Grandchamp, take + care that the rain does not rust my sword or wet the priming of my pistols’; + for Monsieur le Marechal thought of everything, and never interfered in + what did not concern him. That was his great principle; and as he was, + thank Heaven, alike good soldier and good general, he was always as + careful of his arms as a recruit, and would not have stood up against + thirty young gallants with a dress rapier.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars felt the force of the worthy servitor’s epigrammatic + scolding, and feared that he had followed him beyond the wood of Chaumont; + but he would not ask, lest he should have to give explanations or to tell + a falsehood or to command silence, which would at once have been taking + him into confidence on the subject. As the only alternative, he spurred + his horse and rode ahead of his old domestic; but the latter had not yet + had his say, and instead of keeping behind his master, he rode up to his + left and continued the conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Do you suppose, Monsieur, that I should allow you to go where you + please? No, Monsieur, I am too deeply impressed with the respect I owe to + Madame la Marquise, to give her an opportunity of saying to me: ‘Grandchamp, + my son has been killed with a shot or with a sword; why were you not + before him?’ Or, ‘He has received a stab from the stiletto of + an Italian, because he went at night beneath the window of a great + princess; why did you not seize the assassin?’ This would be very + disagreeable to me, Monsieur, for I never have been reproached with + anything of the kind. Once Monsieur le Marechal lent me to his nephew, + Monsieur le Comte, to make a campaign in the Netherlands, because I know + Spanish. I fulfilled the duty with honor, as I always do. When Monsieur le + Comte received a bullet in his heart, I myself brought back his horses, + his mules, his tent, and all his equipment, without so much as a + pocket-handkerchief being missed; and I can assure you that the horses + were as well dressed and harnessed when we reentered Chaumont as if + Monsieur le Comte had been about to go a-hunting. And, accordingly, I + received nothing but compliments and agreeable things from the whole + family, just in the way I like.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, my friend,” said Henri d’Effiat, “I + may some day, perhaps, have these horses to take back; but in the mean + time take this great purse of gold, which I have well-nigh lost two or + three times, and thou shalt pay for me everywhere. The money wearies me.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Marechal did not so, Monsieur. He had been + superintendent of finances, and he counted every farthing he paid out of + his own hand. I do not think your estates would have been in such good + condition, or that you would have had so much money to count yourself, had + he done otherwise; have the goodness, therefore, to keep your purse, whose + contents, I dare swear, you do not know.” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, not I.” + </p> + <p> + Grandchamp sent forth a profound sigh at his master’s disdainful + exclamation. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Monsieur le Marquis! Monsieur le Marquis! When I think that the + great King Henri, before my eyes, put his chamois gloves into his pocket + to keep the rain from spoiling them; when I think that Monsieur de Rosni + refused him money when he had spent too much; when I think—” + </p> + <p> + “When thou dost think, thou art egregiously tedious, my old friend,” + interrupted his master; “and thou wilt do better in telling me what + that black figure is that I think I see walking in the mire behind us.” + </p> + <p> + “It looks like some poor peasant woman who, perhaps, wants alms of + us. She can easily follow us, for we do not go at much of a pace in this + sand, wherein our horses sink up to the hams. We shall go to the Landes + perhaps some day, Monsieur, and you will see a country all the same as + this sandy road, and great, black firs all the way along. It looks like a + churchyard; this is an exact specimen of it. Look, the rain has ceased, + and we can see a little ahead; there is nothing but furze-bushes on this + great plain, without a village or a house. I don’t know where we can + pass the night; but if you will take my advice, you will let us cut some + boughs and bivouac where we are. You shall see how, with a little earth, I + can make a hut as warm as a bed.” + </p> + <p> + “I would rather go on to the light I see in the horizon,” said + Cinq-Mars; “for I fancy I feel rather feverish, and I am thirsty. + But fall back, I would ride alone; rejoin the others and follow.” + </p> + <p> + Grandchamp obeyed; he consoled himself by giving Germain, Louis, and + Etienne lessons in the art of reconnoitring a country by night. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, his young master was overcome with fatigue. The violent + emotions of the day had profoundly affected his mind; and the long journey + on horseback, the last two days passed almost without nourishment, owing + to the hurried pressure of events, the heat of the sun by day, the icy + coldness of the night, all contributed to increase his indisposition and + to weary his delicate frame. For three hours he rode in silence before his + people, yet the light he had seen in the horizon seemed no nearer; at last + he ceased to follow it with his eyes, and his head, feeling heavier and + heavier, sank upon his breast. He gave the reins to his tired horse, which + of its own accord followed the high-road, and, crossing his arms, allowed + himself to be rocked by the monotonous motion of his fellow-traveller, + which frequently stumbled against the large stones that strewed the road. + The rain had ceased, as had the voices of his domestics, whose horses + followed in the track of their master’s. The young man abandoned + himself to the bitterness of his thoughts; he asked himself whether the + bright object of his hopes would not flee from him day by day, as that + phosphoric light fled from him in the horizon, step by step. Was it + probable that the young Princess, almost forcibly recalled to the gallant + court of Anne of Austria, would always refuse the hands, perhaps royal + ones, that would be offered to her? What chance that she would resign + herself to renounce a present throne, in order to wait till some caprice + of fortune should realize romantic hopes, or take a youth almost in the + lowest rank of the army and lift him to the elevation she spoke of, till + the age of love should be passed? How could he be certain that even the + vows of Marie de Gonzaga were sincere? + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” he said, “perhaps she has blinded herself as to + her own sentiments; the solitude of the country had prepared her soul to + receive deep impressions. I came; she thought I was he of whom she had + dreamed. Our age and my love did the rest. But when at court, she, the + companion of the Queen, has learned to contemplate from an exalted + position the greatness to which I aspire, and which I as yet see only from + a very humble distance; when she shall suddenly find herself in actual + possession of the future she aims at, and measures with a more correct eye + the long road I have to travel; when she shall hear around her vows like + mine, pronounced by lips which could undo me with a word, with a word + destroy him whom she awaits as her husband, her lord—oh, madman that + I have been!—she will see all her folly, and will be incensed at + mine.” + </p> + <p> + Thus did doubt, the greatest misery of love, begin to torture his unhappy + heart; he felt his hot blood rush to his head and oppress it. Ever and + anon he fell forward upon the neck of his horse, and a half sleep weighed + down his eyes; the dark firs that bordered the road seemed to him gigantic + corpses travelling beside him. He saw, or thought he saw, the same woman + clothed in black, whom he had pointed out to Grandchamp, approach so near + as to touch his horse’s mane, pull his cloak, and then run off with + a jeering laugh; the sand of the road seemed to him a river running + beneath him, with opposing current, back toward its source. This strange + sight dazzled his worn eyes; he closed them and fell asleep on his horse. + </p> + <p> + Presently, he felt himself stopped, but he was numbed with cold and could + not move. He saw peasants, lights, a house, a great room into which they + carried him, a wide bed, whose heavy curtains were closed by Grandchamp; + and he fell asleep again, stunned by the fever that whirred in his ears. + </p> + <p> + Dreams that followed one another more rapidly than grains of sand before + the wind rushed through his brain; he could not catch them, and moved + restlessly on his bed. Urbain Grandier on the rack, his mother in tears, + his tutor armed, Bassompierre loaded with chains, passed before him, + making signs of farewell; at last, as he slept, he instinctively put his + hand to his head to stay the passing dream, which then seemed to unfold + itself before his eyes like pictures in shifting sands. + </p> + <p> + He saw a public square crowded with a foreign people, a northern people, + who uttered cries of joy, but they were savage cries; there was a line of + guards, ferocious soldiers—these were Frenchmen. “Come with + me,” said the soft voice of Marie de Gonzaga, who took his hand. + “See, I wear a diadem; here is thy throne, come with me.” And + she hurried him on, the people still shouting. He went on, a long way. + “Why are you sad, if you are a queen?” he said, trembling. But + she was pale, and smiled and spoke not. She ascended, step after step, up + to a throne, and seated herself. “Mount!” said she, forcibly + pulling his hand. But, at every movement, the massive stairs crumbled + beneath his feet, so that he could not ascend. “Give thanks to love,” + she continued; and her hand, now more powerful, raised him to the throne. + The people still shouted. He bowed low to kiss that helping hand, that + adored hand; it was the hand of the executioner! + </p> + <p> + “Oh, heavens!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars, as, heaving a deep sigh, + he opened his eyes. A flickering lamp lighted the ruinous chamber of the + inn; he again closed his eyes, for he had seen, seated on his bed, a + woman, a nun, young and beautiful! He thought he was still dreaming, but + she grasped his hand firmly. He opened his burning eyes, and fixed them + upon her. + </p> + <p> + “Is it you, Jeannede Belfiel? The rain has drenched your veil and + your black hair! Why are you here, unhappy woman?” + </p> + <p> + “Hark! awake not my Urbain; he sleeps there in the next room. Ay, my + hair is indeed wet, and my feet—see, my feet that were once so + white, see how the mud has soiled them. But I have made a vow—I will + not wash them till I have seen the King, and until he has granted me + Urbain’s pardon. I am going to the army to find him; I will speak to + him as Grandier taught me to speak, and he will pardon him. And listen, I + will also ask thy pardon, for I read it in thy face that thou, too, art + condemned to death. Poor youth! thou art too young to die, thy curling + hair is beautiful; but yet thou art condemned, for thou hast on thy brow a + line that never deceives. The man thou hast struck will kill thee. Thou + hast made too much use of the cross; it is that which will bring evil upon + thee. Thou hast struck with it, and thou wearest it round thy neck by a + hair chain. Nay, hide not thy face; have I said aught to afflict thee, or + is it that thou lovest, young man? Ah, reassure thyself, I will not tell + all this to thy love. I am mad, but I am gentle, very gentle; and three + days ago I was beautiful. Is she also beautiful? Ah! she will weep some + day! Yet, if she can weep, she will be happy!” + </p> + <p> + And then suddenly Jeanne began to recite the service for the dead in a + monotonous voice, but with incredible rapidity, still seated on the bed, + and turning the beads of a long rosary. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the door opened; she looked up, and fled through another door in + the partition. + </p> + <p> + “What the devil’s that-an imp or an angel, saying the funeral + service over you, and you under the clothes, as if you were in a shroud?” + </p> + <p> + This abrupt exclamation came from the rough voice of Grandchamp, who was + so astonished at what he had seen that he dropped the glass of lemonade he + was bringing in. Finding that his master did not answer, he became still + more alarmed, and raised the bedclothes. Cinq-Mars’s face was + crimson, and he seemed asleep, but his old domestic saw that the blood + rushing to his head had almost suffocated him; and, seizing a jug full of + cold water, he dashed the whole of it in his face. This military remedy + rarely fails to effect its purpose, and Cinq-Mars returned to himself with + a start. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! it is thou, Grandchamp; what frightful dreams I have had!” + </p> + <p> + “Peste! Monsieur le Marquis, your dreams, on the contrary, are very + pretty ones. I saw the tail of the last as I came in; your choice is not + bad.” + </p> + <p> + “What dost mean, blockhead?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, not a blockhead, Monsieur; I have good eyes, and I have seen + what I have seen. But, really ill as you are, Monsieur le Marechal would + never—” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art utterly doting, my friend; give me some drink, I am + parched with thirst. Oh, heavens! what a night! I still see all those + women.” + </p> + <p> + “All those women, Monsieur? Why, how many are here?” + </p> + <p> + “I am speaking to thee of a dream, blockhead. Why standest there + like a post, instead of giving me some drink?” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, Monsieur; I will get more lemonade.” And going to the + door, he called over the staircase, “Germain! Etienne! Louis!” + </p> + <p> + The innkeeper answered from below: “Coming, Monsieur, coming; they + have been helping me to catch the madwoman.” + </p> + <p> + “What mad-woman?” said Cinq-Mars, rising in bed. + </p> + <p> + The host entered, and, taking off his cotton cap, said, respectfully: + “Oh, nothing, Monsieur le Marquis, only a madwoman that came here + last night on foot, and whom we put in the next room; but she has escaped, + and we have not been able to catch her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars, returning to himself and putting + his hand to his eyes, “it was not a dream, then. And my mother, + where is she? and the Marechal, and—Ah! and yet it is but a fearful + dream! Leave me.” + </p> + <p> + As he said this, he turned toward the wall, and again pulled the clothes + over his head. + </p> + <p> + The innkeeper, in amazement, touched his forehead three times with his + finger, looking at Grandchamp as if to ask him whether his master were + also mad. + </p> + <p> + Grandchamp motioned him away in silence, and in order to watch the rest of + the night by the side of Cinq-Mars, who was in a deep sleep, he seated + himself in a large armchair, covered with tapestry, and began to squeeze + lemons into a glass of water with an air as grave and severe as Archimedes + calculating the condensing power of his mirrors. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE CABINET + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Men have rarely the courage to be wholly good or wholly bad. + MACHIAVELLI. +</pre> + <p> + Let us leave our young traveller sleeping; he will soon pursue a long and + beautiful route. Since we are at liberty to turn to all points of the map, + we will fix our eyes upon the city of Narbonne. + </p> + <p> + Behold the Mediterranean, not far distant, washing with its blue waters + the sandy shores. Penetrate into that city resembling Athens; and to find + him who reigns there, follow that dark and irregular street, mount the + steps of the old archiepiscopal palace, and enter the first and largest of + its apartments. + </p> + <p> + This was a very long salon, lighted by a series of high lancet windows, of + which the upper part only retained the blue, yellow, and red panes that + shed a mysterious light through the apartment. A large round table + occupied its entire breadth, near the great fireplace; around this table, + covered with a colored cloth and scattered with papers and portfolios, + were seated, bending over their pens, eight secretaries copying letters + which were handed to them from a smaller table. Other men quietly arranged + the completed papers in the shelves of a bookcase, partly filled with + books bound in black. + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding the number of persons assembled in the room, one might + have heard the movements of the wings of a fly. The only interruption to + the silence was the sound of pens rapidly gliding over paper, and a shrill + voice dictating, stopping every now and then to cough. This voice + proceeded from a great armchair placed beside the fire, which was blazing, + notwithstanding the heat of the season and of the country. It was one of + those armchairs that you still see in old castles, and which seem made to + read one’s self to sleep in, so easy is every part of it. The sitter + sinks into a circular cushion of down; if the head leans back, the cheeks + rest upon pillows covered with silk, and the seat juts out so far beyond + the elbows that one may believe the provident upholsterers of our + forefathers sought to provide that the book should make no noise in + falling so as to awaken the sleeper. + </p> + <p> + But we will quit this digression, and speak of the man who occupied the + chair, and who was very far from sleeping. He had a broad forehead, + bordered with thin white hair, large, mild eyes, a wan face, to which a + small, pointed, white beard gave that air of subtlety and finesse + noticeable in all the portraits of the period of Louis XIII. His mouth was + almost without lips, which Lavater deems an indubitable sign of an evil + mind, and it was framed in a pair of slight gray moustaches and a ‘royale’—an + ornament then in fashion, which somewhat resembled a comma in form. The + old man wore a close red cap, a large ‘robe-dechambre’, and + purple silk stockings; he was no less a personage than Armand Duplessis, + Cardinal de Richelieu. + </p> + <p> + Near him, around the small table, sat four youths from fifteen to twenty + years of age; these were pages, or domestics, according to the term then + in use, which signified familiars, friends of the house. This custom was a + relic of feudal patronage, which still existed in our manners. The younger + members of high families received wages from the great lords, and were + devoted to their service in all things, challenging the first comer at the + wish of their patron. The pages wrote letters from the outline previously + given them by the Cardinal, and after their master had glanced at them, + passed them to the secretaries, who made fair copies. The Duke, for his + part, wrote on his knee private notes upon small slips of paper, inserting + them in almost all the packets before sealing them, which he did with his + own hand. + </p> + <p> + He had been writing a short time, when, in a mirror before him, he saw the + youngest of his pages writing something on a sheet of paper much smaller + than the official sheet. He hastily wrote a few words, and then slipped + the paper under the large sheet which, much against his inclination, he + had to fill; but, seated behind the Cardinal, he hoped that the difficulty + with which the latter turned would prevent him from seeing the little + manoeuvre he had tried to exercise with much dexterity. Suddenly Richelieu + said to him, dryly, “Come here, Monsieur Olivier.” + </p> + <p> + These words came like a thunder-clap on the poor boy, who seemed about + sixteen. He rose at once, however, and stood before the minister, his arms + hanging at his side and his head lowered. + </p> + <p> + The other pages and the secretaries stirred no more than soldiers when a + comrade is struck down by a ball, so accustomed were they to this kind of + summons. The present one, however, was more energetic than usual. + </p> + <p> + “What were you writing?” + </p> + <p> + “My lord, what your Eminence dictated.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” + </p> + <p> + “My lord, the letter to Don Juan de Braganza.” + </p> + <p> + “No evasions, Monsieur; you were writing something else.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” said the page, with tears in his eyes, “it + was a letter to one of my cousins.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see it.” + </p> + <p> + The page trembled in every limb and was obliged to lean against the + chimney-piece, as he said, in a hardly audible tone, “It is + impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Vicomte Olivier d’Entraigues,” said the + minister, without showing the least emotion, “you are no longer in + my service.” The page withdrew. He knew that there was no reply; so, + slipping his letter into his pocket, and opening the folding-doors just + wide enough to allow his exit, he glided out like a bird escaped from the + cage. + </p> + <p> + The minister went on writing the note upon his knee. + </p> + <p> + The secretaries redoubled their silent zeal, when suddenly the two wings + of the door were thrown back and showed, standing in the opening, a + Capuchin, who, bowing, with his arms crossed over his breast, seemed + waiting for alms or for an order to retire. He had a dark complexion, and + was deeply pitted with smallpox; his eyes, mild, but somewhat squinting, + were almost hidden by his thick eyebrows, which met in the middle of his + forehead; on his mouth played a crafty, mischievous, and sinister smile; + his beard was straight and red, and his costume was that of the order of + St. Francis in all its repulsiveness, with sandals on his bare feet, that + looked altogether unfit to tread upon carpet. + </p> + <p> + Such as he was, however, this personage appeared to create a great + sensation throughout the room; for, without finishing the phrase, the + line, or even the word begun, every person rose and went out by the door + where he was still standing—some saluting him as they passed, others + turning away their heads, and the young pages holding their fingers to + their noses, but not till they were behind him, for they seemed to have a + secret fear of him. When they had all passed out, he entered, making a + profound reverence, because the door was still open; but, as soon as it + was shut, unceremoniously advancing, he seated himself near the Cardinal, + who, having recognized him by the general movement he created, saluted him + with a dry and silent inclination of the head, regarding him fixedly, as + if awaiting some news and unable to avoid knitting his brows, as at the + aspect of a spider or some other disagreeable creature. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal could not resist this movement of displeasure, because he + felt himself obliged, by the presence of his agent, to resume those + profound and painful conversations from which he had for some days been + free, in a country whose pure air, favorable to him, had somewhat soothed + the pain of his malady; that malady had changed to a slow fever, but its + intervals were long enough to enable him to forget during its absence that + it must return. Giving, therefore, a little rest to his hitherto + indefatigable mind, he had been awaiting, for the first time in his life + perhaps, without impatience, the return of the couriers he had sent in all + directions, like the rays of a sun which alone gave life and movement to + France. He had not expected the visit he now received, and the sight of + one of those men, whom, to use his own expression, he “steeped in + crime,” rendered all the habitual disquietudes of his life more + present to him, without entirely dissipating the cloud of melancholy which + at that time obscured his thoughts. + </p> + <p> + The beginning of his conversation was tinged with the gloomy hue of his + late reveries; but he soon became more animated and vigorous than ever, + when his powerful mind had reentered the real world. + </p> + <p> + His confidant, seeing that he was expected to break the silence, did so in + this abrupt fashion: + </p> + <p> + “Well, my lord, of what are you thinking?” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, Joseph, of what should we all think, but of our future + happiness in a better life? For many days I have been reflecting that + human interests have too much diverted me from this great thought; and I + repent me of having spent some moments of my leisure in profane works, + such as my tragedies, ‘Europe’ and ‘Mirame,’ + despite the glory they have already gained me among our brightest minds—a + glory which will extend unto futurity.” + </p> + <p> + Father Joseph, full of what he had to say, was at first surprised at this + opening; but he knew his master too well to betray his feelings, and, well + skilled in changing the course of his ideas, replied: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, their merit is very great, and France will regret that these + immortal works are not followed by similar productions.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my dear Joseph; but it is in vain that such men as Boisrobert, + Claveret, Colletet, Corneille, and, above all, the celebrated Mairet, have + proclaimed these tragedies the finest that the present or any past age has + produced. I reproach myself for them, I swear to you, as for a mortal sin, + and I now, in my hours of repose, occupy myself only with my ‘Methode + des Controverses’, and my book on the ‘Perfection du Chretien.’ + I remember that I am fifty-six years old, and that I have an incurable + malady.” + </p> + <p> + “These are calculations which your enemies make as precisely as your + Eminence,” said the priest, who began to be annoyed with this + conversation, and was eager to talk of other matters. + </p> + <p> + The blood mounted to the Cardinal’s face. + </p> + <p> + “I know it! I know it well!” he said; “I know all their + black villainy, and I am prepared for it. But what news is there?” + </p> + <p> + “According to our arrangement, my lord, we have removed Mademoiselle + d’Hautefort, as we removed Mademoiselle de la Fayette before her. So + far it is well; but her place is not filled, and the King—” + </p> + <p> + “Well!” + </p> + <p> + “The King has ideas which he never had before.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! and which come not from me? ‘Tis well, truly,” said + the minister, with an ironic sneer. + </p> + <p> + “What, my lord, leave the place of the favorite vacant for six whole + days? It is not prudent; pardon me for saying so.” + </p> + <p> + “He has ideas—ideas!” repeated Richelieu, with a kind of + terror; “and what are they?” + </p> + <p> + “He talks of recalling the Queen-mother,” said the Capuchin, + in a low voice; “of recalling her from Cologne.” + </p> + <p> + “Marie de Medicis!” cried the Cardinal, striking the arms of + his chair with his hands. “No, by Heaven, she shall not again set + her foot upon the soil of France, whence I drove her, step by step! + England has not dared to receive her, exiled by me; Holland fears to be + crushed by her; and my kingdom to receive her! No, no, such an idea could + not have originated with himself! To recall my enemy! to recall his + mother! What perfidy! He would not have dared to think of it.” + </p> + <p> + Then, having mused for a moment, he added, fixing a penetrating look still + full of burning anger upon Father Joseph: + </p> + <p> + “But in what terms did he express this desire? Tell me his precise + words.” + </p> + <p> + “He said publicly; and in the presence of Monsieur: ‘I feel + that one of the first duties of a Christian is to be a good son, and I + will resist no longer the murmurs of my conscience.’” + </p> + <p> + “Christian! conscience! these are not his expressions. It is Father + Caussin—it is his confessor who is betraying me,” cried the + Cardinal. “Perfidious Jesuit! I pardoned thee thy intrigue with La + Fayette; but I will not pass over thy secret counsels. I will have this + confessor dismissed, Joseph; he is an enemy to the State, I see it + clearly. But I myself have acted with negligence for some days past; I + have not sufficiently hastened the arrival of the young d’Effiat, + who will doubtless succeed. He is handsome and intellectual, they say. + What a blunder! I myself merit disgrace. To leave that fox of a Jesuit + with the King, without having given him my secret instructions, without a + hostage, a pledge, or his fidelity to my orders! What neglect! Joseph, + take a pen, and write what I shall dictate for the other confessor, whom + we will choose better. I think of Father Sirmond.” + </p> + <p> + Father Joseph sat down at the large table, ready to write, and the + Cardinal dictated to him those duties, of a new kind, which shortly + afterward he dared to have given to the King, who received them, respected + them, and learned them by heart as the commandments of the Church. They + have come down to us, a terrible monument of the empire that a man may + seize upon by means of circumstances, intrigues, and audacity: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “I. A prince should have a prime minister, and that minister three + qualities: (1) He should have no passion but for his prince; (2) He + should be able and faithful; (3) He should be an ecclesiastic. + + “II. A prince ought perfectly to love his prime minister. + + “III. Ought never to change his prime minister. + + “IV. Ought to tell him all things. + + “V. To give him free access to his person. + + “VI. To give him sovereign authority over his people. + + “VII. Great honors and large possessions. + + “VIII. A prince has no treasure more precious than his prime + minister. + + “IX. A prince should not put faith in what people say against his + prime minister, nor listen to any such slanders. + + “X. A prince should reveal to his prime minister all that is said + against him, even though he has been bound to keep it secret. + + “XI. A prince should prefer not only the well-being of the State, + but also his prime minister, to all his relations.” + </pre> + <p> + Such were the commandments of the god of France, less astonishing in + themselves than the terrible naivete which made him bequeath them to + posterity, as if posterity also must believe in him. + </p> + <p> + While he dictated his instructions, reading them from a small piece of + paper, written with his own hand, a deep melancholy seemed to possess him + more and more at each word; and when he had ended, he fell back in his + chair, his arms crossed, and his head sunk on his breast. + </p> + <p> + Father Joseph, dropping his pen, arose and was inquiring whether he were + ill, when he heard issue from the depths of his chest these mournful and + memorable words: + </p> + <p> + “What utter weariness! what endless trouble! If the ambitious man + could see me, he would flee to a desert. What is my power? A miserable + reflection of the royal power; and what labors to fix upon my star that + incessantly wavering ray! For twenty years I have been in vain attempting + it. I can not comprehend that man. He dare not flee me; but they take him + from me—he glides through my fingers. What things could I not have + done with his hereditary rights, had I possessed them? But, employing such + infinite calculation in merely keeping one’s balance, what of genius + remains for high enterprises? I hold Europe in my hand, yet I myself am + suspended by a trembling hair. What is it to me that I can cast my eyes + confidently over the map of Europe, when all my interests are concentrated + in his narrow cabinet, and its few feet of space give me more trouble to + govern than the whole country besides? See, then, what it is to be a prime + minister! Envy me, my guards, if you can.” + </p> + <p> + His features were so distorted as to give reason to fear some accident; + and at the same moment he was seized with a long and violent fit of + coughing, which ended in a slight hemorrhage. He saw that Father Joseph, + alarmed, was about to seize a gold bell that stood on the table, and, + suddenly rising with all the vivacity of a young man, he stopped him, + saying: + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis nothing, Joseph; I sometimes yield to these fits of + depression; but they do not last long, and I leave them stronger than + before. As for my health, I know my condition perfectly; but that is not + the business in hand. What have you done at Paris? I am glad to know the + King has arrived in Bearn, as I wished; we shall be able to keep a closer + watch upon him. How did you induce him to come away?” + </p> + <p> + “A battle at Perpignan.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not bad. Well, we can arrange it for him; that occupation + will do as well as another just now. But the young Queen, what says she?” + </p> + <p> + “She is still furious against you; her correspondence discovered, + the questioning to which you had subjected her—” + </p> + <p> + “Bah! a madrigal and a momentary submission on my part will make her + forget that I have separated her from her house of Austria and from the + country of her Buckingham. But how does she occupy herself?” + </p> + <p> + “In machinations with Monsieur. But as we have his entire + confidence, here are the daily accounts of their interviews.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not trouble myself to read them; while the Duc de Bouillon + remains in Italy I have nothing to fear in that quarter. She may have as + many petty plots with Gaston in the chimney-corner as she pleases; he + never got beyond his excellent intentions, forsooth! He carries nothing + into effect but his withdrawal from the kingdom. He has had his third + dismissal; I will manage a fourth for him whenever he pleases; he is not + worth the pistol-shot you had the Comte de Soissons settled with, and yet + the poor Comte had scarce more energy than he.” + </p> + <p> + And the Cardinal, reseating himself in his chair, began to laugh gayly + enough for a statesman. + </p> + <p> + “I always laugh when I think of their expedition to Amiens. They had + me between them, Each had fully five hundred gentlemen with him, armed to + the teeth, and all going to despatch me, like Concini; but the great Vitry + was not there. They very quietly let me talk for an hour with them about + the hunt and the Fete Dieu, and neither of them dared make a sign to their + cut-throats. I have since learned from Chavigny that for two long months + they had been waiting that happy moment. For myself, indeed, I observed + nothing, except that little villain, the Abbe de Gondi,—[Afterward + Cardinal de Retz.]—who prowled near me, and seemed to have something + hidden under his sleeve; it was he that made me get into the coach.” + </p> + <p> + “Apropos of the Abbe, my lord, the Queen insists upon making him + coadjutor.” + </p> + <p> + “She is mad! he will ruin her if she connects herself with him; he’s + a musketeer in canonicals, the devil in a cassock. Read his ‘Histoire + de Fiesque’; you may see himself in it. He will be nothing while I + live.” + </p> + <p> + “How is it that with a judgment like yours you bring another + ambitious man of his age to court?” + </p> + <p> + “That is an entirely different matter. This young Cinq-Mars, my + friend, will be a mere puppet. He will think of nothing but his ruff and + his shoulder-knots; his handsome figure assures me of this. I know that he + is gentle and weak; it was for this reason I preferred him to his elder + brother. He will do whatever we wish.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my lord,” said the monk, with an expression of doubt, + “I never place much reliance on people whose exterior is so calm; + the hidden flame is often all the more dangerous. Recollect the Marechal d’Effiat, + his father.” + </p> + <p> + “But I tell you he is a boy, and I shall bring him up; while Gondi + is already an accomplished conspirator, an ambitious knave who sticks at + nothing. He has dared to dispute Madame de la Meilleraie with me. Can you + conceive it? He dispute with me! A petty priestling, who has no other + merit than a little lively small-talk and a cavalier air. Fortunately, the + husband himself took care to get rid of him.” + </p> + <p> + Father Joseph, who listened with equal impatience to his master when he + spoke of his ‘bonnes fortunes’ or of his verses, made, + however, a grimace which he meant to be very sly and insinuating, but + which was simply ugly and awkward; he fancied that the expression of his + mouth, twisted about like a monkey’s, conveyed, “Ah! who can + resist your Eminence?” But his Eminence only read there, “I am + a clown who knows nothing of the great world”; and, without changing + his voice, he suddenly said, taking up a despatch from the table: + </p> + <p> + “The Duc de Rohan is dead, that is good news; the Huguenots are + ruined. He is a lucky man. I had him condemned by the Parliament of + Toulouse to be torn in pieces by four horses, and here he dies quietly on + the battlefield of Rheinfeld. But what matters? The result is the same. + Another great head is laid low! How they have fallen since that of + Montmorency! I now see hardly any that do not bow before me. We have + already punished almost all our dupes of Versailles; assuredly they have + nothing with which to reproach me. I simply exercise against them the law + of retaliation, treating them as they would have treated me in the council + of the Queen-mother. The old dotard Bassompierre shall be doomed for + perpetual imprisonment, and so shall the assassin Marechal de Vitry, for + that was the punishment they voted me. As for Marillac, who counselled + death, I reserve death for him at the first false step he makes, and I beg + thee, Joseph, to remind me of him; we must be just to all. The Duc de + Bouillon still keeps up his head proudly on account of his Sedan, but I + shall make him yield. Their blindness is truly marvellous! They think + themselves all free to conspire, not perceiving that they are merely + fluttering at the ends of the threads that I hold in my hand, and which I + lengthen now and then to give them air and space. Did the Huguenots cry + out as one man at the death of their dear duke?” + </p> + <p> + “Less so than at the affair of Loudun, which is happily concluded.” + </p> + <p> + “What! Happily? I hope that Grandier is dead?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; that is what I meant. Your Eminence may be fully satisfied. + All was settled in twenty-four hours. He is no longer thought of. Only + Laubardemont committed a slight blunder in making the trial public. This + caused a little tumult; but we have a description of the rioters, and + measures have been taken to seek them out.” + </p> + <p> + “This is well, very well. Urbain was too superior a man to be left + there; he was turning Protestant. I would wager that he would have ended + by abjuring. His work against the celibacy of priests made me conjecture + this; and in cases of doubt, remember, Joseph, it is always best to cut + the tree before the fruit is gathered. These Huguenots, you see, form a + regular republic in the State. If once they had a majority in France, the + monarchy would be lost, and they would establish some popular government + which might be durable.” + </p> + <p> + “And what deep pain do they daily cause our holy Father the Pope!” + said Joseph. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” interrupted the Cardinal, “I see; thou wouldst + remind me of his obstinacy in not giving thee the hat. Be tranquil; I will + speak to-day on the subject to the new ambassador we are sending, the + Marechal d’Estrees, and he will, on his arrival, doubtless obtain + that which has been in train these two years—thy nomination to the + cardinalate. I myself begin to think that the purple would become thee + well, for it does not show blood-stains.” + </p> + <p> + And both burst into laughter—the one as a master, overwhelming the + assassin whom he pays with his utter scorn; the other as a slave, resigned + to all the humiliation by which he rises. + </p> + <p> + The laughter which the ferocious pleasantry of the old minister had + excited had hardly subsided, when the door opened, and a page announced + several couriers who had arrived simultaneously from different points. + Father Joseph arose, and, leaning against the wall like an Egyptian mummy, + allowed nothing to appear upon his face but an expression of stolid + contemplation. Twelve messengers entered successively, attired in various + disguises; one appeared to be a Swiss soldier, another a sutler, a third a + master-mason. They had been introduced into the palace by a secret + stairway and corridor, and left the cabinet by a door opposite that at + which they had entered, without any opportunity of meeting one another or + communicating the contents of their despatches. Each laid a rolled or + folded packet of papers on the large table, spoke for a moment with the + Cardinal in the embrasure of a window and withdrew. Richelieu had risen on + the entrance of the first messenger, and, careful to do all himself, had + received them all, listened to all, and with his own hand had closed the + door upon all. When the last was gone, he signed to Father Joseph, and, + without speaking, both proceeded to unfold, or, rather, to tear open, the + packets of despatches, and in a few words communicated to each other the + substance of the letters. + </p> + <p> + “The Due de Weimar pursues his advantage; the Duc Charles is + defeated. Our General is in good spirits; here are some of his lively + remarks at table. Good!” + </p> + <p> + “Monseigneur le Vicomte de Turenne has retaken the towns of + Lorraine; and here are his private conversations—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! pass over them; they can not be dangerous. He is ever a good + and honest man, in no way mixing himself up with politics; so that some + one gives him a little army to play at chess with, no matter against whom, + he is content. We shall always be good friends.” + </p> + <p> + “The Long Parliament still endures in England. The Commons pursue + their project; there are massacres in Ireland. The Earl of Strafford is + condemned to death.” + </p> + <p> + “To death! Horrible!” + </p> + <p> + “I will read: ‘His Majesty Charles I has not had the courage + to sign the sentence, but he has appointed four commissioners.’” + </p> + <p> + “Weak king, I abandon thee! Thou shalt have no more of our money. + Fall, since thou art ungrateful! Unhappy Wentworth!” + </p> + <p> + A tear rose in the eyes of Richelieu as he said this; the man who had but + now played with the lives of so many others wept for a minister abandoned + by his prince. The similarity between that position and his own affected + him, and it was his own case he deplored in the person of the foreign + minister. He ceased to read aloud the despatches that he opened, and his + confidant followed his example. He examined with scrupulous attention the + detailed accounts of the most minute and secret actions of each person of + any importance-accounts which he always required to be added to the + official despatches made by his able spies. All the despatches to the King + passed through his hands, and were carefully revised so as to reach the + King amended to the state in which he wished him to read them. The private + notes were all carefully burned by the monk after the Cardinal had + ascertained their contents. The latter, however, seemed by no means + satisfied, and he was walking quickly to and fro with gestures expressive + of anxiety, when the door opened, and a thirteenth courier entered. This + one seemed a boy hardly fourteen years old; he held under his arm a packet + sealed with black for the King, and gave to the Cardinal only a small + letter, of which a stolen glance from Joseph could collect but four words. + The Cardinal started, tore the billet into a thousand pieces, and, bending + down to the ear of the boy, spoke to him for a long time; all that Joseph + heard was, as the messenger went out: + </p> + <p> + “Take good heed to this; not until twelve hours from this time.” + </p> + <p> + During this aside of the Cardinal, Joseph was occupied in concealing an + infinite number of libels from Flanders and Germany, which the minister + always insisted upon seeing, however bitter they might be to him. In this + respect, he affected a philosophy which he was far from possessing, and to + deceive those around him he would sometimes pretend that his enemies were + not wholly wrong, and would outwardly laugh at their pleasantries; but + those who knew his character better detected bitter rage lurking under + this apparent moderation, and knew that he was never satisfied until he + had got the hostile book condemned by the parliament to be burned in the + Place de Greve, as “injurious to the King, in the person of his + minister, the most illustrious Cardinal,” as we read in the decrees + of the time, and that his only regret was that the author was not in the + place of his book—a satisfaction he gave himself whenever he could, + as in the case of Urbain Grandier. + </p> + <p> + It was his colossal pride which he thus avenged, without avowing it even + to himself—nay, laboring for a length of time, sometimes for a whole + twelvemonth together, to persuade himself that the interest of the State + was concerned in the matter. Ingenious in connecting his private affairs + with the affairs of France, he had convinced himself that she bled from + the wounds which he received. Joseph, careful not to irritate his + ill-temper at this moment, put aside and concealed a book entitled ‘Mystres + Politiques du Cardinal de la Rochelle’; also another, attributed to + a monk of Munich, entitled ‘Questions quolibetiques, ajustees au + temps present, et Impiete Sanglante du dieu Mars’. The worthy + advocate Aubery, who has given us one of the most faithful histories of + the most eminent Cardinal, is transported with rage at the mere title of + the first of these books, and exclaims that “the great minister had + good reason to glorify himself that his enemies, inspired against their + will with the same enthusiasm which conferred the gift of rendering + oracles upon the ass of Balaam, upon Caiaphas and others, who seemed most + unworthy of the gift of prophecy, called him with good reason Cardinal de + la Rochelle, since three years after their writing he reduced that town; + thus Scipio was called Africanus for having subjugated that PROVINCE!” + Very little was wanting to make Father Joseph, who had necessarily the + same feelings, express his indignation in the same terms; for he + remembered with bitterness the ridiculous part he had played in the siege + of Rochelle, which, though not a province like Africa, had ventured to + resist the most eminent Cardinal, and into which Father Joseph, piquing + himself on his military skill, had proposed to introduce the troops + through a sewer. However, he restrained himself, and had time to conceal + the libel in the pocket of his brown robe ere the minister had dismissed + his young courier and returned to the table. + </p> + <p> + “And now to depart, Joseph,” he said. “Open the doors to + all that court which besieges me, and let us go to the King, who awaits me + at Perpignan; this time I have him for good.” + </p> + <p> + The Capuchin drew back, and immediately the pages, throwing open the + gilded doors, announced in succession the greatest lords of the period, + who had obtained permission from the King to come and salute the minister. + Some, even, under the pretext of illness or business, had departed + secretly, in order not to be among the last at Richelieu’s + reception; and the unhappy monarch found himself almost as alone as other + kings find themselves on their deathbeds. But with him, the throne seemed, + in the eyes of the court, his dying couch, his reign a continual last + agony, and his minister a threatening successor. + </p> + <p> + Two pages, of the first families of France, stood at the door, where the + ushers announced each of the persons whom Father Joseph had found in the + ante room. The Cardinal, still seated in his great arm chair, remained + motionless as the common couriers entered, inclined his head to the more + distinguished, and to princes alone put his hands on the elbows of his + chair and slightly rose; each person, having profoundly saluted him, stood + before him near the fireplace, waited till he had spoken to him, and then, + at a wave of his hand, completed the circuit of the room, and went out by + the same door at which he had entered, paused for a moment to salute + Father Joseph, who aped his master, and who for that reason had been named + “his Gray Eminence,” and at last quitted the palace, unless, + indeed, he remained standing behind the chair, if the minister had + signified that he should, which was considered a token of very great + favor. + </p> + <p> + He allowed to pass several insignificant persons, and many whose merits + were useless to him; the first whom he stopped in the procession was the + Marechal d’Estrees, who, about to set out on an embassy to Rome, + came to make his adieux; those behind him stopped short. This circumstance + warned the courtiers in the anteroom that a longer conversation than usual + was on foot, and Father Joseph, advancing to the threshold, exchanged with + the Cardinal a glance which seemed to say, on the one side, “Remember + the promise you have just made me,” on the other, “Set your + mind at rest.” At the same time, the expert Capuchin let his master + see that he held upon his arm one of his victims, whom he was forming into + a docile instrument; this was a young gentleman who wore a very short + green cloak, a pourpoint of the same color, close-fitting red breeches, + with glittering gold garters below the knee-the costume of the pages of + Monsieur. Father Joseph, indeed, spoke to him secretly, but not in the way + the Cardinal imagined; for he contemplated being his equal, and was + preparing other connections, in case of defection on the part of the prime + minister. + </p> + <p> + “Tell Monsieur not to trust in appearances, and that he has no + servant more faithful than I. The Cardinal is on the decline, and my + conscience tells me to warn against his faults him who may inherit the + royal power during the minority. To give your great Prince a proof of my + faith, tell him that it is intended to arrest his friend, Puy-Laurens, and + that he had better be kept out of the way, or the Cardinal will put him in + the Bastille.” + </p> + <p> + While the servant was thus betraying his master, the master, not to be + behindhand with him, betrayed his servant. His self-love, and some remnant + of respect to the Church, made him shudder at the idea of seeing a + contemptible agent invested with the same hat which he himself wore as a + crown, and seated as high as himself, except as to the precarious position + of minister. Speaking, therefore, in an undertone to the Marechal d’Estrees, + he said: + </p> + <p> + “It is not necessary to importune Urbain VIII any further in favor + of the Capuchin you see yonder; it is enough that his Majesty has deigned + to name him for the cardinalate. One can readily conceive the repugnance + of his Holiness to clothe this mendicant in the Roman purple.” + </p> + <p> + Then, passing on to general matters, he continued: + </p> + <p> + “Truly, I know not what can have cooled the Holy Father toward us; + what have we done that was not for the glory of our Holy Mother, the + Catholic Church?” + </p> + <p> + “I myself said the first mass at Rochelle, and you see for yourself, + Monsieur le Marechal, that our habit is everywhere; and even in your + armies, the Cardinal de la Vallette has commanded gloriously in the + palatinate.” + </p> + <p> + “And has just made a very fine retreat,” said the Marechal, + laying a slight emphasis upon the word. + </p> + <p> + The minister continued, without noticing this little outburst of + professional jealousy, and raising his voice, said: + </p> + <p> + “God has shown that He did not scorn to send the spirit of victory + upon his Levites, for the Duc de Weimar did not more powerfully aid in the + conquest of Lorraine than did this pious Cardinal, and never was a naval + army better commanded than by our Archbishop of Bordeaux at Rochelle.” + </p> + <p> + It was well known that at this very time the minister was incensed against + this prelate, whose haughtiness was so overbearing, and whose impertinent + ebullitions were so frequent as to have involved him in two very + disagreeable affairs at Bordeaux. Four years before, the Duc d’Epernon, + then governor of Guyenne, followed by all his train and by his troops, + meeting him among his clergy in a procession, had called him an insolent + fellow, and given him two smart blows with his cane; whereupon the + Archbishop had excommunicated him. And again, recently, despite this + lesson, he had quarrelled with the Marechal de Vitry, from whom he had + received “twenty blows with a cane or stick, which you please,” + wrote the Cardinal Duke to the Cardinal de la Vallette, “and I think + he would like to excommunicate all France.” In fact, he did + excommunicate the Marechal’s baton, remembering that in the former + case the Pope had obliged the Duc d’Epernon to ask his pardon; but + M. Vitry, who had caused the Marechal d’Ancre to be assassinated, + stood too high at court for that, and the Archbishop, in addition to his + beating, got well scolded by the minister. + </p> + <p> + M. d’Estrees thought, therefore, sagely that there might be some + irony in the Cardinal’s manner of referring to the warlike talents + of the Archbishop, and he answered, with perfect sang-froid: + </p> + <p> + “It is true, my lord, no one can say that it was upon the sea he was + beaten.” + </p> + <p> + His Eminence could not restrain a smile at this; but seeing that the + electrical effect of that smile had created others in the hall, as well as + whisperings and conjectures, he immediately resumed his gravity, and + familiarly taking the Marechal’s arm, said: + </p> + <p> + “Come, Monsieur l’Ambassadeur, you are ready at repartee. With + you I should not fear Cardinal Albornos, or all the Borgias in the world—no, + nor all the efforts of their Spain with the Holy Father.” + </p> + <p> + Then, raising his voice, and looking around, as if addressing himself to + the silent, and, so to speak, captive assembly, he continued: + </p> + <p> + “I hope that we shall no more be reproached, as formerly, for having + formed an alliance with one of the greatest men of our day; but as + Gustavus Adolphus is dead, the Catholic King will no longer have any + pretext for soliciting the excommunication of the most Christian King. How + say you, my dear lord?” addressing himself to the Cardinal de la + Vallette, who now approached, fortunately without having heard the late + allusion to himself. “Monsieur d’Estrees, remain near our + chair; we have still many things to say to you, and you are not one too + many in our conversations, for we have no secrets. Our policy is frank and + open to all men; the interest of his Majesty and of the State—nothing + more.” + </p> + <p> + The Marechal made a profound bow, fell back behind the chair of the + minister, and gave place to the Cardinal de la Vallette, who, incessantly + bowing and flattering and swearing devotion and entire obedience to the + Cardinal, as if to expiate the obduracy of his father, the Duc d’Epernon, + received in return a few vague words, to no meaning or purpose, the + Cardinal all the while looking toward the door, to see who should follow. + He had even the mortification to find himself abruptly interrupted by the + minister, who cried at the most flattering period of his honeyed + discourse: + </p> + <p> + “Ah! is that you at last, my dear Fabert? How I have longed to see + you, to talk of the siege!” + </p> + <p> + The General, with a brusque and awkward manner, saluted the + Cardinal-Generalissimo, and presented to him the officers who had come + from the camp with him. He talked some time of the operations of the + siege, and the Cardinal seemed to be paying him court now, in order to + prepare him afterward for receiving his orders even on the field of + battle; he spoke to the officers who accompanied him, calling them by + their names, and questioning them about the camp. + </p> + <p> + They all stood aside to make way for the Duc d’Angouleme—that + Valois, who, having struggled against Henri IV, now prostrated himself + before Richelieu. He solicited a command, having been only third in rank + at the siege of Rochelle. After him came young Mazarin, ever supple and + insinuating, but already confident in his fortune. + </p> + <p> + The Duc d’Halluin came after them; the Cardinal broke off the + compliments he was addressing to the others, to utter, in a loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Duc, I inform you with pleasure that the King has made + you a marshal of France; you will sign yourself Schomberg, will you not, + at Leucate, delivered, as we hope, by you? But pardon me, here is Monsieur + de Montauron, who has doubtless something important to communicate.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, my lord, I would only say that the poor young man whom you + deigned to consider in your service is dying of hunger.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw! at such a moment to speak of things like this! Your little + Corneille will not write anything good; we have only seen ‘Le Cid’ + and ‘Les Horaces’ as yet. Let him work, let him work! it is + known that he is in my service, and that is disagreeable. However, since + you interest yourself in the matter, I give him a pension of five hundred + crowns on my privy purse.” + </p> + <p> + The Chancellor of the Exchequer retired, charmed with the liberality of + the minister, and went home to receive with great affability the + dedication of Cinna, wherein the great Corneille compares his soul to that + of Augustus, and thanks him for having given alms ‘a quelques Muses’. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, annoyed by this importunity, rose, observing that the day + was advancing, and that it was time to set out to visit the King. + </p> + <p> + At this moment, and as the greatest noblemen present were offering their + arms to aid him in walking, a man in the robe of a referendary advanced + toward him, saluting him with a complacent and confident smile which + astonished all the people there, accustomed to the great world, seeming to + say: “We have secret affairs together; you shall see how agreeable + he makes himself to me. I am at home in his cabinet.” His heavy and + awkward manner, however, betrayed a very inferior being; it was + Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + Richelieu knit his brows when he saw him, and cast a glance at Joseph; + then, turning toward those who surrounded him, he said, with bitter scorn: + </p> + <p> + “Is there some criminal about us to be apprehended?” + </p> + <p> + Then, turning his back upon the discomfited Laubardemont, the Cardinal + left him redder than his robe, and, preceded by the crowd of personages + who were to escort him in carriages or on horseback, he descended the + great staircase of the palace. + </p> + <p> + All the people and the authorities of Narbonne viewed this royal departure + with amazement. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal entered alone a spacious square litter, in which he was to + travel to Perpignan, his infirmities not permitting him to go in a coach, + or to perform the journey on horseback. This kind of moving chamber + contained a bed, a table, and a small chair for the page who wrote or read + for him. This machine, covered with purple damask, was carried by eighteen + men, who were relieved at intervals of a league; they were selected among + his guards, and always performed this service of honor with uncovered + heads, however hot or wet the weather might be. The Duc d’Angouleme, + the Marechals de Schomberg and d’Estrees, Fabert, and other + dignitaries were on horseback beside the litter; after them, among the + most prominent were the Cardinal de la Vallette and Mazarin, with + Chavigny, and the Marechal de Vitry, anxious to avoid the Bastille, with + which it was said he was threatened. + </p> + <p> + Two coaches followed for the Cardinal’s secretaries, physicians, and + confessor; then eight others, each with four horses, for his gentlemen, + and twenty-four mules for his luggage. Two hundred musketeers on foot + marched close behind him, and his company of men-at-arms of the guard and + his light-horse, all gentlemen, rode before and behind him on splendid + horses. + </p> + <p> + Such was the equipage in which the prime minister proceeded to Perpignan; + the size of the litter often made it necessary to enlarge the roads, and + knock down the walls of some of the towns and villages on the way, into + which it could not otherwise enter, “so that,” say the authors + and manuscripts of the time, full of a sincere admiration for all this + luxury—“so that he seemed a conqueror entering by the breach.” + We have sought in vain with great care in these documents, for any account + of proprietors or inhabitants of these dwellings so making room for his + passage who shared in this admiration; but we have been unable to find any + mention of such. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. THE INTERVIEW + </h2> + <p> + The pompous cortege of the Cardinal halted at the beginning of the camp. + All the armed troops were drawn up in the finest order; and amid the sound + of cannon and the music of each regiment the litter traversed a long line + of cavalry and infantry, formed from the outermost tent to that of the + minister, pitched at some distance from the royal quarters, and which its + purple covering distinguished at a distance. Each general of division + obtained a nod or a word from the Cardinal, who at length reaching his + tent and, dismissing his train, shut himself in, waiting for the time to + present himself to the King. But, before him, every person of his escort + had repaired thither individually, and, without entering the royal abode, + had remained in the long galleries covered with striped stuff, and + arranged as became avenues leading to the Prince. The courtiers walking in + groups, saluted one another and shook hands, regarding each other + haughtily, according to their connections or the lords to whom they + belonged. Others whispered together, and showed signs of astonishment, + pleasure, or anger, which showed that something extraordinary had taken + place. Among a thousand others, one singular dialogue occurred in a corner + of the principal gallery. + </p> + <p> + “May I ask, Monsieur l’Abbe, why you look at me so fixedly?” + </p> + <p> + “Parbleu! Monsieur de Launay, it is because I’m curious to see + what you will do. All the world abandons your Cardinal-Duke since your + journey into Touraine; if you do not believe it, go and ask the people of + Monsieur or of the Queen. You are behind-hand ten minutes by the watch + with the Cardinal de la Vallette, who has just shaken hands with Rochefort + and the gentlemen of the late Comte de Soissons, whom I shall regret as + long as I live.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur de Gondi, I understand you; is it a challenge with which + you honor me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Monsieur le Comte,” answered the young Abbe, saluting + him with all the gravity of the time; “I sought an occasion to + challenge you in the name of Monsieur d’Attichi, my friend, with + whom you had something to do at Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur l’Abbe, I am at your command. I will seek my + seconds; do you the same.” + </p> + <p> + “On horseback, with sword and pistol, I suppose?” added Gondi, + with the air of a man arranging a party of pleasure, lightly brushing the + sleeve of his cassock. + </p> + <p> + “If you please,” replied the other. And they separated for a + time, saluting one another with the greatest politeness, and with profound + bows. + </p> + <p> + A brilliant crowd of gentlemen circulated around them in the gallery. They + mingled with it to procure friends for the occasion. All the elegance of + the costumes of the day was displayed by the court that morning-small + cloaks of every color, in velvet or in satin, embroidered with gold or + silver; crosses of St. Michael and of the Holy Ghost; the ruffs, the + sweeping hat-plumes, the gold shoulder-knots, the chains by which the long + swords hung: all glittered and sparkled, yet not so brilliantly as did the + fiery glances of those warlike youths, or their sprightly conversation, or + their intellectual laughter. Amid the assembly grave personages and great + lords passed on, followed by their numerous gentlemen. + </p> + <p> + The little Abbe de Gondi, who was very shortsighted, made his way through + the crowd, knitting his brows and half shutting his eyes, that he might + see the better, and twisting his moustache, for ecclesiastics wore them in + those days. He looked closely at every one in order to recognize his + friends, and at last stopped before a young man, very tall and dressed in + black from head to foot; his sword, even, was of quite dark, bronzed + steel. He was talking with a captain of the guards, when the Abbe de Gondi + took him aside. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur de Thou,” said he, “I need you as my second in + an hour, on horseback, with sword and pistol, if you will do me that + honor.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, you know I am entirely at your service on all occasions. + Where shall we meet?” + </p> + <p> + “In front of the Spanish bastion, if you please.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me for returning to a conversation that greatly interests + me. I will be punctual at the rendezvous.” + </p> + <p> + And De Thou quitted him to rejoin the Captain. He had said all this in the + gentlest of voices with unalterable coolness, and even with somewhat of an + abstracted manner. + </p> + <p> + The little Abbe squeezed his hand with warm satisfaction, and continued + his search. + </p> + <p> + He did not so easily effect an agreement with the young lords to whom he + addressed himself; for they knew him better than did De Thou, and when + they saw him coming they tried to avoid him, or laughed at him openly, and + would not promise to serve him. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Abbe! there you are hunting again; I’ll swear it’s + a second you want,” said the Duc de Beaufort. + </p> + <p> + “And I wager,” added M. de la Rochefoucauld, “that it’s + against one of the Cardinal-Duke’s people.” + </p> + <p> + “You are both right, gentlemen; but since when have you laughed at + affairs of honor?” + </p> + <p> + “The saints forbid I should,” said M. de Beaufort. “Men + of the sword like us ever reverence tierce, quarte, and octave; but as for + the folds of the cassock, I know nothing of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardieu! Monsieur, you know well enough that it does not embarrass + my wrist, as I will prove to him who chooses; as to the gown itself, I + should like to throw it into the gutter.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it to tear it that you fight so often?” asked La + Rochefoucauld. “But remember, my dear Abbe, that you yourself are + within it.” + </p> + <p> + Gondi turned to look at the clock, wishing to lose no more time in such + sorry jests; but he had no better success elsewhere. Having stopped two + gentlemen in the service of the young Queen, whom he thought ill-affected + toward the Cardinal, and consequently glad to measure weapons with his + creatures, one of them said to him very gravely: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur de Gondi, you know what has just happened; the King has + said aloud, ‘Whether our imperious Cardinal wishes it or not, the + widow of Henri le Grand shall no longer remain in exile.’ Imperious! + the King never before said anything so strong as that, Monsieur l’Abbe, + mark that. Imperious! it is open disgrace. Certainly no one will dare to + speak to him; no doubt he will quit the court this very day.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard this, Monsieur, but I have an affair—” + </p> + <p> + “It is lucky for you he stopped short in the middle of your career.” + </p> + <p> + “An affair of honor—” + </p> + <p> + “Whereas Mazarin is quite a friend of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “But will you, or will you not, listen to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a friend indeed! your adventures are always uppermost in his + thoughts. Your fine duel with Monsieur de Coutenan about the pretty little + pin-maker,—he even spoke of it to the King. Adieu, my dear Abbe, we + are in great haste; adieu, adieu!” And, taking his friend’s + arm, the young mocker, without listening to another word, walked rapidly + down the gallery and disappeared in the throng. + </p> + <p> + The poor Abbe was much mortified at being able to get only one second, and + was watching sadly the passing of the hour and of the crowd, when he + perceived a young gentleman whom he did not know, seated at a table, + leaning on his elbow with a pensive air; he wore mourning which indicated + no connection with any great house or party, and appeared to await, + without any impatience, the time for attending the King, looking with a + heedless air at those who surrounded him, and seeming not to notice or to + know any of them. + </p> + <p> + Gondi looked at him a moment, and accosted him without hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, I have not the honor of your acquaintance, but a + fencing-party can never be unpleasant to a man of honor; and if you will + be my second, in a quarter of an hour we shall be on the ground. I am Paul + de Gondi; and I have challenged Monsieur de Launay, one of the Cardinal’s + clique, but in other respects a very gallant fellow.” + </p> + <p> + The unknown, apparently not at all surprised at this address, replied, + without changing his attitude: “And who are his seconds?” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, I don’t know; but what matters it who serves him? We + stand no worse with our friends for having exchanged a thrust with them.” + </p> + <p> + The stranger smiled nonchalantly, paused for an instant to pass his hand + through his long chestnut hair, and then said, looking idly at a large, + round watch which hung at his waist: + </p> + <p> + “Well, Monsieur, as I have nothing better to do, and as I have no + friends here, I am with you; it will pass the time as well as anything + else.” + </p> + <p> + And, taking his large, black-plumed hat from the table, he followed the + warlike Abbe, who went quickly before him, often running back to hasten + him on, like a child running before his father, or a puppy that goes + backward and forward twenty times before it gets to the end of a street. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, two ushers, attired in the royal livery, opened the great + curtains which separated the gallery from the King’s tent, and + silence reigned. The courtiers began to enter slowly, and in succession, + the temporary dwelling of the Prince. He received them all gracefully, and + was the first to meet the view of each person introduced. + </p> + <p> + Before a very small table surrounded with gilt armchairs stood Louis XIII, + encircled by the great officers of the crown. His dress was very elegant: + a kind of fawn-colored vest, with open sleeves, ornamented with + shoulder-knots and blue ribbons, covered him down to the waist. Wide + breeches reached to the knee, and the yellow-and-red striped stuff of + which they were made was ornamented below with blue ribbons. His + riding-boots, reaching hardly more than three inches above the ankle, were + turned over, showing so lavish a lining of lace that they seemed to hold + it as a vase holds flowers. A small mantle of blue velvet, on which was + embroidered the cross of the Holy Ghost, covered the King’s left + arm, which rested on the hilt of his sword. + </p> + <p> + His head was uncovered, and his pale and noble face was distinctly + visible, lighted by the sun, which penetrated through the top of the tent. + The small, pointed beard then worn augmented the appearance of thinness in + his face, while it added to its melancholy expression. By his lofty brow, + his classic profile, his aquiline nose, he was at once recognized as a + prince of the great race of Bourbon. He had all the characteristic traits + of his ancestors except their penetrating glance; his eyes seemed red from + weeping, and veiled with a perpetual drowsiness; and the weakness of his + vision gave him a somewhat vacant look. + </p> + <p> + He called around him, and was attentive to, the greatest enemies of the + Cardinal, whom he expected every moment; and, balancing himself with one + foot over the other, an hereditary habit of his family, he spoke quickly, + but pausing from time to time to make a gracious inclination of the head, + or a gesture of the hand, to those who passed before him with low + reverences. + </p> + <p> + The court had been thus paying its respects to the King for two hours + before the Cardinal appeared; the whole court stood in close ranks behind + the Prince, and in the long galleries which extended from his tent. + Already longer intervals elapsed between the names of the courtiers who + were announced. + </p> + <p> + “Shall we not see our cousin the Cardinal?” said the King, + turning, and looking at Montresor, one of Monsieur’s gentlemen, as + if to encourage him to answer. + </p> + <p> + “He is said to be very ill just now, Sire,” was the answer. + </p> + <p> + “And yet I do not see how any but your Majesty can cure him,” + said the Duc de Beaufort. + </p> + <p> + “We cure nothing but the king’s evil,” replied Louis; + “and the complaints of the Cardinal are always so mysterious that we + own we can not understand them.” + </p> + <p> + The Prince thus essayed to brave his minister, gaining strength in jests, + the better to break his yoke, insupportable, but so difficult to remove. + He almost thought he had succeeded in this, and, sustained by the joyous + air surrounding him, he already privately congratulated himself on having + been able to assume the supreme empire, and for the moment enjoyed all the + power of which he fancied himself possessed. An involuntary agitation in + the depth of his heart had warned him indeed that, the hour passed, all + the burden of the State would fall upon himself alone; but he talked in + order to divert the troublesome thought, and, concealing from himself the + doubt he had of his own inability to reign, he set his imagination to work + upon the result of his enterprises, thus forcing himself to forget the + tedious roads which had led to them. Rapid phrases succeeded one another + on his lips. + </p> + <p> + “We shall soon take Perpignan,” he said to Fabert, who stood + at some distance. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Cardinal, Lorraine is ours,” he added to La Vallette. + Then, touching Mazarin’s arm: + </p> + <p> + “It is not so difficult to manage a State as is supposed, eh?” + </p> + <p> + The Italian, who was not so sure of the Cardinal’s disgrace as most + of the courtiers, answered, without compromising himself: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire, the late successes of your Majesty at home and abroad + prove your sagacity in choosing your instruments and in directing them, + and—” + </p> + <p> + But the Duc de Beaufort, interrupting him with that self-confidence, that + loud voice and overbearing air, which subsequently procured him the + surname of Important, cried out, vehemently: + </p> + <p> + “Pardieu! Sire, it needs only to will. A nation is driven like a + horse, with spur and bridle; and as we are all good horsemen, your Majesty + has only to choose among us.” + </p> + <p> + This fine sally had not time to take effect, for two ushers cried, + simultaneously, “His Eminence!” + </p> + <p> + The King’s face flushed involuntarily, as if he had been surprised + en flagrant delit. But immediately gaining confidence, he assumed an air + of resolute haughtiness, which was not lost upon the minister. + </p> + <p> + The latter, attired in all the pomp of a cardinal, leaning upon two young + pages, and followed by his captain of the guards and more than five + hundred gentlemen attached to his house, advanced toward the King slowly + and pausing at each step, as if forced to it by his sufferings, but in + reality to observe the faces before him. A glance sufficed. + </p> + <p> + His suite remained at the entrance of the royal tent; of all those within + it, not one was bold enough to salute him, or to look toward him. Even La + Vallette feigned to be occupied in a conversation with Montresor; and the + King, who desired to give him an unfavorable reception, greeted him + lightly and continued a private conversation in a low voice with the Duc + de Beaufort. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal was therefore forced, after the first salute, to stop and + pass to the side of the crowd of courtiers, as if he wished to mingle with + them, but in reality to test them more closely; they all recoiled as at + the sight of a leper. Fabert alone advanced toward him with the frank, + brusque air habitual with him, and, making use of the terms belonging to + his profession, said: + </p> + <p> + “Well, my lord, you make a breach in the midst of them like a + cannon-ball; I ask pardon in their name.” + </p> + <p> + “And you stand firm before me as before the enemy,” said the + Cardinal; “you will have no cause to regret it in the end, my dear + Fabert.” + </p> + <p> + Mazarin also approached the Cardinal, but with caution, and, giving to his + mobile features an expression of profound sadness, made him five or six + very low bows, turning his back to the group gathered around the King, so + that in the latter quarter they might be taken for those cold and hasty + salutations which are made to a person one desires to be rid of, and, on + the part of the Duke, for tokens of respect, blended with a discreet and + silent sorrow. + </p> + <p> + The minister, ever calm, smiled disdainfully; and, assuming that firm look + and that air of grandeur which he always wore in the hour of danger, he + again leaned upon his pages, and, without waiting for a word or a glance + from his sovereign, he suddenly resolved upon his line of conduct, and + walked directly toward him, traversing the whole length of the tent. No + one had lost sight of him, although all affected not to observe him. Every + one now became silent, even those who were conversing with the King. All + the courtiers bent forward to see and to hear. + </p> + <p> + Louis XIII turned toward him in astonishment, and, all presence of mind + totally failing him, remained motionless and waited with an icy glance-his + sole force, but a force very effectual in a prince. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, on coming close to the monarch, did not bow; and, without + changing his attitude, with his eyes lowered and his hands placed on the + shoulders of the two boys half bending, he said: + </p> + <p> + “Sire, I come to implore your Majesty at length to grant me the + retirement for which I have long sighed. My health is failing; I feel that + my life will soon be ended. Eternity approaches me, and before rendering + an account to the eternal King, I would render one to my earthly + sovereign. It is eighteen years, Sire, since you placed in my hands a weak + and divided kingdom; I return it to you united and powerful. Your enemies + are overthrown and humiliated. My work is accomplished. I ask your Majesty’s + permission to retire to Citeaux, of which I am abbot, and where I may end + my days in prayer and meditation.” + </p> + <p> + The King, irritated by some haughty expressions in this address, showed + none of the signs of weakness which the Cardinal had expected, and which + he had always seen in him when he had threatened to resign the management + of affairs. On the contrary, feeling that he had the eyes of the whole + court upon him, Louis looked upon him with the air of a king, and coldly + replied: + </p> + <p> + “We thank you, then, for your services, Monsieur le Cardinal, and + wish you the repose you desire.” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu was deeply moved, but no indication of his anger appeared upon + his countenance. “Such was the coldness with which you left + Montmorency to die,” he said to himself; “but you shall not + escape me thus.” He then continued aloud, bowing at the same time: + </p> + <p> + “The only recompense I ask for my services is that your Majesty will + deign to accept from me, as a gift, the Palais-Cardinal I have erected at + my own expense in Paris.” + </p> + <p> + The King, astonished, bowed his assent. A murmur of surprise for a moment + agitated the attentive court. + </p> + <p> + “I also throw myself at your Majesty’s feet, to beg that you + will grant me the revocation of an act of rigor, which I solicited (I + publicly confess it), and which I perhaps regarded too hastily beneficial + to the repose of the State. Yes, when I was of this world, I was too + forgetful of my early sentiments of personal respect and attachment, in my + eagerness for the public welfare; but now that I already enjoy the + enlightenment of solitude, I see that I have done wrong, and I repent.” + </p> + <p> + The attention of the spectators was redoubled, and the uneasiness of the + King became visible. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there is one person, Sire, whom I have always loved, despite + her wrong toward you, and the banishment which the affairs of the kingdom + forced me to bring about for her; a person to whom I have owed much, and + who should be very dear to you, notwithstanding her armed attempts against + you; a person, in a word, whom I implore you to recall from exile—the + Queen Marie de Medicis, your mother!” + </p> + <p> + The King uttered an involuntary exclamation, so little did he expect to + hear that name. A repressed agitation suddenly appeared upon every face. + All waited in silence the King’s reply. Louis XIII looked for a long + time at his old minister without speaking, and this look decided the fate + of France; in that instant he called to mind all the indefatigable + services of Richelieu, his unbounded devotion, his wonderful capacity, and + was surprised at himself for having wished to part with him. He felt + deeply affected at this request, which had probed for the exact cause of + his anger at the bottom of his heart, and uprooted it, thus taking from + his hands the only weapon he had against his old servant. Filial love + brought words of pardon to his lips and tears into his eyes. Rejoicing to + grant what he desired most of all things in the world, he extended his + hands to the Duke with all the nobleness and kindliness of a Bourbon. The + Cardinal bowed and respectfully kissed it; and his heart, which should + have burst with remorse, only swelled in the joy of a haughty triumph. + </p> + <p> + The King, deeply touched, abandoning his hand to him, turned gracefully + toward his court and said, with a trembling voice: + </p> + <p> + “We often deceive ourselves, gentlemen, and especially in our + knowledge of so great a politician as this.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope he will never leave us, since his heart is as good as his + head.” + </p> + <p> + Cardinal de la Vallette instantly seized the sleeve of the King’s + mantle, and kissed it with all the ardor of a lover, and the young Mazarin + did much the same with Richelieu himself, assuming, with admirable Italian + suppleness, an expression radiant with joy and tenderness. Two streams of + flatterers hastened, one toward the King, the other toward the minister; + the former group, not less adroit than the second, although less direct, + addressed to the Prince thanks which could be heard by the minister, and + burned at the feet of the one incense which was intended for the other. As + for Richelieu, bowing and smiling to right and left, he stepped forward + and stood at the right hand of the King as his natural place. A stranger + entering would rather have thought, indeed, that it was the King who was + on the Cardinal’s left hand. The Marechal d’Estrees, all the + ambassadors, the Duc d’Angouleme, the Due d’Halluin + (Schomberg), the Marechal de Chatillon, and all the great officers of the + crown surrounded him, each waiting impatiently for the compliments of the + others to be finished, in order to pay his own, fearing lest some one else + should anticipate him with the flattering epigram he had just improvised, + or the phrase of adulation he was inventing. + </p> + <p> + As for Fabert, he had retired to a corner of the tent, and seemed to have + paid no particular attention to the scene. He was chatting with Montresor + and the gentlemen of Monsieur, all sworn enemies of the Cardinal, because, + out of the throng he avoided, he had found none but these to speak to. + This conduct would have seemed extremely tactless in one less known; but + although he lived in the midst of the court, he was ever ignorant of its + intrigues. It was said of him that he returned from a battle he had + gained, like the King’s hunting-horse, leaving the dogs to caress + their master and divide the quarry, without seeking even to remember the + part he had had in the triumph. + </p> + <p> + The storm, then, seemed entirely appeased, and to the violent agitations + of the morning succeeded a gentle calm. A respectful murmur, varied with + pleasant laughter and protestations of attachment, was all that was heard + in the tent. The voice of the Cardinal arose from time to time: “The + poor Queen! We shall, then, soon again see her! I never had dared to hope + for such happiness while I lived!” The King listened to him with + full confidence, and made no attempt to conceal his satisfaction. “It + was assuredly an idea sent to him from on high,” he said; “this + good Cardinal, against whom they had so incensed me, was thinking only of + the union of my family. Since the birth of the Dauphin I have not tasted + greater joy than at this moment. The protection of the Holy Virgin is + manifested over our kingdom.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment, a captain of the guards came up and whispered in the King’s + ear. + </p> + <p> + “A courier from Cologne?” said the King; “let him wait + in my cabinet.” + </p> + <p> + Then, unable to restrain his impatience, “I will go! I will go!” + he said, and entered alone a small, square tent attached to the larger + one. In it he saw a young courier holding a black portfolio, and the + curtains closed upon the King. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, left sole master of the court, concentrated all its homage; + but it was observed that he no longer received it with his former presence + of mind. He inquired frequently what time it was, and exhibited an anxiety + which was not assumed; his hard, unquiet glances turned toward the smaller + tent. It suddenly opened; the King appeared alone, and stopped on the + threshold. He was paler than usual, and trembled in every limb; he held in + his hand a large letter with five black seals. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen,” said he, in a loud but broken voice, “the + Queen has just died at Cologne; and I perhaps am not the first to hear of + it,” he added, casting a severe look toward the impassible Cardinal, + “but God knows all! To horse in an hour, and attack the lines! + Marechals, follow me.” And he turned his back abruptly, and + reentered his cabinet with them. + </p> + <p> + The court retired after the minister, who, without giving any sign of + sorrow or annoyance, went forth as gravely as he had entered, but now a + victor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK 3. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. THE SIEGE + </h2> + <p> + There are moments in our life when we long ardently for strong excitement + to drown our petty griefs—times when the soul, like the lion in the + fable, wearied with the continual attacks of the gnat, earnestly desires a + mightier enemy and real danger. Cinq-Mars found himself in this condition + of mind, which always results from a morbid sensibility in the organic + constitution and a perpetual agitation of the heart. Weary of continually + turning over in his mind a combination of the events which he desired, and + of those which he dreaded; weary of calculating his chances to the best of + his power; of summoning to his assistance all that his education had + taught him concerning the lives of illustrious men, in order to compare it + with his present situation; oppressed by his regrets, his dreams, + predictions, fancies, and all that imaginary world in which he had lived + during his solitary journey-he breathed freely upon finding himself thrown + into a real world almost as full of agitation; and the realizing of two + actual dangers restored circulation to his blood, and youth to his whole + being. + </p> + <p> + Since the nocturnal scene at the inn near Loudun, he had not been able to + resume sufficient empire over his mind to occupy himself with anything + save his cherished though sad reflections; and consumption was already + threatening him, when happily he arrived at the camp of Perpignan, and + happily also had the opportunity of accepting the proposition of the Abbe + de Gondi—for the reader has no doubt recognized Cinq-Mars in the + person of that young stranger in mourning, so careless and so melancholy, + whom the duellist in the cassock invited to be his second. + </p> + <p> + He had ordered his tent to be pitched as a volunteer in the street of the + camp assigned to the young noblemen who were to be presented to the King + and were to serve as aides-de-camp to the Generals; he soon repaired + thither, and was quickly armed, horsed, and cuirassed, according to the + custom of the time, and set out alone for the Spanish bastion, the place + of rendezvous. He was the first arrival, and found that a small plot of + turf, hidden among the works of the besieged place, had been well chosen + by the little Abbe for his homicidal purposes; for besides the probability + that no one would have suspected officers of engaging in a duel + immediately beneath the town which they were attacking, the body of the + bastion separated them from the French camp, and would conceal them like + an immense screen. It was wise to take these precautions, for at that time + it cost a man his head to give himself the satisfaction of risking his + body. + </p> + <p> + While waiting for his friends and his adversaries, Cinq-Mars had time to + examine the southern side of Perpignan, before which he stood. He had + heard that these works were not those which were to be attacked, and he + tried in vain to account for the besieger’s projects. Between this + southern face of the town, the mountains of Albere, and the Col du + Perthus, there might have been advantageous lines of attack, and redoubts + against the accessible point; but not a single soldier was stationed + there. All the forces seemed directed upon the north of Perpignan, upon + the most difficult side, against a brick fort called the Castillet, which + surmounted the gate of Notre-Dame. He discovered that a piece of ground, + apparently marshy, but in reality very solid, led up to the very foot of + the Spanish bastion; that this post was guarded with true Castilian + negligence, although its sole strength lay entirely in its defenders; for + its battlements, almost in ruin, were furnished with four pieces of cannon + of enormous calibre, embedded in the turf, and thus rendered immovable, + and impossible to be directed against a troop advancing rapidly to the + foot of the wall. + </p> + <p> + It was easy to see that these enormous pieces had discouraged the + besiegers from attacking this point, and had kept the besieged from any + idea of addition to its means of defence. Thus, on the one side, the + vedettes and advanced posts were at a distance, and on the other, the + sentinels were few and ill supported. A young Spaniard, carrying a long + gun, with its rest suspended at his side and the burning match in his + right hand, who was walking with nonchalance upon the rampart, stopped to + look at Cinq-Mars, who was riding about the ditches and moats. + </p> + <p> + “Senor caballero,” he cried, “are you going to take the + bastion by yourself on horseback, like Don Quixote—Quixada de la + Mancha?” + </p> + <p> + At the same time he detached from his side the iron rest, planted it in + the ground, and supported upon it the barrel of his gun in order to take + aim, when a grave and older Spaniard, enveloped in a dirty brown cloak, + said to him in his own tongue: + </p> + <p> + “‘Ambrosio de demonio’, do you not know that it is + forbidden to throw away powder uselessly, before sallies or attacks are + made, merely to have the pleasure of killing a boy not worth your match? + It was in this very place that Charles the Fifth threw the sleeping + sentinel into the ditch and drowned him. Do your duty, or I shall follow + his example.” + </p> + <p> + Ambrosio replaced the gun upon his shoulder, the rest at his side, and + continued his walk upon the rampart. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars had been little alarmed at this menacing gesture, contenting + himself with tightening the reins of his horse and bringing the spurs + close to his sides, knowing that with a single leap of the nimble animal + he should be carried behind the wall of a hut which stood near by, and + should thus be sheltered from the Spanish fusil before the operation of + the fork and match could be completed. He knew, too, that a tacit + convention between the two armies prohibited marksmen from firing upon the + sentinels; each party would have regarded it as assassination. The soldier + who had thus prepared to attack Cinq-Mars must have been ignorant of this + understanding. Young D’Effiat, therefore, made no visible movement; + and when the sentinel had resumed his walk upon the rampart, he again + betook himself to his ride upon the turf, and presently saw five cavaliers + directing their course toward him. The first two, who came on at full + gallop, did not salute him, but, stopping close to him, leaped to the + ground, and he found himself in the arms of the Counsellor de Thou, who + embraced him tenderly, while the little Abbe de Gondi, laughing heartily, + cried: + </p> + <p> + “Behold another Orestes recovering his Pylades, and at the moment of + immolating a rascal who is not of the family of the King of kings, I + assure you.” + </p> + <p> + “What! is it you, my dear Cinq-Mars?” cried De Thou; “and + I knew not of your arrival in the camp! Yes, it is indeed you; I recognize + you, although you are very pale. Have you been ill, my dear friend? I have + often written to you; for my boyish friendship has always remained in my + heart.” + </p> + <p> + “And I,” answered Henri d’Effiat, “I have been + very culpable toward you; but I will relate to you all the causes of my + neglect. I can speak of them, but I was ashamed to write them. But how + good you are! Your friendship has never relaxed.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew you too well,” replied De Thou; “I knew that + there could be no real coldness between us, and that my soul had its echo + in yours.” + </p> + <p> + With these words they embraced once more, their eyes moist with those + sweet tears which so seldom flow in one’s life, but with which it + seems, nevertheless, the heart is always charged, so much relief do they + give in flowing. + </p> + <p> + This moment was short; and during these few words, Gondi had been pulling + them by their cloaks, saying: + </p> + <p> + “To horse! to horse, gentlemen! Pardieu! you will have time enough + to embrace, if you are so affectionate; but do not delay. Let our first + thought be to have done with our good friends who will soon arrive. We are + in a fine position, with those three villains there before us, the archers + close by, and the Spaniards up yonder! We shall be under three fires.” + </p> + <p> + He was still speaking, when De Launay, finding himself at about sixty + paces from his opponents, with his seconds, who were chosen from his own + friends rather than from among the partisans of the Cardinal, put his + horse to a canter, advanced gracefully toward his young adversaries, and + gravely saluted them. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, I think that we shall do well to select our men, and to + take the field; for there is talk of attacking the lines, and I must be at + my post.” + </p> + <p> + “We are ready, Monsieur,” said Cinq-Mars; “and as for + selecting opponents, I shall be very glad to become yours, for I have not + forgotten the Marechal de Bassompierre and the wood of Chaumont. You know + my opinion concerning your insolent visit to my mother.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very young, Monsieur. In regard to Madame, your mother, I + fulfilled the duties of a man of the world; toward the Marechal, those of + a captain of the guard; here, those of a gentleman toward Monsieur l’Abbe, + who has challenged me; afterward I shall have that honor with you.” + </p> + <p> + “If I permit you,” said the Abbe, who was already on + horseback. + </p> + <p> + They took sixty paces of ground—all that was afforded them by the + extent of the meadow that enclosed them. The Abbe de Gondi was stationed + between De Thou and his friend, who sat nearest the ramparts, upon which + two Spanish officers and a score of soldiers stood, as in a balcony, to + witness this duel of six persons—a spectacle common enough to them. + They showed the same signs of joy as at their bullfights, and laughed with + that savage and bitter laugh which their temperament derives from their + admixture of Arab blood. + </p> + <p> + At a sign from Gondi, the six horses set off at full gallop, and met, + without coming in contact, in the middle of the arena; at that instant, + six pistol-shots were heard almost together, and the smoke covered the + combatants. + </p> + <p> + When it dispersed, of the six cavaliers and six horses but three men and + three animals were on their legs. Cinq-Mars was on horseback, giving his + hand to his adversary, as calm as himself; at the other end of the field, + De Thou stood by his opponent, whose horse he had killed, and whom he was + helping to rise. As for Gondi and De Launay, neither was to be seen. + Cinq-Mars, looking about for them anxiously, perceived the Abbe’s + horse, which, caracoling and curvetting, was dragging after him the future + cardinal, whose foot was caught in the stirrup, and who was swearing as if + he had never studied anything but the language of the camp. His nose and + hands were stained and bloody with his fall and with his efforts to seize + the grass; and he was regarding with considerable dissatisfaction his + horse, which in spite of himself he irritated with his spurs, making its + way to the trench, filled with water, which surrounded the bastion, when, + happily, Cinq-Mars, passing between the edge of the swamp and the animal, + seized its bridle and stopped its career. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my dear Abbe, I see that no great harm has come to you, for + you speak with decided energy.” + </p> + <p> + “Corbleu!” cried Gondi, wiping the dust out of his eyes, + “to fire a pistol in the face of that giant I had to lean forward + and rise in my stirrups, and thus I lost my balance; but I fancy that he + is down, too.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, sir,” said De Thou, coming up; “there is + his horse swimming in the ditch with its master, whose brains are blown + out. We must think now of escaping.” + </p> + <p> + “Escaping! That, gentlemen, will be rather difficult,” said + the adversary of Cinq-Mars, approaching. “Hark! there is the + cannon-shot, the signal for the attack. I did not expect it would have + been given so soon. If we return we shall meet the Swiss and the + foot-soldiers, who are marching in this direction.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur de Fontrailles says well,” said De Thou; “but + if we do not return, here are these Spaniards, who are running to arms, + and whose balls we shall presently have whistling about our heads.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let us hold a council,” said Gondi; “summon + Monsieur de Montresor, who is uselessly occupied in searching for the body + of poor De Launay. You have not wounded him, Monsieur De Thou?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Monsieur l’Abbe; not every one has so good an aim as you,” + said Montresor, bitterly, limping from his fall. “We shall not have + time to continue with the sword.” + </p> + <p> + “As to continuing, I will not consent to it, gentlemen,” said + Fontrailles; “Monsieur de Cinq-Mars has behaved too nobly toward me. + My pistol went off too soon, and his was at my very cheek—I feel the + coldness of it now—but he had the generosity to withdraw it and fire + in the air. I shall not forget it; and I am his in life and in death.” + </p> + <p> + “We must think of other things now,” interrupted Cinq-Mars; + “a ball has just whistled past my ear. The attack has begun on all + sides; and we are surrounded by friends and by enemies.” + </p> + <p> + In fact, the cannonading was general; the citadel, the town, and the army + were covered with smoke. The bastion before them as yet was unassailed, + and its guards seemed less eager to defend it than to observe the fate of + the other fortifications. + </p> + <p> + “I believe that the enemy has made a sally,” said Montresor, + “for the smoke has cleared from the plain, and I see masses of + cavalry charging under the protection of the battery.” + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen,” said Cinq-Mars, who had not ceased to observe the + walls, “there is a very decided part which we could take, an + important share in this—we might enter this ill-guarded bastion.” + </p> + <p> + “An excellent idea, Monsieur,” said Fontrailles; “but we + are but five against at least thirty, and are in plain sight and easily + counted.” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, the idea is not bad,” said Gondi; “it is better + to be shot up there than hanged down here, as we shall be if we are found, + for De Launay must be already missed by his company, and all the court + knows of our quarrel.” + </p> + <p> + “Parbleu! gentlemen,” said Montresor, “help is coming to + us.” + </p> + <p> + A numerous troop of horse, in great disorder, advanced toward them at full + gallop; their red uniform made them visible from afar. It seemed to be + their intention to halt on the very ground on which were our embarrassed + duellists, for hardly had the first cavalier reached it when cries of + “Halt!” were repeated and prolonged by the voices of the + chiefs who were mingled with their cavaliers. + </p> + <p> + “Let us go to them; these are the men-at-arms of the King’s + guard,” said Fontrailles. “I recognize them by their black + cockades. I see also many of the light-horse with them; let us mingle in + the disorder, for I fancy they are ‘ramenes’.” + </p> + <p> + This is a polite phrase signifying in military language “put to + rout.” All five advanced toward the noisy and animated troops, and + found that this conjecture was right. But instead of the consternation + which one might expect in such a case, they found nothing but a youthful + and rattling gayety, and heard only bursts of laughter from the two + companies. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, pardieu! Cahuzac,” said one, “your horse runs + better than mine; I suppose you have exercised it in the King’s + hunts!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I see, ‘twas that we might be the sooner rallied that you + arrived here first,” answered the other. + </p> + <p> + “I think the Marquis de Coislin must be mad, to make four hundred of + us charge eight Spanish regiments.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ha! Locmaria, your plume is a fine ornament; it looks like a + weeping willow. If we follow that, it will be to our burial.” + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, I said to you before,” angrily replied the young + officer, “that I was sure that Capuchin Joseph, who meddles in + everything, was mistaken in telling us to charge, upon the part of the + Cardinal. But would you have been satisfied if those who have the honor of + commanding you had refused to charge?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, no!” answered all the young men, at the same time + forming themselves quickly into ranks. + </p> + <p> + “I said,” interposed the old Marquis de Coislin, who, despite + his white head, had all the fire of youth in his eyes, “that if you + were commanded to mount to the assault on horseback, you would do it.” + </p> + <p> + “Bravo! bravo!” cried all the men-at-arms, clapping their + hands. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Monsieur le Marquis,” said Cinq-Mars, approaching, + “here is an opportunity to execute what you have promised. I am only + a volunteer; but an instant ago these gentlemen and I examined this + bastion, and I believe that it is possible to take it.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, we must first examine the ditch to see—” + </p> + <p> + At this moment a ball from the rampart of which they were speaking struck + in the head the horse of the old captain, laying it low. + </p> + <p> + “Locmaria, De Mouy, take the command, and to the assault!” + cried the two noble companies, believing their leader dead. + </p> + <p> + “Stop a moment, gentlemen,” said old Coislin, rising, “I + will lead you, if you please. Guide us, Monsieur volunteer, for the + Spaniards invite us to this ball, and we must reply politely.” + </p> + <p> + Hardly had the old man mounted another horse, which one of his men brought + him, and drawn his sword, when, without awaiting his order, all these + ardent youths, preceded by Cinq-Mars and his friends, whose horses were + urged on by the squadrons behind, had thrown themselves into the morass, + wherein, to their great astonishment and to that of the Spaniards, who had + counted too much upon its depth, the horses were in the water only up to + their hams; and in spite of a discharge of grape-shot from the two largest + pieces, all reached pell-mell a strip of land at the foot of the + half-ruined ramparts. In the ardor of the rush, Cinq-Mars and Fontrailles, + with the young Locmaria, forced their horses upon the rampart itself; but + a brisk fusillade killed the three animals, which rolled over their + masters. + </p> + <p> + “Dismount all, gentlemen!” cried old Coislin; “forward + with pistol and sword! Abandon your horses!” + </p> + <p> + All obeyed instantly, and threw themselves in a mass upon the breach. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, De Thou, whose coolness never quitted him any more than his + friendship, had not lost sight of the young Henri, and had received him in + his arms when his horse fell. He helped him to rise, restored to him his + sword, which he had dropped, and said to him, with the greatest calmness, + notwithstanding the balls which rained on all sides: + </p> + <p> + “My friend, do I not appear very ridiculous amid all this skirmish, + in my costume of Counsellor in Parliament?” + </p> + <p> + “Parbleu!” said Montresor, advancing, “here’s the + Abbe, who quite justifies you.” + </p> + <p> + And, in fact, little Gondi, pushing on among the light horsemen, was + shouting, at the top of his voice: “Three duels and an assault. I + hope to get rid of my cassock at last!” + </p> + <p> + Saying this, he cut and thrust at a tall Spaniard. + </p> + <p> + The defence was not long. The Castilian soldiers were no match for the + French officers, and not one of them had time or courage to recharge his + carbine. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, we will relate this to our mistresses in Paris,” + said Locmaria, throwing his hat into the air; and Cinq-Mars, De Thou, + Coislin, De Mouy, Londigny, officers of the red companies, and all the + young noblemen, with swords in their right hands and pistols in their + left, dashing, pushing, and doing each other by their eagerness as much + harm as they did the enemy, finally rushed upon the platform of the + bastion, as water poured from a vase, of which the opening is too small, + leaps out in interrupted gushes. + </p> + <p> + Disdaining to occupy themselves with the vanquished soldiers, who cast + themselves at their feet, they left them to look about the fort, without + even disarming them, and began to examine their conquest, like schoolboys + in vacation, laughing with all their hearts, as if they were at a + pleasure-party. + </p> + <p> + A Spanish officer, enveloped in his brown cloak, watched them with a + sombre air. + </p> + <p> + “What demons are these, Ambrosio?” said he to a soldier. + “I never have met with any such before in France. If Louis XIII has + an entire army thus composed, it is very good of him not to conquer all + Europe.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I do not believe they are very numerous; they must be some poor + adventurers, who have nothing to lose and all to gain by pillage.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said the officer; “I will try to + persuade one of them to let me escape.” + </p> + <p> + And slowly approaching, he accosted a young light-horseman, of about + eighteen, who was sitting apart from his comrades upon the parapet. He had + the pink-and-white complexion of a young girl; his delicate hand held an + embroidered handkerchief, with which he wiped his forehead and his golden + locks He was consulting a large, round watch set with rubies, suspended + from his girdle by a knot of ribbons. + </p> + <p> + The astonished Spaniard paused. Had he not seen this youth overthrow his + soldiers, he would not have believed him capable of anything beyond + singing a romance, reclined upon a couch. But, filled with the suggestion + of Ambrosio, he thought that he might have stolen these objects of luxury + in the pillage of the apartments of a woman; so, going abruptly up to him, + he said: + </p> + <p> + “Hombre! I am an officer; will you restore me to liberty, that I may + once more see my country?” + </p> + <p> + The young Frenchman looked at him with the gentle expression of his age, + and, thinking of his own family, he said: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, I will present you to the Marquis de Coislin, who will, I + doubt not, grant your request; is your family of Castile or of Aragon?” + </p> + <p> + “Your Coislin will ask the permission of somebody else, and will + make me wait a year. I will give you four thousand ducats if you will let + me escape.” + </p> + <p> + That gentle face, those girlish features, became infused with the purple + of fury; those blue eyes shot forth lightning; and, exclaiming, “Money + to me! away, fool!” the young man gave the Spaniard a ringing box on + the ear. The latter, without hesitating, drew a long poniard from his + breast, and, seizing the arm of the Frenchman, thought to plunge it easily + into his heart; but, nimble and vigorous, the youth caught him by the + right arm, and, lifting it with force above his head, sent it back with + the weapon it held upon the head of the Spaniard, who was furious with + rage. + </p> + <p> + “Eh! eh! Softly, Olivier!” cried his comrades, running from + all directions; “there are Spaniards enough on the ground already.” + </p> + <p> + And they disarmed the hostile officer. + </p> + <p> + “What shall we do with this lunatic?” said one. + </p> + <p> + “I should not like to have him for my valet-dechambre,” + returned another. + </p> + <p> + “He deserves to be hanged,” said a third; “but, faith, + gentlemen, we don’t know how to hang. Let us send him to that + battalion of Swiss which is now passing across the plain.” + </p> + <p> + And the calm and sombre Spaniard, enveloping himself anew in his cloak, + began the march of his own accord, followed by Ambrosio, to join the + battalion, pushed by the shoulders and urged on by five or six of these + young madcaps. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, the first troop of the besiegers, astonished at their success, + had followed it out to the end; Cinq-Mars, so advised by the aged Coislin, + had made with him the circuit of the bastion, and found to their vexation + that it was completely separated from the city, and that they could not + follow up their advantage. They, therefore, returned slowly to the + platform, talking by the way, to rejoin De Thou and the Abbe de Gondi, + whom they found laughing with the young light-horsemen. + </p> + <p> + “We have Religion and justice with us, gentlemen; we could not fail + to triumph.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt, for they fought as hard as we.” + </p> + <p> + There was silence at the approach of Cinq-Mars, and they remained for an + instant whispering and asking his name; then all surrounded him, and took + his hand with delight. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, you are right,” said their old captain; “he + is, as our fathers used to say, the best doer of the day. He is a + volunteer, who is to be presented today to the King by the Cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + “By the Cardinal! We will present him ourselves. Ah, do not let him + be a Cardinalist; he is too good a fellow for that!” exclaimed all + the young men, with vivacity. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, I will undertake to disgust you with him,” said + Olivier d’Entraigues, approaching Cinq-Mars, “for I have been + his page. Rather serve in the red companies; come, you will have good + comrades there.” + </p> + <p> + The old Marquis saved Cinq-Mars the embarrassment of replying, by ordering + the trumpets to sound and rally his brilliant companies. The cannon was no + longer heard, and a soldier announced that the King and the Cardinal were + traversing the lines to examine the results of the day. He made all the + horses pass through the breach, which was tolerably wide, and ranged the + two companies of cavalry in battle array, upon a spot where it seemed + impossible that any but infantry could penetrate. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. THE RECOMPENSE + </h2> + <p> + Cardinal Richelieu had said to himself, “To soften the first + paroxysm of the royal grief, to open a source of emotions which shall turn + from its sorrow this wavering soul, let this city be besieged; I consent. + Let Louis go; I will allow him to strike a few poor soldiers with the + blows which he wishes, but dares not, to inflict upon me. Let his anger + drown itself in this obscure blood; I agree. But this caprice of glory + shall not derange my fixed designs; this city shall not fall yet. It shall + not become French forever until two years have past; it shall come into my + nets only on the day upon which I have fixed in my own mind. Thunder, + bombs, and cannons; meditate upon your operations, skilful captains; + hasten, young warriors. I shall silence your noise, I shall dissipate your + projects, and make your efforts abortive; all shall end in vain smoke, for + I shall conduct in order to mislead you.” + </p> + <p> + This is the substance of what passed in the bald head of the Cardinal + before the attack of which we have witnessed a part. He was stationed on + horseback, upon one of the mountains of Salces, north of the city; from + this point he could see the plain of Roussillon before him, sloping to the + Mediterranean. Perpignan, with its ramparts of brick, its bastions, its + citadel, and its spire, formed upon this plain an oval and sombre mass on + its broad and verdant meadows; the vast mountains surrounded it, and the + valley, like an enormous bow curved from north to south, while, stretching + its white line in the east, the sea looked like its silver cord. On his + right rose that immense mountain called the Canigou, whose sides send + forth two rivers into the plain below. The French line extended to the + foot of this western barrier. A crowd of generals and of great lords were + on horseback behind the minister, but at twenty paces’ distance and + profoundly silent. + </p> + <p> + Cardinal Richelieu had at first followed slowly the line of operations, + but had later returned and stationed himself upon this height, whence his + eye and his thought hovered over the destinies of besiegers and besieged. + The whole army had its eyes upon him, and could see him from every point. + All looked upon him as their immediate chief, and awaited his gesture + before they acted. France had bent beneath his yoke a long time; and + admiration of him shielded all his actions to which another would have + been often subjected. At this moment, for instance, no one thought of + smiling, or even of feeling surprised, that the cuirass should clothe the + priest; and the severity of his character and aspect suppressed every + thought of ironical comparisons or injurious conjectures. This day the + Cardinal appeared in a costume entirely martial: he wore a reddish-brown + coat, embroidered with gold, a water-colored cuirass, a sword at his side, + pistols at his saddle-bow, and he had a plumed hat; but this he seldom put + on his head, which was still covered with the red cap. Two pages were + behind him; one carried his gauntlets, the other his casque, and the + captain of his guards was at his side. + </p> + <p> + As the King had recently named him generalissimo of his troops, it was to + him that the generals sent for their orders; but he, knowing only too well + the secret motives of his master’s present anger, affected to refer + to that Prince all who sought a decision from his own mouth. It happened + as he had foreseen; for he regulated and calculated the movements of that + heart as those of a watch, and could have told with precision through what + sensations it had passed. Louis XIII came and placed himself at his side; + but he came as a pupil, forced to acknowledge that his master is in the + right. His air was haughty and dissatisfied, his language brusque and dry. + The Cardinal remained impassible. It was remarked that the King, in + consulting him, employed the words of command, thus reconciling his + weakness and his power of place, his irresolution and his pride, his + ignorance and his pretensions, while his minister dictated laws to him in + a tone of the most profound obedience. + </p> + <p> + “I will have them attack immediately, Cardinal,” said the + Prince on coming up; “that is to say,” he added, with a + careless air, “when all your preparations are made, and you have + fixed upon the hour with our generals.” + </p> + <p> + “Sire, if I might venture to express my judgment, I should be glad + did your Majesty think proper to begin the attack in a quarter of an hour, + for that will give time enough to advance the third line.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; you are right, Monsieur le Cardinal! I think so, too. I + will go and give my orders myself; I wish to do everything myself. + Schomberg, Schomberg! in a quarter of an hour I wish to hear the + signal-gun; I command it.” + </p> + <p> + And Schomberg, taking the command of the right wing, gave the order, and + the signal was made. + </p> + <p> + The batteries, arranged long since by the Marechal de la Meilleraie, began + to batter a breach, but slowly, because the artillerymen felt that they + had been directed to attack two impregnable points; and because, with + their experience, and above all with the common sense and quick perception + of French soldiers, any one of them could at once have indicated the point + against which the attack should have been directed. The King was surprised + at the slowness of the firing. + </p> + <p> + “La Meilleraie,” said he, impatiently, “these batteries + do not play well; your cannoneers are asleep.” + </p> + <p> + The principal artillery officers were present as well as the Marechal; but + no one answered a syllable. They had looked toward the Cardinal, who + remained as immovable as an equestrian statue, and they imitated his + example. The answer must have been that the fault was not with the + soldiers, but with him who had ordered this false disposition of the + batteries; and this was Richelieu himself, who, pretending to believe them + more useful in that position, had stopped the remarks of the chiefs. + </p> + <p> + The King, astonished at this silence, and, fearing that he had committed + some gross military blunder by his question, blushed slightly, and, + approaching the group of princes who had accompanied him, said, in order + to reassure himself: + </p> + <p> + “D’Angouleme, Beaufort, this is very tiresome, is it not? We + stand here like mummies.” + </p> + <p> + Charles de Valois drew near and said: + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me, Sire, that they are not employing here the machines + of the engineer Pompee-Targon.” + </p> + <p> + “Parbleu!” said the Duc de Beaufort, regarding Richelieu + fixedly, “that is because we were more eager to take Rochelle than + Perpignan at the time that Italian came. Here we have not an engine ready, + not a mine, not a petard beneath these walls; and the Marechal de la + Meilleraie told me this morning that he had proposed to bring some with + which to open the breach. It was neither the Castillet, nor the six great + bastions which surround it, nor the half-moon, we should have attacked. If + we go on in this way, the great stone arm of the citadel will show us its + fist a long time yet.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, still motionless, said not a single word; he only made a + sign to Fabert, who left the group in attendance, and ranged his horse + behind that of Richelieu, close to the captain of his guards. + </p> + <p> + The Duc de la Rochefoucauld, drawing near the King, said: + </p> + <p> + “I believe, Sire, that our inactivity makes the enemy insolent, for + look! here is a numerous sally, directing itself straight toward your + Majesty; and the regiments of Biron and De Ponts fall back after firing.” + </p> + <p> + “Well!” said the King, drawing his sword, “let us charge + and force those villains back again. Bring on the cavalry with me, D’Angouleme. + Where is it, Cardinal?” + </p> + <p> + “Behind that hill, Sire, there are in column six regiments of + dragoons, and the carabineers of La Roque; below you are my men-at-arms + and my light horse, whom I pray your Majesty to employ, for those of your + Majesty’s guard are ill guided by the Marquis de Coislin, who is + ever too zealous. Joseph, go tell him to return.” + </p> + <p> + He whispered to the Capuchin, who had accompanied him, huddled up in + military attire, which he wore awkwardly, and who immediately advanced + into the plain. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time, the compact columns of the old Spanish infantry issued + from the gate of Notre-Dame like a dark and moving forest, while from + another gate proceeded the heavy cavalry, which drew up on the plain. The + French army, in battle array at the foot of the hill where the King stood, + behind fortifications of earth, behind redoubts and fascines of turf, + perceived with alarm the men-at-arms and the light horse pressed between + these two forces, ten times their superior in numbers. + </p> + <p> + “Sound the charge!” cried Louis XIII; “or my old Coislin + is lost.” + </p> + <p> + And he descended the hill, with all his suite as ardent as himself; but + before he reached the plain and was at the head of his musketeers, the two + companies had taken their course, dashing off with the rapidity of + lightning, and to the cry of “Vive le Roi!” They fell upon the + long column of the enemy’s cavalry like two vultures upon a serpent; + and, making a large and bloody gap, they passed beyond, and rallied behind + the Spanish bastion, leaving the enemy’s cavalry so astonished that + they thought only of re-forming their own ranks, and not of pursuing. + </p> + <p> + The French army uttered a burst of applause; the King paused in amazement. + He looked around him, and saw a burning desire for attack in all eyes; the + valor of his race shone in his own. He paused yet another instant in + suspense, listening, intoxicated, to the roar of the cannon, inhaling the + odor of the powder; he seemed to receive another life, and to become once + more a Bourbon. All-who looked on him felt as if they were commanded by + another man, when, raising his sword and his eyes toward the sun, he + cried: + </p> + <p> + “Follow me, brave friends! here I am King of France!” + </p> + <p> + His cavalry, deploying, dashed off with an ardor which devoured space, + and, raising billows of dust from the ground, which trembled beneath them, + they were in an instant mingled with the Spanish cavalry, and both were + swallowed up in an immense and fluctuating cloud. + </p> + <p> + “Now! now!” cried the Cardinal, in a voice of thunder, from + his elevation, “now remove the guns from their useless position! + Fabert, give your orders; let them be all directed upon the infantry which + slowly approaches to surround the King. Haste! save the King!” + </p> + <p> + Immediately the Cardinal’s suite, until then sitting erect as so + many statues, were in motion. The generals gave their orders; the + aides-de-camp galloped off into the plain, where, leaping over the + ditches, barriers, and palisades, they arrived at their destination as + soon as the thought that directed them and the glance that followed them. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the few and interrupted flashes which had shone from the + discouraged batteries became a continual and immense flame, leaving no + room for the smoke, which rose to the sky in an infinite number of light + and floating wreaths; the volleys of cannon, which had seemed like far and + feeble echoes, changed into a formidable thunder whose roll was as rapid + as that of drums beating the charge; while from three opposite points + large red flashes from fiery mouths fell upon the dark columns which + issued from the besieged city. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, without changing his position, but with ardent eyes and + imperative gestures, Richelieu ceased not to multiply his orders, casting + upon those who received them a look which implied a sentence of death if + he was not instantly obeyed. + </p> + <p> + “The King has overthrown the cavalry; but the foot still resist. Our + batteries have only killed, they have not conquered. Forward with three + regiments of infantry instantly, Gassion, La Meilleraie, and Lesdiguieres! + Take the enemy’s columns in flank. Order the rest of the army to + cease from the attack, and to remain motionless throughout the whole line. + Bring paper! I will write myself to Schomberg.” + </p> + <p> + A page alighted and advanced, holding a pencil and paper. The minister, + supported by four men of his suite, also alighted, but with difficulty, + uttering a cry, wrested from him by pain; but he conquered it by an + effort, and seated himself upon the carriage of a cannon. The page + presented his shoulder as a desk; and the Cardinal hastily penned that + order which contemporary manuscripts have transmitted to us, and which + might well be imitated by the diplomatists of our day, who are, it seems, + more desirous to maintain themselves in perfect balance between two ideas + than to seek those combinations which decide the destinies of the world, + regarding the clear and obvious dictates of true genius as beneath their + profound subtlety. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “M. le Marechal, do not risk anything, and reflect before you + attack. When you are thus told that the King desires you not to + risk anything, you are not to understand that his Majesty forbids + you to fight at all; but his intention is that you do not engage in + a general battle unless it be with a notable hope of gain from the + advantage which a favorable situation may present, the + responsibility of the battle naturally falling upon you.” + </pre> + <p> + These orders given, the old minister, still seated upon the gun-carriage, + his arms resting upon the touch-hole, and his chin upon his arms, in the + attitude of one who adjusts and points a cannon, continued in silence to + watch the battle, like an old wolf, which, sated with victims and torpid + with age, contemplates in the plain the ravages of a lion among a herd of + cattle, which he himself dares not attack. From time to time his eye + brightens; the smell of blood rejoices him, and he laps his burning tongue + over his toothless jaw. + </p> + <p> + On that day, it was remarked by his servants—or, in other words, by + all surrounding him—that from the time of his rising until night he + took no nourishment, and so fixed all the application of his soul on the + events which he had to conduct that he triumphed over his physical pains, + seeming, by forgetting, to have destroyed them. It was this power of + attention, this continual presence of mind, that raised him almost to + genius. He would have attained it quite, had he not lacked native + elevation of soul and generous sensibility of heart. + </p> + <p> + Everything happened upon the field of battle as he had wished, fortune + attending him there as well as in the cabinet. Louis XIII claimed with + eager hand the victory which his minister had procured for him; he had + contributed himself, however, only that grandeur which consists in + personal valor. + </p> + <p> + The cannon had ceased to roar when the broken columns of infantry fell + back into Perpignan; the remainder had met the same fate, was already + within the walls, and on the plain no living man was to be seen, save the + glittering squadrons of the King, who followed him, forming ranks as they + went. + </p> + <p> + He returned at a slow walk, and contemplated with satisfaction the + battlefield swept clear of enemies; he passed haughtily under the very + fire of the Spanish guns, which, whether from lack of skill, or by a + secret agreement with the Prime Minister, or from very shame to kill a + king of France, only sent after him a few balls, which, passing two feet + above his head, fell in front of the lines, and merely served to increase + the royal reputation for courage. + </p> + <p> + At every step, however, that he took toward the spot where Richelieu + awaited him, the King’s countenance changed and visibly fell; he + lost all the flush of combat; the noble sweat of triumph dried upon his + brow. As he approached, his usual pallor returned to his face, as if + having the right to sit alone on a royal head; his look lost its fleeting + fire, and at last, when he joined the Cardinal, a profound melancholy + entirely possessed him. He found the minister as he had left him, on + horseback; the latter, still coldly respectful, bowed, and after a few + words of compliment, placed himself near Louis to traverse the lines and + examine the results of the day, while the princes and great lords, riding + at some distance before and behind, formed a crowd around them. + </p> + <p> + The wily minister was careful not to say a word or to make a gesture that + could suggest the idea that he had had the slightest share in the events + of the day; and it was remarkable that of all those who came to hand in + their reports, there was not one who did not seem to divine his thoughts, + and exercise care not to compromise his occult power by open obedience. + All reports were made to the King. The Cardinal then traversed, by the + side of the Prince, the right of the camp, which had not been under his + view from the height where he had remained; and he saw with satisfaction + that Schomberg, who knew him well, had acted precisely as his master had + directed, bringing into action only a few of the light troops, and + fighting just enough not to incur reproach for inaction, and not enough to + obtain any distinct result. This line of conduct charmed the minister, and + did not displease the King, whose vanity cherished the idea of having been + the sole conqueror that day. He even wished to persuade himself, and to + have it supposed, that all the efforts of Schomberg had been fruitless, + saying to him that he was not angry with him, that he had himself just had + proof that the enemy before him was less despicable than had been + supposed. + </p> + <p> + “To show you that you have lost nothing in our estimation,” he + added, “we name you a knight of our order, and we give you public + and private access to our person.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal affectionately pressed his hand as he passed him, and the + Marechal, astonished at this deluge of favors, followed the Prince with + his bent head, like a culprit, recalling, to console himself, all the + brilliant actions of his career which had remained unnoticed, and mentally + attributing to them these unmerited rewards to reconcile them to his + conscience. + </p> + <p> + The King was about to retrace his steps, when the Due de Beaufort, with an + astonished air, exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “But, Sire, have I still the powder in my eyes, or have I been + sun-struck? It appears to me that I see upon yonder bastion several + cavaliers in red uniforms who greatly resemble your light horse whom we + thought to be killed.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal knitted his brows. + </p> + <p> + “Impossible, Monsieur,” he said; “the imprudence of + Monsieur de Coislin has destroyed his Majesty’s men-at-arms and + those cavaliers. It is for that reason I ventured just now to say to the + King that if the useless corps were suppressed, it might be very + advantageous from a military point of view.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardieu! your Eminence will pardon me,” answered the Duc de + Beaufort; “but I do not deceive myself, and there are seven or eight + of them driving prisoners before them.” + </p> + <p> + “Well! let us go to the point,” said the King; “if I + find my old Coislin there I shall be very glad.” + </p> + <p> + With great caution, the horses of the King and his suite passed across the + marsh, and with infinite astonishment their riders saw on the ramparts the + two red companies in battle array as on parade. + </p> + <p> + “Vive Dieu!” cried Louis; “I think that not one of them + is missing! Well, Marquis, you keep your word—you take walls on + horseback.” + </p> + <p> + “In my opinion, this point was ill chosen,” said Richelieu, + with disdain; “it in no way advances the taking of Perpignan, and + must have cost many lives.” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, you are right,” said the King, for the first time + since the intelligence of the Queen’s death addressing the Cardinal + without dryness; “I regret the blood which must have been spilled + here.” + </p> + <p> + “Only two of own young men have been wounded in the attack, Sire,” + said old Coislin; “and we have gained new companions-in-arms, in the + volunteers who guided us.” + </p> + <p> + “Who are they?” said the Prince. + </p> + <p> + “Three of them have modestly retired, Sire; but the youngest, whom + you see, was the first who proposed the assault, and the first to venture + his person in making it. The two companies claim the honor of presenting + him to your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, who was on horseback behind the old captain, took off his hat + and showed his pale face, his large, dark eyes, and his long, chestnut + hair. + </p> + <p> + “Those features remind me of some one,” said the King; “what + say you, Cardinal?” + </p> + <p> + The latter, who had already cast a penetrating glance at the newcomer, + replied: + </p> + <p> + “Unless I am mistaken, this young man is—” + </p> + <p> + “Henri d’Effiat,” said the volunteer, bowing. + </p> + <p> + “Sire, it is the same whom I had announced to your Majesty, and who + was to have been presented to you by me; the second son of the Marechal.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Louis, warmly, “I am glad to see the son of + my old friend presented by this bastion. It is a suitable introduction, my + boy, for one bearing your name. You will follow us to the camp, where we + have much to say to you. But what! you here, Monsieur de Thou? Whom have + you come to judge?” + </p> + <p> + “Sire,” answered Coislin, “he has condemned to death, + without judging, sundry Spaniards, for he was the second to enter the + place.” + </p> + <p> + “I struck no one, Monsieur,” interrupted De Thou reddening; + “it is not my business. Herein I have no merit; I merely accompanied + my friend, Monsieur de Cinq-Mars.” + </p> + <p> + “We approve your modesty as well as your bravery, and we shall not + forget this. Cardinal, is there not some presidency vacant?” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu did not like De Thou. And as the sources of his dislike were + always mysterious, it was difficult to guess the cause of this animosity; + it revealed itself in a cruel word that escaped him. The motive was a + passage in the history of the President De Thou—the father of the + young man now in question—wherein he stigmatized, in the eyes of + posterity, a granduncle of the Cardinal, an apostate monk, sullied with + every human vice. + </p> + <p> + Richelieu, bending to Joseph’s ear, whispered: + </p> + <p> + “You see that man; his father put my name into his history. Well, I + will put his into mine.” And, truly enough, he subsequently wrote it + in blood. At this moment, to avoid answering the King, he feigned not to + have heard his question, and to be wholly intent upon the merit of + Cinq-Mars and the desire to see him well placed at court. + </p> + <p> + “I promised you beforehand to make him a captain in my guards,” + said the Prince; “let him be nominated to-morrow. I would know more + of him, and raise him to a higher fortune, if he pleases me. Let us now + retire; the sun has set, and we are far from our army. Tell my two good + companies to follow us.” + </p> + <p> + The minister, after repeating the order, omitting the implied praise, + placed himself on the King’s right hand, and the whole court quitted + the bastion, now confided to the care of the Swiss, and returned to the + camp. + </p> + <p> + The two red companies defiled slowly through the breach which they had + effected with such promptitude; their countenances were grave and silent. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars went up to his friend. + </p> + <p> + “These are heroes but ill recompensed,” said he; “not a + favor, not a compliment.” + </p> + <p> + “I, on the other hand,” said the simple De Thou “I, who + came here against my will—receive one. Such are courts, such is + life; but above us is the true judge, whom men can not blind.” + </p> + <p> + “This will not prevent us from meeting death tomorrow, if necessary,” + said the young Olivier, laughing. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. THE BLUNDERS + </h2> + <p> + In order to appear before the King, Cinq-Mars had been compelled to mount + the charger of one of the light horse, wounded in the affair, having lost + his own at the foot of the rampart. As the two companies were marching + out, he felt some one touch his shoulder, and, turning round, saw old + Grandchamp leading a very beautiful gray horse. + </p> + <p> + “Will Monsieur le Marquis mount a horse of his own?” said he. + “I have put on the saddle and housings of velvet embroidered in gold + that remained in the trench. Alas, when I think that a Spaniard might have + taken it, or even a Frenchman! For just now there are so many people who + take all they find, as if it were their own; and then, as the proverb + says, ‘What falls in the ditch is for the soldier.’ They might + also have taken the four hundred gold crowns that Monsieur le Marquis, be + it said without reproach, forgot to take out of the holsters. And the + pistols! Oh, what pistols! I bought them in Germany; and here they are as + good as ever, and with their locks perfect. It was quite enough to kill + the poor little black horse, that was born in England as sure as I was at + Tours in Touraine, without also exposing these valuables to pass into the + hands of the enemy.” + </p> + <p> + While making this lamentation, the worthy man finished saddling the gray + horse. The column was long enough filing out to give him time to pay + scrupulous attention to the length of the stirrups and of the bands, all + the while continuing his harangue. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, Monsieur, for being somewhat slow about this; + but I sprained my arm slightly in lifting Monsieur de Thou, who himself + raised Monsieur le Marquis during the grand scuffle.” + </p> + <p> + “How camest thou there at all, stupid?” said Cinq-Mars. + “That is not thy business. I told thee to remain in the camp.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, as to remaining in the camp, that is out of the question. I can’t + stay there; when I hear a musket-shot, I should be ill did I not see the + flash. As for my business, that is to take care of your horses, and you + are on them. Monsieur, think you I should not have saved, had I been able, + the life of the poor black horse down there in the trench? Ah, how I loved + him!—a horse that gained three races in his time—a time too + short for those who loved him as I loved him! He never would take his corn + but from his dear Grandchamp; and then he would caress me with his head. + The end of my left ear that he carried away one day—poor fellow!—proves + it, for it was not out of ill-will he bit it off; quite the contrary. You + should have heard how he neighed with rage when any one else came near + him; that was the reason why he broke Jean’s leg. Good creature, I + loved him so! + </p> + <p> + “When he fell I held him on one side with one hand and M. de + Locmaria with the other. I thought at first that both he and that + gentleman would recover; but unhappily only one of them returned to life, + and that was he whom I least knew. You seem to be laughing at what I say + about your horse, Monsieur; you forget that in times of war the horse is + the soul of the cavalier. Yes, Monsieur, his soul; for what is it that + intimidates the infantry? It is the horse! It certainly is not the man, + who, once seated, is little more than a bundle of hay. Who is it that + performs the fine deeds that men admire? The horse. There are times when + his master, who a moment before would rather have been far away, finds + himself victorious and rewarded for his horse’s valor, while the + poor beast gets nothing but blows. Who is it gains the prize in the race? + The horse, that sups hardly better than usual, while the master pockets + the gold, and is envied by his friends and admired by all the lords as if + he had run himself. Who is it that hunts the roebuck, yet puts but a + morsel in his own mouth? Again, the horse; sometimes the horse is even + eaten himself, poor animal! I remember in a campaign with Monsieur le + Marechal, it happened that—But what is the matter, Monsieur, you + grow pale?” + </p> + <p> + “Bind up my leg with something—a handkerchief, a strap, or + what you will. I feel a burning pain there; I know not what.” + </p> + <p> + “Your boot is cut, Monsieur. It may be some ball; however, lead is + the friend of man.” + </p> + <p> + “It is no friend of mine, at all events.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, who loves, chastens! Lead must not be ill spoken of! What is + that—” + </p> + <p> + While occupied in binding his master’s leg below the knee, the + worthy Grandchamp was about to hold forth in praise of lead as absurdly as + he had in praise of the horse, when he was forced, as well as Cinq-Mars, + to hear a warm and clamorous dispute among some Swiss soldiers who had + remained behind the other troops. They were talking with much + gesticulation, and seemed busied with two men among a group of about + thirty soldiers. + </p> + <p> + D’Effiat, still holding out his leg to his servant, and leaning on + the saddle of his horse, tried, by listening attentively, to understand + the subject of the colloquy; but he knew nothing of German, and could not + comprehend the dispute. Grandchamp, who, still holding the boot, had also + been listening very seriously, suddenly burst into loud laughter, holding + his sides in a manner not usual with him. + </p> + <p> + “Ha, ha, ha! Monsieur, here are two sergeants disputing which they + ought to hang of the two Spaniards there; for your red comrades did not + take the trouble to tell them. One of the Swiss says that it’s the + officer, the other that it’s the soldier; a third has just made a + proposition for meeting the difficulty.” + </p> + <p> + “And what does he say?” + </p> + <p> + “He suggests that they hang them both.” + </p> + <p> + “Stop! stop!” cried Cinq-Mars to the soldiers, attempting to + walk; but his leg would not support him. + </p> + <p> + “Put me on my horse, Grandchamp.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, you forget your wound.” + </p> + <p> + “Do as I command, and then mount thyself.” + </p> + <p> + The old servant grumblingly obeyed, and then galloped off, in fulfilment + of another imperative order, to stop the Swiss, who were just about to + hang their two prisoners to a tree, or to let them hang themselves; for + the officer, with the sang-froid of his nation, had himself passed the + running noose of a rope around his own neck, and, without being told, had + ascended a small ladder placed against the tree, in order to tie the other + end of the rope to one of its branches. The soldier, with the same calm + indifference, was looking on at the Swiss disputing around him, while + holding the ladder. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars arrived in time to save them, gave his name to the Swiss + sergeant, and, employing Grandchamp as interpreter, said that the two + prisoners were his, and that he would take them to his tent; that he was a + captain in the guards, and would be responsible for them. The German, ever + exact in discipline, made no reply; the only resistance was on the part of + the prisoner. The officer, still on the top of the ladder, turned round, + and speaking thence as from a pulpit, said, with a sardonic laugh: + </p> + <p> + “I should much like to know what you do here? Who told you I wished + to live?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not ask to know anything about that,” said Cinq-Mars; + “it matters not to me what becomes of you afterward. All I propose + now is to prevent an act which seems to me unjust and cruel. You may kill + yourself afterward, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “Well said,” returned the ferocious Spaniard; “you + please me. I thought at first you meant to affect the generous in order to + oblige me to be grateful, which is a thing I detest. Well, I consent to + come down; but I shall hate you as much as ever, for you are a Frenchman. + Nor do I thank you, for you only discharge a debt you owe me, since it was + I who this morning kept you from being shot by this young soldier while he + was taking aim at you; and he is a man who never missed a chamois in the + mountains of Leon.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it as you will,” said Cinq-Mars; “come down.” + </p> + <p> + It was his character ever to assume with others the mien they wore toward + him; and the rudeness of the Spaniard made him as hard as iron toward him. + </p> + <p> + “A proud rascal that, Monsieur,” said Grandchamp; “in + your place Monsieur le Marechal would certainly have left him on his + ladder. Come, Louis, Etienne, Germain, escort Monsieur’s prisoners—a + fine acquisition, truly! If they bring you any luck, I shall be very much + surprised.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, suffering from the motion of his horse, rode only at the pace + of his prisoners on foot, and was accordingly at a distance behind the red + companies, who followed close upon the King. He meditated on his way what + it could be that the Prince desired to say to him. A ray of hope presented + to his mind the figure of Marie de Mantua in the distance; and for a + moment his thoughts were calmed. But all his future lay in that brief + sentence—“to please the King”; and he began to reflect + upon all the bitterness in which his task might involve him. + </p> + <p> + At that moment he saw approaching his friend, De Thou, who, anxious at his + remaining behind, had sought him in the plain, eager to aid him if + necessary. + </p> + <p> + “It is late, my friend; night approaches. You have delayed long; I + feared for you. Whom have you here? What has detained you? The King will + soon be asking for you.” + </p> + <p> + Such were the rapid inquiries of the young counsellor, whose anxiety, more + than the battle itself, had made him lose his accustomed serenity. + </p> + <p> + “I was slightly wounded; I bring a prisoner, and I was thinking of + the King. What can he want me for, my friend? What must I do if he + proposes to place me about his person? I must please him; and at this + thought—shall I own it?—I am tempted to fly. But I trust that + I shall not have that fatal honor. ‘To please,’ how + humiliating the word! ‘to obey’ quite the opposite! A soldier + runs the chance of death, and there’s an end. But in what base + compliances, what sacrifices of himself, what compositions with his + conscience, what degradation of his own thought, may not a courtier be + involved! Ah, De Thou, my dear De Thou! I am not made for the court; I + feel it, though I have seen it but for a moment. There is in my + temperament a certain savageness, which education has polished only on the + surface. At a distance, I thought myself adapted to live in this + all-powerful world; I even desired it, led by a cherished hope of my + heart. But I shuddered at the first step; I shuddered at the mere sight of + the Cardinal. The recollection of the last of his crimes, at which I was + present, kept me from addressing him. He horrifies me; I never can endure + to be near him. The King’s favor, too, has that about it which + dismays me, as if I knew it would be fatal to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to perceive this apprehension in you; it may be most + salutary,” said De Thou, as they rode on. “You are about to + enter into contact with power. Before, you did not even conceive it; now + you will touch it with your very hand. You will see what it is, and what + hand hurls the lightning. Heaven grant that that lightning may never + strike you! You will probably be present in those councils which regulate + the destiny of nations; you will see, you will perchance originate, those + caprices whence are born sanguinary wars, conquests, and treaties; you + will hold in your hand the drop of water which swells into mighty + torrents. It is only from high places that men can judge of human affairs; + you must look from the mountaintop ere you can appreciate the littleness + of those things which from below appear to us great.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, were I on those heights, I should at least learn the lesson you + speak of; but this Cardinal, this man to whom I must be under obligation, + this man whom I know too well by his works—what will he be to me?” + </p> + <p> + “A friend, a protector, no doubt,” answered De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “Death were a thousand times preferable to his friendship! I hate + his whole being, even his very name; he spills the blood of men with the + cross of the Redeemer!” + </p> + <p> + “What horrors are you saying, my friend? You will ruin yourself if + you reveal your sentiments respecting the Cardinal to the King.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind; in the midst of these tortuous ways, I desire to take a + new one, the right line. My whole opinion, the opinion of a just man, + shall be unveiled to the King himself, if he interrogate me, even should + it cost me my head. I have at last seen this King, who has been described + to me as so weak; I have seen him, and his aspect has touched me to the + heart in spite of myself. Certainly, he is very unfortunate, but he can + not be cruel; he will listen to the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but he will not dare to make it triumph,” answered the + sage De Thou. “Beware of this warmth of heart, which often draws you + by sudden and dangerous movements. Do not attack a colossus like Richelieu + without having measured him.” + </p> + <p> + “That is just like my tutor, the Abbe Quillet. My dear and prudent + friend, neither the one nor the other of you know me; you do not know how + weary I am of myself, and whither I have cast my gaze. I must mount or + die.” + </p> + <p> + “What! already ambitious?” exclaimed De Thou, with extreme + surprise. + </p> + <p> + His friend inclined his head upon his hands, abandoning the reins of his + horse, and did not answer. + </p> + <p> + “What! has this selfish passion of a riper age obtained possession + of you at twenty, Henri? Ambition is the saddest of all hopes.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet it possesses me entirely at present, for I see only by + means of it, and by it my whole heart is penetrated.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Cinq-Mars, I no longer recognize you! how different you were + formerly! I do not conceal from you that you appear to me to have + degenerated. In those walks of our childhood, when the life, and, above + all, the death of Socrates, caused tears of admiration and envy to flow + from our eyes; when, raising ourselves to the ideal of the highest virtue, + we wished that those illustrious sorrows, those sublime misfortunes, which + create great men, might in the future come upon us; when we constructed + for ourselves imaginary occasions of sacrifices and devotion—if the + voice of a man had pronounced, between us two, the single world, ‘ambition,’ + we should have believed that we were touching a serpent.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou spoke with the heat of enthusiasm and of reproach. Cinq-Mars went + on without answering, and still with his face in his hands. After an + instant of silence he removed them, and allowed his eyes to be seen, full + of generous tears. He pressed the hand of his friend warmly, and said to + him, with a penetrating accent: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur de Thou, you have recalled to me the most beautiful + thoughts of my earliest youth. Do not believe that I have fallen; I am + consumed by a secret hope which I can not confide even to you. I despise, + as much as you, the ambition which will seem to possess me. All the world + will believe in it; but what do I care for the world? As for you, noble + friend, promise me that you will not cease to esteem me, whatever you may + see me do. I swear that my thoughts are as pure as heaven itself!” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said De Thou, “I swear by heaven that I believe + you blindly; you give me back my life!” + </p> + <p> + They shook hands again with effusion of heart, and then perceived that + they had arrived almost before the tent of the King. + </p> + <p> + Day was nearly over; but one might have believed that a softer day was + rising, for the moon issued from the sea in all her splendor. The + transparent sky of the south showed not a single cloud, and it seemed like + a veil of pale blue sown with silver spangles; the air, still hot, was + agitated only by the rare passage of breezes from the Mediterranean; and + all sounds had ceased upon the earth. The fatigued army reposed beneath + their tents, the line of which was marked by the fires, and the besieged + city seemed oppressed by the same slumber; upon its ramparts nothing was + to be seen but the arms of the sentinels, which shone in the rays of the + moon, or the wandering fire of the night-rounds. Nothing was to be heard + but the gloomy and prolonged cries of its guards, who warned one another + not to sleep. + </p> + <p> + It was only around the King that all things waked, but at a great distance + from him. This Prince had dismissed all his suite; he walked alone before + his tent, and, pausing sometimes to contemplate the beauty of the heavens, + he appeared plunged in melancholy meditation. No one dared to interrupt + him; and those of the nobility who had remained in the royal quarters had + gathered about the Cardinal, who, at twenty paces from the King, was + seated upon a little hillock of turf, fashioned into a seat by the + soldiers. There he wiped his pale forehead, fatigued with the cares of the + day and with the unaccustomed weight of a suit of armor; he bade adieu, in + a few hurried but always attentive and polite words, to those who came to + salute him as they retired. No one was near him now except Joseph, who was + talking with Laubardemont. The Cardinal was looking at the King, to see + whether, before reentering, this Prince would not speak to him, when the + sound of the horses of Cinq-Mars was heard. The Cardinal’s guards + questioned him, and allowed him to advance without followers, and only + with De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “You are come too late, young man, to speak with the King,” + said the Cardinal-Duke with a sharp voice. “One can not make his + Majesty wait.” + </p> + <p> + The two friends were about to retire, when the voice of Louis XIII himself + made itself heard. This Prince was at that moment in one of those false + positions which constituted the misfortune of his whole life. Profoundly + irritated against his minister, but not concealing from himself that he + owed the success of the day to him, desiring, moreover, to announce to him + his intention to quit the army and to raise the siege of Perpignan, he was + torn between the desire of speaking to the Cardinal and the fear lest his + anger might be weakened. The minister, upon his part, dared not be the + first to speak, being uncertain as to the thoughts which occupied his + master, and fearing to choose his time ill, but yet not able to decide + upon retiring. Both found themselves precisely in the position of two + lovers who have quarrelled and desire to have an explanation, when the + King, seized with joy the first opportunity of extricating himself. The + chance was fatal to the minister. See upon what trifles depend those + destinies which are called great. + </p> + <p> + “Is it not Monsieur de Cinq-Mars?” said the King, in a loud + voice. “Let him approach; I am waiting for him.” + </p> + <p> + Young D’Effiat approached on horseback, and at some paces from the + King desired to set foot to earth; but hardly had his leg touched the + ground when he dropped upon his knees. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon, Sire!” said he, “I believe that I am wounded;” + and the blood issued violently from his boot. + </p> + <p> + De Thou had seen him fall, and had approached to sustain him. Richelieu + seized this opportunity of advancing also, with dissembled eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “Remove this spectacle from the eyes of the King,” said he. + “You see very well that this young man is dying.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all,” said Louis, himself supporting him; “a + king of France knows how to see a man die, and has no fear of the blood + which flows for him. This young man interests me. Let him be carried into + my tent, and let my doctors attend him. If his wound is not serious, he + shall come with me to Paris, for the siege is suspended, Monsieur le + Cardinal. Such is my desire; other affairs call me to the centre of the + kingdom. I will leave you here to command in my absence. This is what I + desired to say to you.” + </p> + <p> + With these words the King went abruptly into his tent, preceded by his + pages and his officers, carrying flambeaux. + </p> + <p> + The royal pavilion was closed, and Cinq-Mars was borne in by De Thou and + his people, while the Duc de Richelieu, motionless and stupefied, still + regarded the spot where this scene had passed. He appeared thunder-struck, + and incapable of seeing or hearing those who observed him. + </p> + <p> + Laubardemont, still intimidated by his ill reception of the preceding day, + dared not speak a word to him, and Joseph hardly recognized in him his + former master. For an instant he regretted having given himself to him, + and fancied that his star was waning; but, reflecting that he was hated by + all men and had no resource save in Richelieu, he seized him by the arm, + and, shaking him roughly, said to him in a low voice, but harshly: + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Monseigneur, you are chickenhearted; come with us.” + </p> + <p> + And, appearing to sustain him by the elbow, but in fact drawing him in + spite of himself, with the aid of Laubardemont, he made him enter his + tent, as a schoolmaster forces a schoolboy to rest, fearing the effects of + the evening mist upon him. + </p> + <p> + The prematurely aged man slowly obeyed the wishes of his two parasites, + and the purple of the pavilion dropped upon him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. THE NIGHT-WATCH + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! + The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight, + Cold, fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. + What do I fear? Myself? + I love myself! + SHAKESPEARE. +</pre> + <p> + Hardly was the Cardinal in his tent before he dropped, armed and + cuirassed, into a great armchair; and there, holding his handkerchief to + his mouth with a fixed gaze, he remained in this attitude, letting his two + dark confidants wonder whether contemplation or annihilation maintained + him in it. He was deadly pale, and a cold sweat streamed upon his brow. In + wiping it with a sudden movement, he threw behind him his red cap, the + only ecclesiastical sign which remained upon him, and again rested with + his mouth upon his hands. The Capuchin on one side, and the sombre + magistrate on the other, considered him in silence, and seemed, with their + brown and black costumes like the priest and the notary of a dying man. + </p> + <p> + The friar, drawing from the depth of his chest a voice that seemed better + suited to repeat the service of the dead than to administer consolation, + spoke first: + </p> + <p> + “If Monseigneur will recall my counsels given at Narbonne, he will + confess that I had a just presentiment of the troubles which this young + man would one day cause him.” + </p> + <p> + The magistrate continued: + </p> + <p> + “I have learned from the old deaf abbe who dined at the house of the + Marechale d’Effiat, and who heard all, that this young Cinq-Mars + exhibited more energy than one would have imagined, and that he attempted + to rescue the Marechal de Bassompierre. I have still by me the detailed + report of the deaf man, who played his part very well. His Eminence the + Cardinal must be sufficiently convinced by it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told Monseigneur,” resumed Joseph—for these two + ferocious Seyds alternated their discourse like the shepherds of Virgil—“I + have told him that it would be well to get rid of this young D’Effiat, + and that I would charge myself with the business, if such were his good + pleasure. It would be easy to destroy him in the opinion of the King.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be safer to make him die of his wound,” answered + Laubardemont; “if his Eminence would have the goodness to command + me, I know intimately the assistant-physician, who cured me of a blow on + the forehead, and is now attending to him. He is a prudent man, entirely + devoted to Monseigneur the Cardinal-Duke, and whose affairs have been + somewhat embarrassed by gambling.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe,” replied Joseph, with an air of modesty, mingled + with a touch of bitterness, “that if his Excellency proposed to + employ any one in this useful project, it should be his accustomed + negotiator, who has had some success in the past.” + </p> + <p> + “I fancy that I could enumerate some signal instances,” + answered Laubardemont, “and very recent ones, of which the + difficulty was great.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, no doubt,” said the father, with a bow and an air of + consideration and politeness, “your most bold and skilfully executed + commission was the trial of Urbain Grandier, the magician. But, with + Heaven’s assistance, one may be enabled to do things quite as worthy + and bold. It is not without merit, for instance,” added he, dropping + his eyes like a young girl, “to have extirpated vigorously a royal + Bourbon branch.” + </p> + <p> + “It was not very difficult,” answered the magistrate, with + bitterness, “to select a soldier from the guards to kill the Comte + de Soissons; but to preside, to judge—” + </p> + <p> + “And to execute one’s self,” interrupted the heated + Capuchin, “is certainly less difficult than to educate a man from + infancy in the thought of accomplishing great things with discretion, and + to bear all tortures, if necessary, for the love of heaven, rather than + reveal the name of those who have armed him with their justice, or to die + courageously upon the body of him that he has struck, as did one who was + commissioned by me. He uttered no cry at the blow of the sword of + Riquemont, the equerry of the Prince. He died like a saint; he was my + pupil.” + </p> + <p> + “To give orders is somewhat different from running risk one’s + self.” + </p> + <p> + “And did I risk nothing at the siege of Rochelle?” + </p> + <p> + “Of being drowned in a sewer, no doubt,” said Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + “And you,” said Joseph, “has your danger been that of + catching your fingers in instruments of torture? And all this because the + Abbess of the Ursulines is your niece.” + </p> + <p> + “It was a good thing for your brothers of Saint Francis, who held + the hammers; but I—I was struck in the forehead by this same + Cinq-Mars, who was leading an enraged multitude.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you quite sure of that?” cried Joseph, delighted. “Did + he dare to act thus against the commands of the King?” The joy which + this discovery gave him made him forget his anger. + </p> + <p> + “Fools!” exclaimed the Cardinal, suddenly breaking his long + silence, and taking from his lips his handkerchief stained with blood. + “I would punish your angry dispute had it not taught me many secrets + of infamy on your part. You have exceeded my orders; I commanded no + torture, Laubardemont. That is your second fault. You cause me to be hated + for nothing; that was useless. But you, Joseph, do not neglect the details + of this disturbance in which Cinq-Mars was engaged; it may be of use in + the end.” + </p> + <p> + “I have all the names and descriptions,” said the secret + judge, eagerly, bending his tall form and thin, olive-colored visage, + wrinkled with a servile smile, down to the armchair. + </p> + <p> + “It is well! it is well!” said the minister, pushing him back; + “but that is not the question yet. You, Joseph, be in Paris before + this young upstart, who will become a favorite, I am certain. Become his + friend; make him of my party or destroy him. Let him serve me or fall. + But, above all, send me every day safe persons to give me verbal accounts. + I will have no more writing for the future. I am much displeased with you, + Joseph. What a miserable courier you chose to send from Cologne! He could + not understand me. He saw the King too soon, and here we are still in + disgrace in consequence. You have just missed ruining me entirely. Go and + observe what is about to be done in Paris. A conspiracy will soon be + hatched against me; but it will be the last. I remain here in order to let + them all act more freely. Go, both of you, and send me my valet after the + lapse of two hours; I wish now to be alone.” + </p> + <p> + The steps of the two men were still to be heard as Richelieu, with eyes + fixed upon the entrance to the tent, pursued them with his irritated + glance. + </p> + <p> + “Wretches!” he exclaimed, when he was alone, “go and + accomplish some more secret work, and afterward I will crush you, in pure + instruments of my power. The King will soon succumb beneath the slow + malady which consumes him. I shall then be regent; I shall be King of + France myself; I shall no longer have to dread the caprices of his + weakness. I will destroy the haughty races of this country. I will be + alone above them all. Europe shall tremble.” + </p> + <p> + Here the blood, which again filled his mouth, obliged him to apply his + handkerchief to it once more. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, what do I say? Unhappy victim that I am! Here am I, + death-stricken! My dissolution is near; my blood flows, and my spirit + desires to labor still. Why? For whom? Is it for glory? That is an empty + word. Is it for men? I despise them. For whom, then, since I shall die, + perhaps, in two or three years? Is it for God? What a name! I have not + walked with Him! He has seen all—” + </p> + <p> + Here he let his head fall upon his breast, and his eyes met the great + cross of gold which was suspended from his neck. He could not help + throwing himself back in his chair; but it followed him. He took it; and + considering it with fixed and devouring looks, he said in a low voice: + </p> + <p> + “Terrible sign! thou followest me! Shall I find thee elsewhere—divinity + and suffering? What am I? What have I done?” + </p> + <p> + For the first time a singular and unknown terror penetrated him. He + trembled, at once frozen and scorched by an invincible shudder. He dared + not lift his eyes, fearing to meet some terrible vision. He dared not + call, fearing to hear the sound of his own voice. He remained profoundly + plunged in meditations on eternity, so terrible for him, and he murmured + the following kind of prayer: + </p> + <p> + “Great God, if Thou hearest me, judge me then, but do not isolate me + in judging me! Look upon me, surrounded by the men of my generation; + consider the immense work I had undertaken! Was not an enormous lever + wanted to bestir those masses; and if this lever in falling crushes some + useless wretches, am I very culpable? I seem wicked to men; but Thou, + Supreme judge, dost thou regard me thus? + </p> + <p> + “No; Thou knowest it is boundless power which makes creature + culpable against creature. It is not Armand de Richelieu who destroys; it + is the Prime-Minister. It is not for his personal injuries; it is to carry + out a system. But a system—what is this word? Is it permitted me to + play thus with men, to regard them as numbers for working out a thought, + which perhaps is false? I overturn the framework of the throne. What if, + without knowing it, I sap its foundations and hasten its fall! Yes, my + borrowed power has seduced me. O labyrinth! O weakness of human thought! + Simple faith, why did I quit thy path? Why am I not a simple priest? If I + dared to break with man and give myself to God, the ladder of Jacob would + again descend in my dreams.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment his ear was struck by a great noise outside—laughter + of soldiers, ferocious shouts and oaths, mingled with words which were a + long time sustained by a weak yet clear voice; one would have said it was + the voice of an angel interrupted by the laughter of demons. He rose and + opened a sort of linen window, worked in the side of his square tent. A + singular spectacle presented itself to his view; he remained some instants + contemplating it, attentive to the conversation which was going on. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, listen, La Valeur!” said one soldier to another. + “See, she begins again to speak and to sing!” + </p> + <p> + “Put her in the middle of the circle, between us and the fire.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not know her! You do not know her!” said another. + “But here is Grand-Ferre, who says that he knows her.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I tell you I know her; and, by Saint Peter of Loudun, I will + swear that I have seen her in my village, when I had leave of absence; and + it was upon an occasion at which one shuddered, but concerning which one + dares not talk, especially to a Cardinalist like you.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh! and pray why dare not one speak of it, you great simpleton?” + said an old soldier, twisting up his moustache. + </p> + <p> + “It is not spoken of because it burns the tongue. Do you understand + that?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don’t understand it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, nor I neither; but certain citizens told it to me.” + </p> + <p> + Here a general laugh interrupted him. + </p> + <p> + “Ha, ha, ha! is he a fool?” said one. “He listens to + what the townsfolk tell him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, well! if you listen to their gabble, you have time to lose,” + said another. + </p> + <p> + “You do not know, then, what my mother said, greenhorn?” said + the eldest, gravely dropping his eyes with a solemn air, to compel + attention. + </p> + <p> + “Eh! how can you think that I know it, La Pipe? Your mother must + have died of old age before my grandfather came into the world.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, greenhorn, I will tell you! You shall know, first of all, + that my mother was a respectable Bohemian, as much attached to the + regiment of carabineers of La Roque as my dog Canon there. She carried + brandy round her neck in a barrel, and drank better than the best of us. + She had fourteen husbands, all soldiers, who died upon the field of + battle.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! that was a woman!” interrupted the soldiers, full of + respect. + </p> + <p> + “And never once in her life did she speak to a townsman, unless it + was to say to him on coming to her lodging, ‘Light my candle and + warm my soup.’” + </p> + <p> + “Well, and what was it that your mother said to you?” + </p> + <p> + “If you are in such a hurry, you shall not know, greenhorn. She said + habitually in her talk, ‘A soldier is better than a dog; but a dog + is better than a bourgeois.’” + </p> + <p> + “Bravo! bravo! that was well said!” cried the soldier, filled + with enthusiasm at these fine words. + </p> + <p> + “That,” said Grand-Ferre, “does not prove that the + citizens who made the remark to me that it burned the tongue were in the + right; besides, they were not altogether citizens, for they had swords, + and they were grieved at a cure being burned, and so was I.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh! what was it to you that they burned your cure, great simpleton?” + said a sergeant, leaning upon the fork of his arquebus; “after him + another would come. You might have taken one of our generals in his stead, + who are all cures at present; for me, I am a Royalist, and I say it + frankly.” + </p> + <p> + “Hold your tongue!” cried La Pipe; “let the girl speak. + It is these dogs of Royalists who always disturb us in our amusements.” + </p> + <p> + “What say you?” answered Grand-Ferre. “Do you even know + what it is to be a Royalist?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said La Pipe; “I know you all very well. Go, you + are for the old self-called princes of the peace, together with the + wranglers against the Cardinal and the gabelle. Am I right or not?” + </p> + <p> + “No, old red-stocking. A Royalist is one who is for the King; that’s + what it is. And as my father was the King’s valet, I am for the + King, you see; and I have no liking for the red-stockings, I can tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you call me red-stocking, eh?” answered the old soldier. + “You shall give me satisfaction to-morrow morning. If you had made + war in the Valteline, you would not talk like that; and if you had seen + his Eminence marching upon the dike at Rochelle, with the old Marquis de + Spinola, while volleys of cannonshot were sent after him, you would have + nothing to say about red-stockings.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, let us amuse ourselves, instead of quarrelling,” said + the other soldiers. + </p> + <p> + The men who conversed thus were standing round a great fire, which + illuminated them more than the moon, beautiful as it was; and in the + centre of the group was the object of their gathering and their cries. The + Cardinal perceived a young woman arrayed in black and covered with a long, + white veil. Her feet were bare; a thick cord clasped her elegant figure; a + long rosary fell from her neck almost to her feet, and her hands, delicate + and white as ivory, turned its beads and made them pass rapidly beneath + her fingers. The soldiers, with a barbarous joy, amused themselves with + laying little brands in her way to burn her naked feet. The oldest took + the smoking match of his arquebus, and, approaching it to the edge of her + robe, said in a hoarse voice: + </p> + <p> + “Come, madcap, tell me your history, or I will fill you with powder + and blow you up like a mine; take care, for I have already played that + trick to others besides you, in the old wars of the Huguenots. Come, sing.” + </p> + <p> + The young woman, looking at him gravely, made no reply, but lowered her + veil. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t manage her well,” said Grand-Ferre, with a + drunken laugh; “you will make her cry. You don’t know the fine + language of the court; let me speak to her.” And, touching her on + the chin, “My little heart,” he said, “if you will + please, my sweet, to resume the little story you told just now to these + gentlemen, I will pray you to travel with me upon the river Du Tendre, as + the great ladies of Paris say, and to take a glass of brandy with your + faithful chevalier, who met you formerly at Loudun, when you played a + comedy in order to burn a poor devil.” + </p> + <p> + The young woman crossed her arms, and, looking around her with an + imperious air, cried: + </p> + <p> + “Withdraw, in the name of the God of armies; withdraw, impious men! + There is nothing in common between us. I do not understand your tongue, + nor you mine. Go, sell your blood to the princes of the earth at so many + oboles a day, and leave me to accomplish my mission! Conduct me to the + Cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + A coarse laugh interrupted her. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think,” said a carabineer of Maurevert, “that + his Eminence the Generalissimo will receive you with your feet naked? Go + and wash them.” + </p> + <p> + “The Lord has said, ‘Jerusalem, lift thy robe, and pass the + rivers of water,’” she answered, her arms still crossed. + “Let me be conducted to the Cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu cried in a loud voice, “Bring the woman to me, and let her + alone!” + </p> + <p> + All were silent; they conducted her to the minister. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said she, beholding him—“why bring me + before an armed man?” + </p> + <p> + They left her alone with him without answering. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal looked at her with a suspicious air. “Madame,” + said he, “what are you doing in the camp at this hour? And if your + mind is not disordered, why these naked feet?” + </p> + <p> + “It is a vow; it is a vow,” answered the young woman, with an + air of impatience, seating herself beside him abruptly. “I have also + made a vow not to eat until I have found the man I seek.” + </p> + <p> + “My sister,” said the Cardinal, astonished and softened, + looking closely at her, “God does not exact such rigors from a weak + body, and particularly from one of your age, for you seem very young.” + </p> + <p> + “Young! oh, yes, I was very young a few days ago; but I have since + passed two existences at least, so much have I thought and suffered. Look + on my countenance.” + </p> + <p> + And she discovered a face of perfect beauty. Black and very regular eyes + gave life to it; but in their absence one might have thought her features + were those of a phantom, she was so pale. Her lips were blue and + quivering; and a strong shudder made her teeth chatter. + </p> + <p> + “You are ill, my sister,” said the minister, touched, taking + her hand, which he felt to be burning hot. A sort of habit of inquiring + concerning his own health, and that of others, made him touch the pulse of + her emaciated arm; he felt that the arteries were swollen by the beatings + of a terrible fever. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” he continued, with more of interest, “you have + killed yourself with rigors beyond human strength! I have always blamed + them, and especially at a tender age. What, then, has induced you to do + this? Is it to confide it to me that you are come? Speak calmly, and be + sure of succor.” + </p> + <p> + “Confide in men!” answered the young woman; “oh, no, + never! All have deceived me. I will confide myself to no one, not even to + Monsieur Cinq-Mars, although he must soon die.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Richelieu, contracting his brows, but with a + bitter laugh,—“what! do you know this young man? Has he been + the cause of your misfortune?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no! He is very good, and hates wickedness; that is what will + ruin him. Besides,” said she, suddenly assuming a harsh and savage + air, “men are weak, and there are things which women must + accomplish. When there were no more valiant men in Israel, Deborah arose.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! how came you with all this fine learning?” continued the + Cardinal, still holding her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I can’t explain that!” answered she, with a + touching air of naivete and a very gentle voice; “you would not + understand me. It is the Devil who has taught me all, and who has + destroyed me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my child! it is always he who destroys us; but he instructs us + ill,” said Richelieu, with an air of paternal protection and an + increasing pity. “What have been your faults? Tell them to me; I am + very powerful.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said she, with a look of doubt, “you have much + influence over warriors, brave men and generals! Beneath your cuirass must + beat a noble heart; you are an old General who knows nothing of the tricks + of crime.” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu smiled; this mistake flattered him. + </p> + <p> + “I heard you ask for the Cardinal; do you desire to see him? Did you + come here to seek him?” + </p> + <p> + The girl drew back and placed a finger upon her forehead. + </p> + <p> + “I had forgotten it,” said she; “you have talked to me + too much. I had overlooked this idea, and yet it is an important one; it + is for that that I have condemned myself to the hunger which is killing + me. I must accomplish it, or I shall die first. Ah,” said she, + putting her hand beneath her robe in her bosom, whence she appeared to + take something, “behold it! this idea—” + </p> + <p> + She suddenly blushed, and her eyes widened extraordinarily. She continued, + bending to the ear of the Cardinal: + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you; listen! Urbain Grandier, my lover Urbain, told me + this night that it was Richelieu who had been the cause of his death. I + took a knife from an inn, and I come here to kill him; tell me where he + is.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, surprised and terrified, recoiled with horror. He dared not + call his guards, fearing the cries of this woman and her accusations; + nevertheless, a transport of this madness might be fatal to him. + </p> + <p> + “This frightful history will pursue me everywhere!” cried he, + looking fixedly at her, and thinking within himself of the course he + should take. + </p> + <p> + They remained in silence, face to face, in the same attitude, like two + wrestlers who contemplate before attacking each other, or like the pointer + and his victim petrified by the power of a look. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time, Laubardemont and Joseph had gone forth together; and ere + separating they talked for a moment before the tent of the Cardinal, + because they were eager mutually to deceive each other. Their hatred had + acquired new force by their recent quarrel; and each had resolved to ruin + his rival in the mind of his master. The judge then began the dialogue, + which each of them had prepared, taking the arm of the other as by one and + the same movement. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, reverend father! how you have afflicted me by seeming to take + in ill part the trifling pleasantries which I said to you just now.” + </p> + <p> + “Heavens, no! my dear Monsieur, I am far from that. Charity, where + would be charity? I have sometimes a holy warmth in conversation, for the + good of the State and of Monseigneur, to whom I am entirely devoted.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, who knows it better than I, reverend father? But render me + justice; you also know how completely I am attached to his Eminence the + Cardinal, to whom I owe all. Alas! I have employed too much zeal in + serving him, since he reproaches me with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Reassure yourself,” said Joseph; “he bears no ill-will + toward you. I know him well; he can appreciate one’s actions in + favor of one’s family. He, too, is a very good relative.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there it is,” answered Laubardemont; “consider my + condition. My niece would have been totally ruined at her convent had + Urbain triumphed; you feel that as well as I do, particularly as she did + not quite comprehend us, and acted the child when she was compelled to + appear.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible? In full audience! What you tell me indeed makes me + feel for you. How painful it must have been!” + </p> + <p> + “More so than you can imagine. She forgot, in her madness, all that + she had been told, committed a thousand blunders in Latin, which we + patched up as well as we could; and she even caused an unpleasant scene on + the day of the trial, very unpleasant for me and the judges—there + were swoons and shrieks. Ah, I swear that I would have scolded her well + had I not been forced to quit precipitately that, little town of Loudun. + But, you see, it is natural enough that I am attached to her. She is my + nearest relative; for my son has turned out ill, and no one knows what has + become of him during the last four years. Poor little Jeanne de Belfiel! I + made her a nun, and then abbess, in order to preserve all for that scamp. + Had I foreseen his conduct, I should have retained her for the world.” + </p> + <p> + “She is said to have great beauty,” answered Joseph; “that + is a precious gift for a family. She might have been presented at court, + and the King—Ah! ah! Mademoiselle de la Fayette—eh! eh!—Mademoiselle + d’Hautefort—you understand; it may be even possible to think + of it yet.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that is like you, Monseigneur! for we know that you have been + nominated to the cardinalate; how good you are to remember the most + devoted of your friends!” + </p> + <p> + Laubardemont was yet talking to Joseph when they found themselves at the + end of the line of the camp, which led to the quarter of the volunteers. + </p> + <p> + “May God and his Holy Mother protect you during my absence!” + said Joseph, stopping. “To-morrow I depart for Paris; and as I shall + have frequent business with this young Cinq-Mars, I shall first go to see + him, and learn news of his wound.” + </p> + <p> + “Had I been listened to,” said Laubardemont, “you would + not now have had this trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, you are right!” answered Joseph, with a profound sigh, + and raising his eyes to heaven; “but the Cardinal is no longer the + same man. He will not take advantage of good ideas; he will ruin us if he + goes on thus.” + </p> + <p> + And, making a low bow to the judge, the Capuchin took the road which he + had indicated to him. + </p> + <p> + Laubardemont followed him for some time with his eyes, and, when he was + quite sure of the route which he had taken, he returned, or, rather, ran + back to the tent of the minister. “The Cardinal dismisses him, he + tells me; that shows that he is tired of him. I know secrets which will + ruin him. I will add that he is gone to pay court to the future favorite. + I will replace this monk in the favor of the minister. The moment is + propitious. It is midnight; he will be alone for an hour and a half yet. + Let me run.” + </p> + <p> + He arrived at the tent of the guards, which was before the pavilion. + </p> + <p> + “Monseigneur gives audience to some one,” said the captain, + hesitating; “you can not enter.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind; you saw me leave an hour ago, and things are passing of + which I must give an account.” + </p> + <p> + “Come in, Laubardemont,” cried the minister; “come in + quickly, and alone.” + </p> + <p> + He entered. The Cardinal, still seated, held the two hands of the nun in + one of his, and with the other he imposed silence upon his stupefied + agent, who remained motionless, not yet seeing the face of this woman. She + spoke volubly, and the strange things she said contrasted horribly with + the sweetness of her voice. Richelieu seemed moved. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I will stab him with a knife. It is the knife which the demon + Behirith gave me at the inn; but it is the nail of Sisera. It has a handle + of ivory, you see; and I have wept much over it. Is it not singular, my + good General? I will turn it in the throat of him who killed my friend, as + he himself told me to do; and afterward I will burn the body. There is + like for like, the punishment which God permitted to Adam. You have an + astonished air, my brave general; but you would be much more so, were I to + repeat to you his song—the song which he sang to me again last + night, at the hour of the funeral-pyre—you understand?—the + hour when it rains, the hour when my hand burns as now. He said to me: + ‘They are much deceived, the magistrates, the red judges. I have + eleven demons at my command; and I shall come to see you when the clock + strikes, under a canopy of purple velvet, with torches—torches of + resin to give us light—’ Ah, that is beautiful! Listen, listen + to what he sings!” + </p> + <p> + And she sang to the air of De Profundis. + </p> + <p> + “Is it not singular, my good General?” said she, when she had + finished; “and I—I answer him every evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he speaks as spirits and prophets speak. He says: ‘Woe, + woe to him who has shed blood! Are the judges of the earth gods? No, they + are men who grow old and suffer, and yet they dare to say aloud, Let that + man die! The penalty of death, the pain of death—who has given to + man the right of imposing it on man? Is the number two? One would be an + assassin, look you! But count well, one, two, three. Behold, they are wise + and just, these grave and salaried criminals! O crime, the horror of + Heaven! If you looked upon them from above as I look upon them, you would + be yet paler than I am. Flesh destroys flesh! That which lives by blood + sheds blood coldly and without anger, like a God with power to create!’” + </p> + <p> + The cries which the unhappy girl uttered, as she rapidly spoke these + words, terrified Richelieu and Laubardemont so much that they still + remained motionless. The delirium and the fever continued to transport + her. + </p> + <p> + “‘Did the judges tremble?’ said Urbain Grandier to me. + ‘Did they tremble at deceiving themselves?’ They work the work + of the just. The question! They bind his limbs with ropes to make him + speak. His skin cracks, tears away, and rolls up like a parchment; his + nerves are naked, red, and glittering; his bones crack; the marrow spurts + out. But the judges sleep! they dream of flowers and spring. ‘How + hot the grand chamber is!’ says one, awaking; ‘this man has + not chosen to speak! Is the torture finished?’ And pitiful at last, + he dooms him to death—death, the sole fear of the living! death, the + unknown world! He sends before him a furious soul which will wait for him. + Oh! has he never seen the vision of vengeance? Has he never seen before + falling asleep the flayed prevaricator?” + </p> + <p> + Already weakened by fever, fatigue, and grief, the Cardinal, seized with + horror and pity, exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, for the love of God, let this terrible scene have an end! Take + away this woman; she is mad!” + </p> + <p> + The frantic creature turned, and suddenly uttering loud cries, “Ah, + the judge! the judge! the judge!” she said, recognizing + Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + The latter, clasping his hands and trembling before the Cardinal, said + with terror: + </p> + <p> + “Alas, Monseigneur, pardon me! she is my niece, who has lost her + reason. I was not aware of this misfortune, or she would have been shut up + long ago. Jeanne! Jeanne! come, Madame, to your knees! ask forgiveness of + Monseigneur the Cardinal-duc.” + </p> + <p> + “It is Richelieu!” she cried; and astonishment seemed wholly + to paralyze this young and unhappy beauty. The flush which had animated + her at first gave place to a deadly pallor, her cries to a motionless + silence, her wandering looks to a frightful fixedness of her large eyes, + which constantly followed the agitated minister. + </p> + <p> + “Take away this unfortunate child quickly,” said he; “she + is dying, and so am I. So many horrors pursue me since that sentence that + I believe all hell is loosed upon me.” + </p> + <p> + He rose as he spoke; Jeanne de Belfiel, still silent and stupefied, with + haggard eyes, open mouth, and head bent forward, yet remained beneath the + shock of her double surprise, which seemed to have extinguished the rest + of her reason and her strength. At the movement of the Cardinal, she + shuddered to find herself between him and Laubardemont, looked by turns at + one and the other, let the knife which she held fall from her hand, and + retired slowly toward the opening of the tent, covering herself completely + with her veil, and looking wildly and with terror behind her upon her + uncle who followed, like an affrighted lamb, which already feels at its + back the burning breath of the wolf about to seize it. + </p> + <p> + Thus they both went forth; and hardly had they reached the open air, when + the furious judge caught the hands of his victim, tied them with a + handkerchief, and easily led her, for she uttered no cry, not even a sigh, + but followed him with her head still drooping upon her bosom, and as if + plunged in profound somnambulism. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. THE SPANIARD + </h2> + <p> + Meantime, a scene of different nature was passing in the tent of + Cinq-Mars; the words of the King, the first balm to his wounds, had been + followed by the anxious care of the surgeons of the court. A spent ball, + easily extracted, had been the only cause of his accident. He was allowed + to travel and all was ready. The invalid had received up to midnight + friendly or interested visits; among the first were those of little Gondi + and of Fontrailles, who were also preparing to quit Perpignan for Paris. + The ex-page, Olivier d’Entraigues, joined with them in complimenting + the fortunate volunteer, whom the King seemed to have distinguished. The + habitual coldness of the Prince toward all who surrounded him having + caused those who knew of them to regard the few words he had spoken as + assured signs of high favor, all came to congratulate him. + </p> + <p> + At length, released from visitors, he lay upon his camp-bed. De Thou sat + by his side, holding his hand, and Grandchamp at his feet, still grumbling + at the numerous interruptions that had fatigued his wounded master. + Cinq-Mars himself tasted one of those moments of calm and hope, which so + refresh the soul as well as the body. His free hand secretly pressed the + gold cross that hung next to his heart, the beloved donor of which he was + so soon to behold. Outwardly, he listened with kindly looks to the + counsels of the young magistrate; but his inward thoughts were all turned + toward the object of his journey—the object, also, of his life. The + grave De Thou went on in a calm, gentle voice: + </p> + <p> + “I shall soon follow you to Paris. I am happier than you at seeing + the King take you there with him. You are right in looking upon it as the + beginning of a friendship which must be turned to profit. I have reflected + deeply on the secret causes of your ambition, and I think I have divined + your heart. Yes; that feeling of love for France, which made it beat in + your earliest youth, must have gained greater strength. You would be near + the King in order to serve your country, in order to put in action those + golden dreams of your early years. The thought is a vast one, and worthy + of you! I admire you; I bow before you. To approach the monarch with the + chivalrous devotion of our fathers, with a heart full of candor, and + prepared for any sacrifice; to receive the confidences of his soul; to + pour into his those of his subjects; to soften the sorrows of the King by + telling him the confidence his people have in him; to cure the wounds of + the people by laying them open to its master, and by the intervention of + your favor thus to reestablish that intercourse of love between the father + and his children which for eighteen years has been interrupted by a man + whose heart is marble; for this noble enterprise, to expose yourself to + all the horrors of his vengeance and, what is even worse, to brave all the + perfidious calumnies which pursue the favorite to the very steps of the + throne—this dream was worthy of you. + </p> + <p> + “Pursue it, my friend,” De Thou continued. “Never become + discouraged. Speak loudly to the King of the merit and misfortunes of his + most illustrious friends who are trampled on. Tell him fearlessly that his + old nobility have never conspired against him; and that from the young + Montmorency to the amiable Comte de Soissons, all have opposed the + minister, and never the monarch. Tell him that the old families of France + were born with his race; that in striking them he affects the whole + nation; and that, should he destroy them, his own race will suffer, that + it will stand alone exposed to the blast of time and events, as an old oak + trembling and exposed to the wind of the plain, when the forest which + surrounded and supported it has been destroyed. Yes!” cried De Thou, + growing animated, “this aim is a fine and noble one. Go on in your + course with a resolute step; expel even that secret shame, that shyness, + which a noble soul experiences before it can resolve upon flattering—upon + paying what the world calls its court. Alas, kings are accustomed to these + continual expressions of false admiration for them! Look upon them as a + new language which must be learned—a language hitherto foreign to + your lips, but which, believe me, may be nobly spoken, and which may + express high and generous thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + During this warm discourse of his friend, Cinq-Mars could not refrain from + a sudden blush; and he turned his head on his pillow toward the tent, so + that his face might not be seen. De Thou stopped: + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter, Henri? You do not answer. Am I deceived?” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars gave a deep sigh and remained silent. + </p> + <p> + “Is not your heart affected by these ideas which I thought would + have transported it?” + </p> + <p> + The wounded man looked more calmly at his friend and said: + </p> + <p> + “I thought, my dear De Thou, that you would not interrogate me + further, and that you were willing to repose a blind confidence in me. + What evil genius has moved you thus to sound my soul? I am not a stranger + to these ideas which possess you. Who told you that I had not conceived + them? Who told you that I had not formed the firm resolution of + prosecuting them infinitely farther in action than you have put them in + words? Love for France, virtuous hatred of the ambition which oppresses + and shatters her ancient institutions with the axe of the executioner, the + firm belief that virtue may be as skilful as crime,—these are my + gods as much as yours. But when you see a man kneeling in a church, do you + ask him what saint or what angel protects him and receives his prayer? + What matters it to you, provided that he pray at the foot of the altars + that you adore—provided that, if called upon, he fall a martyr at + the foot of those ‘altars? When our forefathers journeyed with naked + feet toward the Holy Sepulchre, with pilgrims’ staves in their + hands, did men inquire the secret vow which led them to the Holy Land? + They struck, they died; and men, perhaps God himself, asked no more. The + pious captain who led them never stripped their bodies to see whether the + red cross and haircloth concealed any other mysterious symbol; and in + heaven, doubtless, they were not judged with any greater rigor for having + aided the strength of their resolutions upon earth by some hope permitted + to a Christian—some second and secret thought, more human, and + nearer the mortal heart.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou smiled and slightly blushed, lowering his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “My friend,” he answered, gravely; “this excitement may + be injurious to you. Let us not continue this subject; let us not mingle + God and heaven in our discourse. It is not well; and draw the coverings + over your shoulder, for the night is cold. I promise you,” he added, + covering his young invalid with a maternal care—“I promise not + to offend you again with my counsels.” + </p> + <p> + “And I,” cried Cinq-Mars, despite the interdiction to speak, + “swear to you by this gold cross you see, and by the Holy Mary, to + die rather than renounce the plan that you first traced out! You may one + day, perhaps, be forced to pray me to stop; but then it will be too late.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well!” repeated the counsellor, “now sleep; if you + do not stop, I will go on with you, wherever you lead me.” + </p> + <p> + And, taking a prayer-book from his pocket, he began to read attentively; + in a short time he looked at Cinq-Mars, who was still awake. He made a + sign to Grandchamp to put the lamp out of sight of the invalid; but this + new care succeeded no better. The latter, with his eyes still open, tossed + restlessly on his narrow bed. + </p> + <p> + “Come, you are not calm,” said De Thou, smiling; “I will + read to you some pious passage which will put your mind in repose. Ah, my + friend, it is here that true repose is to be found; it is in this + consolatory book, for, open it where you will, you will always see, on the + one hand, man in the only condition that suits his weakness—prayer, + and the uncertainty as to his destiny—and, on the other, God himself + speaking to him of his infirmities! What a glorious and heavenly + spectacle! What a sublime bond between heaven and earth! Life, death, and + eternity are there; open it at random.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said Cinq-Mars, rising with a vivacity which had + something boyish in it; “you shall read to me, but let me open the + book. You know the old superstition of our country—when the + mass-book is opened with a sword, the first page on the left contains the + destiny of him who reads, and the first person who enters after he has + read is powerfully to influence the reader’s future fate.” + </p> + <p> + “What childishness! But be it as you will. Here is your sword; + insert the point. Let us see.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me read myself,” said Cinq-Mars, taking one side of the + book. Old Grandchamp gravely advanced his tawny face and his gray hair to + the foot of the bed to listen. His master read, stopped at the first + phrase, but with a smile, perhaps slightly forced, he went on to the end. + </p> + <p> + “I. Now it was in the city of Milan that they appeared. + </p> + <p> + “II. The high-priest said to them, ‘Bow down and adore the + gods.’ + </p> + <p> + “III. And the people were silent, looking at their faces, which + appeared as the faces of angels. + </p> + <p> + “IV. But Gervais, taking the hand of Protais, cried, looking to + heaven, and filled with the Holy Ghost: + </p> + <p> + “V. Oh, my brother! I see the Son of man smiling upon us; let me die + first. + </p> + <p> + “VI. For if I see thy blood, I fear I shall shed tears unworthy of + the Lord our God. + </p> + <p> + “VII. Then Protais answered him in these words: + </p> + <p> + “VIII. My brother, it is just that I should perish after thee, for I + am older, and have more strength to see thee suffer. + </p> + <p> + “IX. But the senators and people ground their teeth at them. + </p> + <p> + “X. And the soldiers having struck them, their heads fell together + on the same stone. + </p> + <p> + “XI. Now it was in this same place that the blessed Saint Ambroise + found the ashes of the two martyrs which gave sight to the blind.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Cinq-Mars, looking at his friend when he had + finished, “what do you say to that?” + </p> + <p> + “God’s will be done! but we should not scrutinize it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor put off our designs for a child’s play,” said D’Effiat + impatiently, and wrapping himself in a cloak which was thrown over him. + “Remember the lines we formerly so frequently quoted, ‘Justum + et tenacem Propositi viruna’; these iron words are stamped upon my + brain. Yes; let the universe crumble around me, its wreck shall carry me + away still resolute.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us not compare the thoughts of man with those of Heaven; and + let us be submissive,” said De Thou, gravely. + </p> + <p> + “Amen!” said old Grandchamp, whose eyes had filled with tears, + which he hastily brushed away. + </p> + <p> + “What hast thou to do with it, old soldier? Thou weepest,” + said his master. + </p> + <p> + “Amen!” said a voice, in a nasal tone, at the entrance of the + tent. + </p> + <p> + “Parbleu, Monsieur! rather put that question to his Gray Eminence, + who comes to visit you,” answered the faithful servant, pointing to + Joseph, who advanced with his arms crossed, making a salutation with a + frowning air. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, it will be he, then!” murmured Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I come inopportunely,” said Joseph, soothingly. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps very opportunely,” said Henri d’Effiat, + smiling, with a glance at De Thou. “What can bring you here, Father, + at one o’clock in the morning? It should be some good work.” + </p> + <p> + Joseph saw he was ill-received; and as he had always sundry reproaches to + make himself with reference to all persons whom he addressed, and as many + resources in his mind for getting out of the difficulty, he fancied that + they had discovered the object of his visit, and felt that he should not + select a moment of ill humor for preparing the way to friendship. + Therefore, seating himself near the bed, he said, coldly: + </p> + <p> + “I come, Monsieur, to speak to you on the part of the + Cardinal-Generalissimo, of the two Spanish prisoners you have made; he + desires to have information concerning them as soon as possible. I am to + see and question them. But I did not suppose you were still awake; I + merely wished to receive them from your people.” + </p> + <p> + After a forced interchange of politeness, they ordered into the tent the + two prisoners, whom Cinq-Mars had almost forgotten. + </p> + <p> + They appeared—the one, young and displaying an animated and rather + wild countenance, was the soldier; the other, concealing his form under a + brown cloak, and his gloomy features, which had something ambiguous in + their expression, under his broad-brimmed hat, which he did not remove, + was the officer. He spoke first: + </p> + <p> + “Why do you make me leave my straw and my sleep? Is it to deliver me + or hang me?” + </p> + <p> + “Neither,” said Joseph. + </p> + <p> + “What have I to do with thee, man with the long beard? I did not see + thee at the breach.” + </p> + <p> + It took some time after this amiable exordium to make the stranger + understand the right a Capuchin had to interrogate him. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “what dost thou want?” + </p> + <p> + “I would know your name and your country.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not tell my name; and as for my country, I have the air of + a Spaniard, but perhaps am not one, for a Spaniard never acknowledges his + country.” + </p> + <p> + Father Joseph, turning toward the two friends, said: “Unless I + deceive myself, I have heard his voice somewhere. This man speaks French + without an accent; but it seems he wishes to give us enigmas, as in the + East.” + </p> + <p> + “The East? that is it,” said the prisoner. “A Spaniard + is a man from the East; he is a Catholic Turk; his blood either flags or + boils; he is lazy or indefatigable; indolence makes him a slave, ardor a + tyrant; immovable in his ignorance, ingenious in his superstition, he + needs only a religious book and a tyrannical master; he obeys the law of + the pyre; he commands by that of the poniard. At night he falls asleep in + his bloodthirsty misery, nurses fanaticism, and awakes to crime. Who is + this gentleman? Is it the Spaniard or the Turk? Guess! Ah! you seem to + think that I have wit, because I light upon analogy.” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, gentlemen, you do me honor; and yet the idea may be carried + much further, if desired. If I pass to the physical order, for example, + may I not say to you, This man has long and serious features, a black and + almond-shaped eye, rugged brows, a sad and mobile mouth, tawny, meagre, + and wrinkled cheeks; his head is shaved, and he covers it with a black + handkerchief in the form of a turban; he passes the whole day lying or + standing under a burning sun, without motion, without utterance, smoking a + pipe that intoxicates him. Is this a Turk or a Spaniard? Are you + satisfied, gentlemen? Truly, it would seem so; you laugh, and at what do + you laugh? I, who have presented this idea to you—I have not + laughed; see, my countenance is sad. Ah! perhaps it is because the gloomy + prisoner has suddenly become a gossip, and talks rapidly. That is nothing! + I might tell you other things, and render you some service, my worthy + friends. + </p> + <p> + “If I should relate anecdotes, for example; if I told you I knew a + priest who ordered the death of some heretics before saying mass, and who, + furious at being interrupted at the altar during the holy sacrifice, cried + to those who asked for his orders, ‘Kill them all! kill them all!’—should + you all laugh, gentlemen? No, not all! This gentleman here, for instance, + would bite his lips and his beard. Oh! it is true he might answer that he + did wisely, and that they were wrong to interrupt his unsullied prayer. + But if I added that he concealed himself for an hour behind the curtain of + your tent, Monsieur de Cinq-Mars, to listen while you talked, and that he + came to betray you, and not to get me, what would he say? Now, gentlemen, + are you satisfied? May I retire after this display?” + </p> + <p> + The prisoner had uttered this with the rapidity of a quack vending his + wares, and in so loud a voice that Joseph was quite confounded. He arose + indignantly at last, and, addressing himself to Cinq-Mars, said: + </p> + <p> + “How can you suffer a prisoner who should have been hanged to speak + to you thus, Monsieur?” + </p> + <p> + The Spaniard, without deigning to notice him any further, leaned toward D’Effiat, + and whispered in his ear: + </p> + <p> + “I can be of no further use to you; give me my liberty. I might ere + this have taken it; but I would not do so without your consent. Give it + me, or have me killed.” + </p> + <p> + “Go, if you will!” said Cinq-Mars to him. “I assure you + I shall be very glad;” and he told his people to retire with the + soldier, whom he wished to keep in his service. + </p> + <p> + This was the affair of a moment. No one remained any longer in the tent + with the two friends, except the abashed Joseph and the Spaniard. The + latter, taking off his hat, showed a French but savage countenance. He + laughed, and seemed to respire more air into his broad chest. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am a Frenchman,” he said to Joseph. “But I hate + France, because she gave birth to my father, who is a monster, and to me, + who have become one, and who once struck him. I hate her inhabitants, + because they have robbed me of my whole fortune at play, and because I + have robbed them and killed them. I have been two years in Spain in order + to kill more Frenchmen; but now I hate Spain still more. No one will know + the reason why. Adieu! I must live henceforth without a nation; all men + are my enemies. Go on, Joseph, and you will soon be as good as I. Yes, you + have seen me once before,” he continued, violently striking him in + the breast and throwing him down. “I am Jacques de Laubardemont, the + son of your worthy friend.” + </p> + <p> + With these words, quickly leaving the tent, he disappeared like an + apparition. De Thou and the servants, who ran to the entrance, saw him, + with two bounds, spring over a surprised and disarmed soldier, and run + toward the mountains with the swiftness of a deer, despite various + musket-shots. Joseph took advantage of the disorder to slip away, + stammering a few words of politeness, and left the two friends laughing at + his adventure and his disappointment, as two schoolboys laugh at seeing + the spectacles of their pedagogue fall off. At last they prepared to seek + a rest of which they both stood in need, and which they soon found-=the + wounded man in his bed, and the young counsellor in his chair. + </p> + <p> + As for the Capuchin, he walked toward his tent, meditating how he should + turn all this so as to take the greatest possible revenge, when he met + Laubardemont dragging the young mad-woman by her two hands. They recounted + to each other their mutual and horrible adventures. + </p> + <p> + Joseph had no small pleasure in turning the poniard in the wound of his + friend’s heart, by telling him of the fate of his son. + </p> + <p> + “You are not exactly happy in your domestic relations,” he + added. “I advise you to shut up your niece and hang your son, if you + are fortunate enough to find him.” + </p> + <p> + Laubardemont replied with a hideous laugh: + </p> + <p> + “As for this idiot here, I am going to give her to an ex-secret + judge, at present a smuggler in the Pyrenees at Oleron. He can do what he + pleases with her—make her a servant in his posada, for instance. I + care not, so that my lord never hears of her.” + </p> + <p> + Jeanne de Belfiel, her head hanging down, gave no sign of sensibility. + Every glimmer of reason was extinguished in her; one word alone remained + upon her lips, and this she continually pronounced. + </p> + <p> + “The judge! the judge! the judge!” she murmured, and was + silent. + </p> + <p> + Her uncle and Joseph threw her, almost like a sack of corn, on one of the + horses which were led up by two servants. Laubardemont mounted another, + and prepared to leave the camp, wishing to get into the mountains before + day. + </p> + <p> + “A good journey to you!” he said to Joseph. “Execute + your business well in Paris. I commend to you Orestes and Pylades.” + </p> + <p> + “A good journey to you!” answered the other. “I commend + to you Cassandra and OEdipus.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! he has neither killed his father nor married his mother.” + </p> + <p> + “But he is on the high-road to those little pleasantries.” + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, my reverend Father!” + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, my venerable friend!” + </p> + <p> + Then each added aloud, but in suppressed tones: + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, assassin of the gray robe! During thy absence I shall have + the ear of the Cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, villain in the red robe! Go thyself and destroy thy cursed + family. Finish shedding that portion of thy blood that is in others’ + veins. That share which remains in thee, I will take charge of. Ha! a + well-employed night!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK 4. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. THE RIOT + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies, + In motion of no less celerity + Than that of thought,” + </pre> + <p> + exclaims the immortal Shakespeare in the chorus of one of his tragedies. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Suppose that you have seen + The well-appointed king + Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet + With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning. + ...... + ... behold, + And follow.” + </pre> + <p> + With this poetic movement he traverses time and space, and transports at + will the attentive assembly to the theatre of his sublime scenes. + </p> + <p> + We shall avail ourselves of the same privilege, though without the same + genius. No more than he shall we seat ourselves upon the tripod of the + unities, but merely casting our eyes upon Paris and the old dark palace of + the Louvre, we will at once pass over the space of two hundred leagues and + the period of two years. + </p> + <p> + Two years! what changes may they not have upon men, upon their families, + and, above all, in that great and so troublous family of nations, whose + long alliances a single day suffices to destroy, whose wars are ended by a + birth, whose peace is broken by a death! We ourselves have beheld kings + returning to their dwelling on a spring day; that same day a vessel sailed + for a voyage of two years. The navigator returned. The kings were seated + upon their thrones; nothing seemed to have taken place in his absence, and + yet God had deprived those kings of a hundred days of their reign. + </p> + <p> + But nothing was changed for France in 1642, the epoch to which we turn, + except her fears and her hopes. The future alone had changed its aspect. + Before again beholding our personages, we must contemplate at large the + state of the kingdom. + </p> + <p> + The powerful unity of the monarchy was rendered still more imposing by the + misfortunes of the neighboring States. The revolutions in England, and + those in Spain and Portugal, rendered the peace which France enjoyed still + more admired. Strafford and Olivares, overthrown or defeated, aggrandized + the immovable Richelieu. + </p> + <p> + Six formidable armies, reposing upon their triumphant weapons, served as a + rampart to the kingdom. Those of the north, in league with Sweden, had put + the Imperialists to flight, still pursued by the spirit of Gustavus + Adolphus, those on the frontiers of Italy had in Piedmont received the + keys of the towns which had been defended by Prince Thomas; and those + which strengthened the chain of the Pyrenees held in check revolted + Catalonia, and chafed before Perpignan, which they were not allowed to + take. The interior was not happy, but tranquil. An invisible genius seemed + to have maintained this calm, for the King, mortally sick, languished at + St. Germain with a young favorite; and the Cardinal was, they said, dying + at Narbonne. Some deaths, however, betrayed that he yet lived; and at + intervals, men falling as if struck by a poisonous blast recalled to mind + the invisible power. + </p> + <p> + St.-Preuil, one of Richelieu’s enemies, had just laid his “iron + head” upon the scaffold without shame or fear, as he himself said on + mounting it. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, France seemed to govern herself, for the prince and the minister + had been separated a long time; and of these two sick men, who hated each + other, one never had held the reins of State, the other no longer showed + his power—he was no longer named in the public acts; he appeared no + longer in the government, and seemed effaced everywhere; he slept, like + the spider surrounded by his webs. + </p> + <p> + If some events and some revolutions had taken place during these two + years, it must have been in hearts; it must have been some of those occult + changes from which, in monarchies without firm foundation, terrible + overthrows and long and bloody dissensions arise. + </p> + <p> + To enlighten ourselves, let us glance at the old black building of the + unfinished Louvre, and listen to the conversation of those who inhabited + it and those who surrounded it. + </p> + <p> + It was the month of December; a rigorous winter had afflicted Paris, where + the misery and inquietude of the people were extreme. However, curiosity + was still alive, and they were eager for the spectacles given by the + court. Their poverty weighed less heavily upon them while they + contemplated the agitations of the rich. Their tears were less bitter on + beholding the struggles of power; and the blood of the nobles which + reddened their streets, and seemed the only blood worthy of being shed, + made them bless their own obscurity. Already had tumultuous scenes and + conspicuous assassinations proved the monarch’s weakness, the + absence and approaching end of the minister, and, as a kind of prologue to + the bloody comedy of the Fronde, sharpened the malice and even fired the + passions of the Parisians. This confusion was not displeasing to them. + Indifferent to the causes of the quarrels which were abstruse for them, + they were not so with regard to individuals, and already began to regard + the party chiefs with affection or hatred, not on account of the interest + which they supposed them to take in the welfare of their class, but simply + because as actors they pleased or displeased. + </p> + <p> + One night, especially, pistol and gun-shots had been heard frequently in + the city; the numerous patrols of the Swiss and the body-guards had even + been attacked, and had met with some barricades in the tortuous streets of + the Ile Notre-Dame; carts chained to the posts, and laden with barrels, + prevented the cavaliers from advancing, and some musket-shots had wounded + several men and horses. However, the town still slept, except the quarter + which surrounded the Louvre, which was at this time inhabited by the Queen + and M. le Duc d’Orleans. There everything announced a nocturnal + expedition of a very serious nature. + </p> + <p> + It was two o’clock in the morning. It was freezing, and the darkness + was intense, when a numerous assemblage stopped upon the quay, which was + then hardly paved, and slowly and by degrees occupied the sandy ground + that sloped down to the Seine. This troop was composed of about two + hundred men; they were wrapped in large cloaks, raised by the long Spanish + swords which they wore. Walking to and fro without preserving any order, + they seemed to wait for events rather than to seek them. Many seated + themselves, with their arms folded, upon the loose stones of the newly + begun parapet; they preserved perfect silence. However, after a few + minutes passed in this manner, a man, who appeared to come out of one of + the vaulted doors of the Louvre, approached slowly, holding a + dark-lantern, the light from which he turned upon the features of each + individual, and which he blew out after finding the man he sought among + them. He spoke to him in a whisper, taking him by the hand: + </p> + <p> + “Well, Olivier, what did Monsieur le Grand say to you? + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [The master of the horse, Cinq-Mars, was thus named by abbreviation. + This name will often occur in the course of the recital.] +</pre> + <p> + Does all go well?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I saw him yesterday at Saint-Germain. The old cat is very ill + at Narbonne; he is going ‘ad patres’. But we must manage our + affairs shrewdly, for it is not the first time that he has played the + torpid. Have you people enough for this evening, my dear Fontrailles?” + </p> + <p> + “Be easy; Montresor is coming with a hundred of Monsieur’s + gentlemen. You will recognize him; he will be disguised as a master-mason, + with a rule in his hand. But, above all, do not forget the passwords. Do + you know them all well, you and your friends?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, all except the Abbe de Gondi, who has not yet arrived; but + ‘Dieu me pardonne’, I think he is there himself! Who the devil + would have known him?” + </p> + <p> + And here a little man without a cassock, dressed as a soldier of the + French guards, and wearing a very black false moustache, slipped between + them. He danced about with a joyous air, and rubbed his hands. + </p> + <p> + “Vive Dieu! all goes on well, my friend. Fiesco could not do better;” + and rising upon his toes to tap Olivier upon the shoulder, he continued: + </p> + <p> + “Do you know that for a man who has just quitted the rank of pages, + you don’t manage badly, Sire Olivier d’Entraigues? and you + will be among our illustrious men if we find a Plutarch. All is well + organized; you arrive at the very moment, neither too soon nor too late, + like a true party chief. Fontrailles, this young man will get on, I + prophesy. But we must make haste; in two hours we shall have some of the + archbishops of Paris, my uncle’s parishioners. I have instructed + them well; and they will cry, ‘Long live Monsieur! Long live the + Regency! No more of the Cardinal!’ like madmen. They are good + devotees, thanks to me, who have stirred them up. The King is very ill. + Oh, all goes well, very well! I come from Saint-Germain. I have seen our + friend Cinq-Mars; he is good, very good, still firm as a rock. Ah, that is + what I call a man! How he has played with them with his careless and + melancholy air! He is master of the court at present. The King, they say, + is going to make him duke and peer. It is much talked of; but he still + hesitates. We must decide that by our movement this evening. The will of + the people! He must do the will of the people; we will make him hear it. + It will be the death of Richelieu, you’ll see. It is, above all, + hatred of him which is to predominate in the cries, for that is the + essential thing. That will at last decide our Gaston, who is still + uncertain, is he not?” + </p> + <p> + “And how can he be anything else?” said Fontrailles. “If + he were to take a resolution to-day in our favor it would be unfortunate.” + </p> + <p> + “Why so?” + </p> + <p> + “Because we should be sure that to-morrow morning he would be + against us.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind,” replied the Abbe; “the Queen is firm.” + </p> + <p> + “And she has heart also,” said Olivier; “that gives me + some hope for Cinq-Mars, who, it seems to me, has sometimes dared to frown + when he looked at her.” + </p> + <p> + “Child that you are, how little do you yet know of the court! + Nothing can sustain him but the hand of the King, who loves him as a son; + and as for the Queen, if her heart beats, it is for the past and not for + the future. But these trifles are not to the purpose. Tell me, dear + friend, are you sure of your young Advocate whom I see roaming about + there? Is he all right?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly; he is an excellent Royalist. He would throw the Cardinal + into the river in an instant. Besides, it is Fournier of Loudun; that is + saying everything.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, this is the kind of men we like. But take care of + yourselves, Messieurs; some one comes from the Rue Saint-Honore.” + </p> + <p> + “Who goes there?” cried the foremost of the troop to some men + who were advancing. “Royalists or Cardinalists?” + </p> + <p> + “Gaston and Le Grand,” replied the newcomers, in low tones. + </p> + <p> + “It is Montresor and Monsieur’s people,” said + Fontrailles. “We may soon begin.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, ‘par la corbleu’!” said the newcomer, + “for the Cardinalists will pass at three o’clock. Some one + told us so just now.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are they going?” said Fontrailles. + </p> + <p> + “There are more than two hundred of them to escort Monsieur de + Chavigny, who is going to see the old cat at Narbonne, they say. They + thought it safer to pass by the Louvre.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we will give him a velvet paw!” said the Abbe. + </p> + <p> + As he finished saying this, a noise of carriages and horses was heard. + Several men in cloaks rolled an enormous stone into the middle of the + street. The foremost cavaliers passed rapidly through the crowd, pistols + in hand, suspecting that something unusual was going on; but the + postilion, who drove the horses of the first carriage, ran upon the stone + and fell. + </p> + <p> + “Whose carriage is this which thus crushes foot-passengers?” + cried the cloakmen, all at once. “It is tyrannical. It can be no + other than a friend of the Cardinal de la Rochelle.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [During the long siege of La Rochelle, this name was given to + Cardinal Richelieu, to ridicule his obstinacy in commanding as + General-in-Chief, and claiming for himself the merit of taking that + town.] +</pre> + <p> + “It is one who fears not the friends of the little Le Grand,” + exclaimed a voice from the open door, from which a man threw himself upon + a horse. + </p> + <p> + “Drive these Cardinalists into the river!” cried a shrill, + piercing voice. + </p> + <p> + This was a signal for the pistol-shots which were furiously exchanged on + every side, and which lighted up this tumultuous and sombre scene. The + clashing of swords and trampling of horses did not prevent the cries from + being heard on one side: “Down with the minister! Long live the + King! Long live Monsieur and Monsieur le Grand! Down with the + red-stockings!” On the other: “Long live his Eminence! Long + live the great Cardinal! Death to the factious! Long live the King!” + For the name of the King presided over every hatred, as over every + affection, at this strange time. + </p> + <p> + The men on foot had succeeded, however, in placing the two carriages + across the quay so as to make a rampart against Chavigny’s horses, + and from this, between the wheels, through the doors and springs, + overwhelmed them with pistol-shots, and dismounted many. The tumult was + frightful, but suddenly the gates of the Louvre were thrown open, and two + squadrons of the body-guard came out at a trot. Most of them carried + torches in their hands to light themselves and those they were about to + attack. The scene changed. As the guards reached each of the men on foot, + the latter was seen to stop, remove his hat, make himself known, and name + himself; and the guards withdrew, sometimes saluting him, and sometimes + shaking him by the hand. This succor to Chavigny’s carriages was + then almost useless, and only served to augment the confusion. The + body-guards, as if to satisfy their consciences, rushed through the throng + of duellists, saying: + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, gentlemen, be moderate!” + </p> + <p> + But when two gentlemen had decidedly crossed swords, and were in active + conflict, the guard who beheld them stopped to judge the fight, and + sometimes even to favor the one who he thought was of his opinion, for + this body, like all France, had their Royalists and their Cardinalists. + </p> + <p> + The windows of the Louvre were lighted one after another, and many women’s + heads were seen behind the little lozenge-shaped panes, attentively + watching the combat. + </p> + <p> + Numerous Swiss patrols came out with flambeaux. + </p> + <p> + These soldiers were easily distinguished by an odd uniform. The right + sleeve was striped blue and red, and the silk stocking of the right leg + was red; the left side was striped with blue, red, and white, and the + stocking was white and red. It had, no doubt, been hoped in the royal + chateau that this foreign troop would disperse the crowd, but they were + mistaken. These impassible soldiers coldly and exactly executed, without + going beyond, the orders they had received, circulating symmetrically + among the armed groups, which they divided for a moment, returning before + the gate with perfect precision, and resuming their ranks as on parade, + without informing themselves whether the enemies among whom they had + passed had rejoined or not. + </p> + <p> + But the noise, for a moment appeased, became general by reason of personal + disputes. In every direction challenges, insults, and imprecations were + heard. It seemed as if nothing but the destruction of one of the two + parties could put an end to the combat, when loud cries, or rather + frightful howls, raised the tumult to its highest pitch. The Abbe de + Gondi, dragging a cavalier by his cloak to pull him down, exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Here are my people! Fontrailles, now you will see something worth + while! Look! look already who they run! It is really charming.” + </p> + <p> + And he abandoned his hold, and mounted upon a stone to contemplate the + manoeuvres of his troops, crossing his arms with the importance of a + General of an army. Day was beginning to break, and from the end of the + Ile St.-Louis a crowd of men, women, and children of the lowest dregs of + the people was seen rapidly advancing, casting toward heaven and the + Louvre strange vociferations. Girls carried long swords; children dragged + great halberds and pikes of the time of the League; old women in rags + pulled by cords old carts full of rusty and broken arms; workmen of every + trade, the greater number drunk, followed, armed with clubs, forks, + lances, shovels, torches, stakes, crooks, levers, sabres, and spits. They + sang and howled alternately, counterfeiting with atrocious yells the cries + of a cat, and carrying as a flag one of these animals suspended from a + pole and wrapped in a red rag, thus representing the Cardinal, whose taste + for cats was generally known. Public criers rushed about, red and + breathless, throwing on the pavement and sticking up on the parapets, the + posts, the walls of the houses, and even on the palace, long satires in + short stanzas upon the personages of the time. Butcher-boys and scullions, + carrying large cutlasses, beat the charge upon saucepans, and dragged in + the mud a newly slaughtered pig, with the red cap of a chorister on its + head. Young and vigorous men, dressed as women, and painted with a coarse + vermilion, were yelling, “We are mothers of families ruined by + Richelieu! Death to the Cardinal!” They carried in their arms + figures of straw that looked like children, which they threw into the + river. + </p> + <p> + When this disgusting mob overran the quays with its thousands of imps, it + produced a strange effect upon the combatants, and entirely contrary to + that expected by their patron. The enemies on both sides lowered their + arms and separated. Those of Monsieur and Cinq-Mars were revolted at + seeing themselves succored by such auxiliaries, and, themselves aiding the + Cardinal’s gentlemen to remount their horses and to gain their + carriages, and their valets to convey the wounded to them, gave their + adversaries personal rendezvous to terminate their quarrel upon a ground + more secret and more worthy of them. Ashamed of the superiority of numbers + and the ignoble troops which they seemed to command, foreseeing, perhaps, + for the first time the fearful consequences of their political + machinations, and what was the scum they were stirring up, they withdrew, + drawing their large hats over their eyes, throwing their cloaks over their + shoulders, and avoiding the daylight. + </p> + <p> + “You have spoiled all, my dear Abbe, with this mob,” said + Fontrailles, stamping his foot, to Gondi, who was already sufficiently + nonplussed; “your good uncle has fine parishioners!” + </p> + <p> + “It is not my fault,” replied Gondi, in a sullen tone; “these + idiots came an hour too late. Had they arrived in the night, they would + not have been seen, which spoils the effect somewhat, to speak the truth + (for I grant that daylight is detrimental to them), and we would only have + heard the voice of the people ‘Vox populi, vox Dei’. + Nevertheless, no great harm has been done. They will by their numbers give + us the means of escaping without being known, and, after all, our task is + ended; we did not wish the death of the sinner. Chavigny and his men are + worthy fellows, whom I love; if he is only slightly wounded, so much the + better. Adieu; I am going to see Monsieur de Bouillon, who has arrived + from Italy.” + </p> + <p> + “Olivier,” said Fontrailles, “go at once to + Saint-Germain with Fournier and Ambrosio; I will go and give an account to + Monsieur, with Montresor.” + </p> + <p> + All separated, and disgust accomplished, with these highborn men, what + force could not bring about. + </p> + <p> + Thus ended this fray, likely to bring forth great misfortunes. No one was + killed in it. The cavaliers, having gained a few scratches and lost a few + purses, resumed their route by the side of the carriages along the + by-streets; the others escaped, one by one, through the populace they had + attracted. The miserable wretches who composed it, deprived of the chief + of the troops, still remained two hours, yelling and screaming until the + effect of their wine was gone, and the cold had extinguished at once the + fire of their blood and that of their enthusiasm. At the windows of the + houses, on the quay of the city, and along the walls, the thoughtful and + genuine people of Paris watched with a sorrowful air and in mournful + silence these preludes of disorder; while the various bodies of merchants, + dressed in black and preceded by their provosts, walked slowly and + courageously through the populace toward the Palais de justice, where the + parliament was to assemble, to make complaint of these terrible nocturnal + scenes. + </p> + <p> + The apartments of Gaston d’Orleans were in great confusion. This + Prince occupied the wing of the Louvre parallel with the Tuileries; and + his windows looked into the court on one side, and on the other over a + mass of little houses and narrow streets which almost entirely covered the + place. He had risen precipitately, awakened suddenly by the report of the + firearms, had thrust his feet into large square-toed slippers with high + heels, and, wrapped in a large silk dressing-gown, covered with golden + ornaments embroidered in relief, walked to and fro in his bedroom, sending + every minute a fresh lackey to see what was going on, and ordering them + immediately to go for the Abbe de la Riviere, his general counsellor; but + he was unfortunately out of Paris. At every pistol-shot this timid Prince + rushed to the windows, without seeing anything but some flambeaux, which + were carried quickly along. It was in vain he was told that the cries he + heard were in his favor; he did not cease to walk up and down the + apartments, in the greatest disorder-his long black hair dishevelled, and + his blue eyes open and enlarged by disquiet and terror. He was still thus + when Montresor and Fontrailles at length arrived and found him beating his + breast, and repeating a thousand times, “Mea culpa, mea culpa!” + </p> + <p> + “You have come at last!” he exclaimed from a distance, running + to meet them. “Come! quick! What is going on? What are they doing + there? Who are these assassins? What are these cries?” + </p> + <p> + “They cry, ‘Long live Monsieur!’” + </p> + <p> + Gaston, without appearing to hear, and holding the door of his chamber + open for an instant, that his voice might reach the galleries in which + were the people of his household, continued to cry with all his strength, + gesticulating violently: + </p> + <p> + “I know nothing of all this, and I have authorized nothing. I will + not hear anything! I will not know anything! I will never enter into any + project! These are rioters who make all this noise; do not speak to me of + them, if you wish to be well received here. I am the enemy of no man; I + detest such scenes!” + </p> + <p> + Fontrailles, who knew the man with whom he had to deal, said nothing, but + entered with his friend, that Monsieur might have time to discharge his + first fury; and when all was said, and the door carefully shut, he began + to speak: + </p> + <p> + “Monseigneur,” said he, “we come to ask you a thousand + pardons for the impertinence of these people, who will persist in crying + out that they desire the death of your enemy, and that they would even + wish to make you regent should we have the misfortune to lose his Majesty. + Yes, the people are always frank in their discourse; but they are so + numerous that all our efforts could not restrain them. It was truly a cry + from the heart—an explosion of love, which reason could not + restrain, and which escaped all bounds.” + </p> + <p> + “But what has happened, then?” interrupted Gaston, somewhat + calmed. “What have they been doing these four hours that I have + heard them?” + </p> + <p> + “That love,” said Montresor, coldly, “as Monsieur de + Fontrailles had the honor of telling you, so escaped all rule and bounds + that we ourselves were carried away by it, and felt seized with that + enthusiasm which always transports us at the mere name of Monsieur, and + which leads us on to things which we had not premeditated.” + </p> + <p> + “But what, then, have you done?” said the Prince. + </p> + <p> + “Those things,” replied Fontrailles, “of which Monsieur + de Montresor had the honor to speak to Monsieur are precisely those which + I foresaw here yesterday evening, when I had the honor of conversing with + you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not the question,” interrupted Gaston. “You + cannot say that I have ordered or authorized anything. I meddle with + nothing; I know nothing of government.” + </p> + <p> + “I admit,” continued Fontrailles, “that your Highness + ordered nothing, but you permitted me to tell you that I foresaw that this + night would be a troubled one about two o’clock, and I hoped that + your astonishment would not have been too great.” + </p> + <p> + The Prince, recovering himself little by little, and seeing that he did + not alarm the two champions, having also upon his conscience and reading + in their eyes the recollection of the consent which he had given them the + evening before, sat down upon the side of his bed, crossed his arms, and, + looking at them with the air of a judge, again said in a commanding tone: + </p> + <p> + “But what, then, have you done?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, hardly anything, Monseigneur,” said Fontrailles. “Chance + led us to meet in the crowd some of our friends who had a quarrel with + Monsieur de Chavigny’s coachman, who was driving over them. A few + hot words ensued and rough gestures, and a few scratches, which kept + Monsieur de Chavigny waiting, and that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “Absolutely all,” repeated Montresor. + </p> + <p> + “What, all?” exclaimed Gaston, much moved, and tramping about + the chamber. “And is it, then, nothing to stop the carriage of a + friend of the Cardinal-Duke? I do not like such scenes. I have already + told you so. I do not hate the Cardinal; he is certainly a great + politician, a very great politician. You have compromised me horribly; it + is known that Montresor is with me. If he has been recognized, they will + say that I sent him.” + </p> + <p> + “Chance,” said Montresor, “threw in my way this peasant’s + dress, which Monsieur may see under my cloak, and which, for that reason, + I preferred to any other.” + </p> + <p> + Gaston breathed again. + </p> + <p> + “You are sure, then, that you have not been recognized. You + understand, my dear friend, how painful it would be to me. You must admit + yourself—” + </p> + <p> + “Sure of it!” exclaimed the Prince’s gentleman. “I + would stake my head and my share in Paradise that no one has seen my + features or called my by my name.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” continued Gaston, again seating himself on his bed, + and assuming a calmer air, in which even a slight satisfaction was + visible, “tell me, then, what has happened.” + </p> + <p> + Fontrailles took upon himself the recital, in which, as we may suppose, + the populace played a great part and Monsieur’s people none, and in + his peroration he said: + </p> + <p> + “From our windows even, Monseigneur, respectable mothers of families + might have been seen, driven by despair, throwing their children into the + Seine, cursing Richelieu.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, it is dreadful!” exclaimed the Prince, indignant, or + feigning to be so, and to believe in these excesses. “Is it, then, + true that he is so generally detested? But we must allow that he deserves + it. What! his ambition and avarice have, then, reduced to this extremity + the good inhabitants of Paris, whom I love so much.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Monseigneur,” replied the orator. “And it is not + Paris alone, it is all France, which, with us, entreats you to decide upon + delivering her from this tyrant. All is ready; nothing is wanting but a + sign from your august head to annihilate this pygmy, who has attempted to + assault the royal house itself.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! Heaven is my witness that I myself forgive him!” + answered Gaston, raising up his eyes. “But I can no longer bear the + cries of the people. Yes, I will help them; that is to say,” + continued the Prince, “so that my dignity is not compromised, and + that my name does not appear in the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but it is precisely that which we want,” exclaimed + Fontrailles, a little more at his ease. + </p> + <p> + “See, Monseigneur, there are already some names to put after yours, + who will not fear to sign. I will tell you them immediately, if you wish + it.” + </p> + <p> + “But—but,” said the Duc d’Orleans, timidly, + “do you know that it is a conspiracy which you propose to me so + coolly?” + </p> + <p> + “Fie, Monseigneur, men of honor like us! a conspiracy! Oh! not at + all; a league at the utmost, a slight combination to give a direction to + the unanimous wish of the nation and the court—that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “But that is not so clear, for, after all, this affair will be + neither general nor public; therefore, it is a conspiracy. You will not + avow that you are concerned in it.” + </p> + <p> + “I, Monseigneur! Excuse me to all the world, since the kingdom is + already in it, and I am of the kingdom. And who would not sign his name + after that of Messieurs de Bouillon and Cinq-Mars?” + </p> + <p> + “After, perhaps, not before,” said Gaston, fixing his eyes + upon Fontrailles more keenly than he had expected. + </p> + <p> + The latter hesitated a moment. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, what would Monseigneur do should I tell him the names + after which he could sign his?” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ha! this is amusing,” answered the Prince, laughing; + “know you not that above mine there are not many? I see but one.” + </p> + <p> + “And if there be one, will Monseigneur promise to sign that of + Gaston beneath it?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, parbleu! with all my heart. I risk nothing there, for I see + none but that of the King, who surely is not of the party.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, from this moment permit us,” said Montresor, “to + take you at your word, and deign at present to consent to two things only: + to see Monsieur de Bouillon in the Queen’s apartments, and Monsieur + the master of the horse at the King’s palace.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed!” said Monsieur, gayly, tapping Montresor on the + shoulder. “I will to-day wait on my sister-in-law at her toilette, + and I will invite my brother to hunt the stag with me at Chambord.” + </p> + <p> + The two friends asked nothing further, and were themselves surprised at + their work. They never had seen so much resolution in their chief. + Accordingly, fearing to lead him to a topic which might divert him from + the path he had adopted, they hastened to turn the conversation upon other + subjects, and retired in delight, leaving as their last words in his ear + that they relied upon his keeping his promise. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. THE ALCOVE + </h2> + <p> + While a prince was thus reassured with difficulty by those who surrounded + him, and allowed them to see a terror which might have proved contagious, + a princess more exposed to accidents, more isolated by the indifference of + her husband, weaker by nature and by the timidity which is the result of + the absence of happiness, on her side set the example of the calmest + courage and the most pious resignation, and tranquillized her terrified + suite; this was the Queen. Having slept hardly an hour, she heard shrill + cries behind the doors and the thick tapestries of her chamber. She + ordered her women to open the door, and the Duchesse de Chevreuse, in her + night attire, and wrapped in a great cloak, fell, nearly fainting, at the + foot of her bed, followed by four of her ladies-in-waiting and three of + the women of the bed-chamber. Her delicate feet were bare, and bleeding + from a wound she had received in running. + </p> + <p> + She cried, weeping like a child, that a pistol-shot had broken her + shutters and her window-panes, and had wounded her; she entreated the + Queen to send her into exile, where she would be more tranquil than in a + country where they wished to assassinate her because she was the friend of + her Majesty. + </p> + <p> + Her hair was in great disorder, and fell to her feet. It was her chief + beauty; and the young Queen thought that this toilette was less the result + of chance than might have been imagined. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my dear, what has happened?” she said to her with + sang-froid. “You look like a Magdalen, but in her youth, and before + she repented. It is probable that if they wish to harm any one here it is + I; calm yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Madame! save me, protect me! it is Richelieu who pursues me, I + am sure!” + </p> + <p> + The sound of pistols, which was then heard more distinctly, convinced the + Queen that the terrors of Madame de Chevreuse were not vain. + </p> + <p> + “Come and dress me, Madame de Motteville!” cried she. But that + lady had completely lost her self-possession, and, opening one of those + immense ebony coffers which then answered the purpose of wardrobes, took + from it a casket of the Princess’s diamonds to save it, and did not + listen to her. The other women had seen on a window the reflection of + torches, and, imagining that the palace was on fire, threw jewels, laces, + golden vases, and even the china, into sheets which they intended to lower + into the street. At this moment Madame de Guemenee arrived, a little more + dressed than the Duchesse de Chevreuse, but taking events still more + tragically. Her terror inspired the Queen with a slight degree of fear, + because of the ceremonious and placid character she was known to possess. + She entered without curtseying, pale as a spectre, and said with + volubility: + </p> + <p> + “Madame, it is time to make our confession. The Louvre is attacked, + and all the populace are arriving from the city, I have been told.” + </p> + <p> + Terror silenced and rendered motionless all the persons present. + </p> + <p> + “We shall die!” exclaimed the Duchesse de Chevreuse, still on + her knees. “Ah, my God! why did I leave England? Yes, let us + confess. I confess aloud. I have loved—I have been loved by—” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the Queen, “I do not undertake to hear your + confession to the end. That would not perhaps be the least of my dangers, + of which, however, you think little.” + </p> + <p> + The coolness of Anne of Austria, and this last severe observation, + however, restored a little calm to this beautiful personage, who rose in + confusion, and perceiving the disordered state of her toilet, went to + repair it as she best could in a closet near by. + </p> + <p> + “Dona Stefania,” said the Queen to one of her women, the only + Spaniard whom she had retained, “go seek the captain of the guards. + It is time that I should see men at last, and hear something reasonable.” + </p> + <p> + She said this in Spanish, and the mystery of this order, spoken in a + tongue which the ladies did not understand, restored those in the chamber + to their senses. + </p> + <p> + The waiting-woman was telling her beads, but she rose from the corner of + the alcove in which she had sought refuge, and hastened to obey her + mistress. + </p> + <p> + The signs of revolt and the evidences of terror became meantime more + distinct. In the great court of the Louvre was heard the trampling of the + horses of the guards, the orders of the chiefs, the rolling of the Queen’s + carriages, which were being prepared, should it be necessary to fly. The + rattling of the iron chains dragged along the pavement to form barricades + in case of an attack, hurried steps in the corridor, the clash of arms, + the confused cries of the people, which rose and fell, went and came + again, like the noise of the waves and the winds. The door once more + opened, and this time it was to admit a very charming person. + </p> + <p> + “I expected you, dear Marie,” said the Queen, extending her + arms to the Duchesse de Mantua. “You have been more courageous than + any of us; you are attired fit to be seen by all the court.” + </p> + <p> + “I was not in bed, fortunately,” replied the young Princesse + de Gonzaga, casting down her eyes. “I saw all these people from the + windows. O Madame, Madame, fly! I implore you to escape by the secret + stairway, and let us remain in your place. They might take one of us for + the Queen.” And she added, with tears, “I have heard cries of + death. Fly, Madame! I have no throne to lose. You are the daughter, the + wife, and the mother of kings. Save yourself, and leave us here!” + </p> + <p> + “You have more to lose than I, ‘m’amaie’, in + beauty, youth, and, I hope, in happiness,” said the Queen, with a + gracious smile, giving the Duchess her beautiful hands to kiss. “Remain + in my alcove and welcome; but we will both remain there. The only service + I accept from you, my sweet child, is to bring to my bed that little + golden casket which my poor Motteville has left on the ground, and which + contains all that I hold most precious.” + </p> + <p> + Then, as she took it, she whispered in Marie’s ear: + </p> + <p> + “Should any misfortune happen to me, swear that you will throw it + into the Seine.” + </p> + <p> + “I will obey you, Madame, as my benefactress and my second mother,” + Marie answered, weeping. + </p> + <p> + The sound of the conflict redoubled on the quays, and the windows + reflected the flash of the firearms, of which they heard the explosion. + The captain of the guards and the captain of the Swiss sent for orders + from the Queen through Dona Stefania. + </p> + <p> + “I permit them to enter,” said the Queen. “Stand aside, + ladies. I am a man in a moment like this; and I ought to be so.” + Then, raising the bed-curtains, she continued, addressing the two + officers: + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, first remember that you answer with your heads for the + life of the princes, my children. You know that, Monsieur de Guitaut?” + </p> + <p> + “I sleep across their doorway, Madame; but this disturbance does not + threaten either them or your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well; do not think of me until after them,” interrupted + the Queen, “and protect indiscriminately all who are threatened. You + also hear me, Monsieur de Bassompierre; you are a gentleman. Forget that + your uncle is yet in the Bastille, and do your duty by the grandsons of + the dead King, his friend.” + </p> + <p> + He was a young man, with a frank, open countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” said he, with a slight German accent, “may + see that I have forgotten my family, and not yours.” And he + displayed his left hand despoiled of two fingers, which had just been cut + off. “I have still another hand,” said he, bowing and + withdrawing with Guitaut. + </p> + <p> + The Queen, much moved, rose immediately, and, despite the prayers of the + Princesse de Guemenee, the tears of Marie de Gonzaga, and the cries of + Madame de Chevreuse, insisted upon placing herself at the window, and half + opened it, leaning upon the shoulder of the Duchesse de Mantua. + </p> + <p> + “What do I hear?” she said. “They are crying, ‘Long + live the King! Long live the Queen!’” + </p> + <p> + The people, imagining they recognized her, redoubled their cries at this + moment, and shouted louder than ever, “Down with the Cardinal! Long + live Monsieur le Grand!” + </p> + <p> + Marie shuddered. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter with you?” said the Queen, observing her. + But as she did not answer, and trembled in every limb, this good and + gentle Princess appeared not to perceive it; and, paying the greatest + attention to the cries and movements of the populace, she even exaggerated + an inquietude which she had not felt since the first name had reached her + ear. An hour later, when they came to tell her that the crowd only awaited + a sign from her hand to withdraw, she waved it graciously, and with an air + of satisfaction. But this joy was far from being complete, for her heart + was still troubled by many things, and, above all, by the presentiment of + the regency. The more she leaned forward to show herself, the more she + beheld the revolting scenes which the increasing light revealed. Terror + took possession of her soul as it became necessary to appear calm and + confiding; and her heart was saddened at the very gayety of her words and + countenance. Exposed to all eyes, she felt herself a mere woman, and + shuddered in looking at that people whom she would soon perhaps be called + upon to govern, and who already took upon themselves to demand the death + of ministers, and to call upon their Queen to appear before them. + </p> + <p> + She saluted them. + </p> + <p> + A hundred and fifty years later that salute was repeated by another + princess, like herself of Austrian blood, and Queen of France. The + monarchy without foundation, such as Richelieu made it, was born and died + between these two salutes. + </p> + <p> + The Princess at last closed her windows, and hastened to dismiss her timid + suite. The thick curtains fell again over the barred windows; and the room + was no longer lighted by a day which was odious to her. Large white wax + flambeaux burned in candelabra, in the form of golden arms, which stand + out from the framed and flowered tapestries with which the walls were + hung. She remained alone with Marie de Mantua; and reentering with her the + enclosure which was formed by the royal balustrade, she fell upon her bed, + fatigued by her courage and her smiles, and burst into tears, leaning her + head upon her pillow. Marie, on her knees upon a velvet footstool, held + one of her hands in both hers, and without daring to speak first, leaned + her head tremblingly upon it; for until that moment, tears never had been + seen in the Queen’s eyes. + </p> + <p> + They remained thus for some minutes. The Princess, then raising herself up + by a painful effort, spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Do not afflict yourself, my child; let me weep. It is such a relief + to one who reigns! If you pray to God for me, ask Him to grant me + sufficient strength not to hate the enemy who pursues me everywhere, and + who will destroy the royal family of France and the monarchy by his + boundless ambition. I recognize him in all that has taken place; I see him + in this tumultuous revolt.” + </p> + <p> + “What, Madame! is he not at Narbonne?—for it is the Cardinal + of whom you speak, no doubt; and have you not heard that these cries were + for you, and against him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, ‘m’amie’, he is three hundred leagues away + from us, but his fatal genius keeps guard at the door. If these cries have + been heard, it is because he has allowed them; if these men were + assembled, it is because they have not yet reached the hour which he has + destined for their destruction. Believe me, I know him; and I have dearly + paid for the knowledge of that dark soul. It has cost me all the power of + my rank, the pleasures of my age, the affection of my family and even the + heart of my husband. He has isolated me from the whole world. He now + confines me within a barrier of honors and respect; and formerly he dared, + to the scandal of all France, to bring an accusation against myself. They + examined my papers, they interrogated me, they made me sign myself guilty, + and ask the King’s pardon for a fault of which I was ignorant; and I + owed to the devotion, and the perhaps eternal imprisonment of a faithful + servant, the preservation of this casket which you have saved for me. I + read in your looks that you think me too fearful; but do not deceive + yourself, as all the court now does. Be sure, my dear child, that this man + is everywhere, and that he knows even our thoughts.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [His name was Laporte. Neither the fear of torture nor the hope of + the Cardinal’s reward could draw from him one word of the Queen’s + secrets.] +</pre> + <p> + “What, Madame! does he know all that these men have cried under your + windows, and the names of those who sent them?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; no doubt he knows it, or has foreseen it. He permits it; he + authorizes it, to compromise me in the King’s eyes, and keep him + forever separated from me. He would complete my humiliation.” + </p> + <p> + “But the King has not loved him for two years; he loves another.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen smiled; she gazed some time in silence upon the pure and open + features of the beautiful Marie, and her look, full of candor, which was + languidly raised toward her. She smoothed back the black curls which + shaded her noble forehead, and seemed to rest her eyes and her soul in + looking at the charming innocence displayed upon so lovely a face. She + kissed her cheek, and resumed: + </p> + <p> + “You do not suspect, my poor child, a sad truth. It is that the King + loves no one, and that those who appear the most in favor will be the + soonest abandoned by him, and thrown to him who engulfs and devours all.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, mon Dieu! what is this you tell me?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know how many he has destroyed?” continued the Queen, + in a low voice, and looking into her eyes as if to read in them all her + thoughts, and to make her own penetrate there. “Do you know the end + of his favorites? Have you been told of the exile of Baradas; of that of + Saint-Simon; of the convent of Mademoiselle de la Fayette, the shame of + Madame d’Hautfort, the death of Chalais? All have fallen before an + order from Richelieu to his master. Without this favor, which you mistake + for friendship, their lives would have been peaceful. But this favor is + mortal; it is a poison. Look at this tapestry, which represents Semele. + The favorites of Louis XIII resemble that woman; his attachment devours + like this fire, which dazzles and consumes her.” + </p> + <p> + But the young Duchess was no longer in a condition to listen to the Queen. + She continued to fix her large, dark eyes upon her, dimmed by a veil of + tears; her hands trembled in those of Anne of Austria, and her lips + quivered with convulsive agitation. + </p> + <p> + “I am very cruel, am I not, Marie?” continued the Queen, in an + extremely sweet voice, and caressing her like a child from whom one would + draw an avowal. “Oh, yes; no doubt I am very wicked! Your heart is + full; you can not bear it, my child. Come, tell me; how do matters stand + with you and Monsieur de Cinq-Mars?” + </p> + <p> + At this word grief found a vent, and, still on her knees at the Queen’s + feet, Marie in her turn shed upon the bosom of the good Princess a deluge + of tears, with childish sobs and so violent an agitation of her head and + her beautiful shoulders that it seemed as if her heart would break. The + Queen waited a long time for the end of this first emotion, rocking her in + her arms as if to appease her grief, frequently repeating, “My + child, my child, do not afflict yourself thus!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Madame!” she exclaimed, “I have been guilty toward + you; but I did not reckon upon that heart. I have done wrong, and I shall + perhaps be punished severely for it. But, alas! how shall I venture to + confess to you, Madame? It was not so much to open my heart to you that + was difficult; it was to avow to you that I had need to read there myself.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen reflected a moment, laying her finger upon her lips. “You + are right,” she then replied; “you are quite right. Marie, it + is always the first word which is the most difficult to say; and that + difficulty often destroys us. But it must be so; and without this rule one + would be often wanting in dignity. Ah, how difficult it is to reign! + To-day I would descend into your heart, but I come too late to do you + good.” + </p> + <p> + Marie de Mantua hung her head without making any reply. + </p> + <p> + “Must I encourage you to speak?” said the Queen. “Must I + remind you that I have almost adopted you for my eldest daughter? that + after seeking to unite you with the King’s brother, I prepared for + you the throne of Poland? Must I do more, Marie? Yes, I must, I will. If + afterward you do not open your whole heart to me, I have misjudged you. + Open this golden casket; here is the key. Open it fearlessly; do not + tremble as I do.” + </p> + <p> + The Duchesse de Mantua obeyed with hesitation, and beheld in this little + chased coffer a knife of rude form, the handle of which was of iron, and + the blade very rusty. It lay upon some letters carefully folded, upon + which was the name of Buckingham. She would have lifted them; Anne of + Austria stopped her. + </p> + <p> + “Seek nothing further,” she said; “that is all the + treasure of the Queen. And it is a treasure; for it is the blood of a man + who lives no longer, but who lived for me. He was the most beautiful, the + bravest, the most illustrious of the nobles of Europe. He covered himself + with the diamonds of the English crown to please me. He raised up a fierce + war and armed fleets, which he himself commanded, that he might have the + happiness of once fighting him who was my husband. He traversed the seas + to gather a flower upon which I had trodden, and ran the risk of death to + kiss and bathe with his tears the foot of this bed in the presence of two + of my ladies-in-waiting. Shall I say more? Yes, I will say it to you—I + loved him! I love him still in the past more than I could love him in the + present. He never knew it, never divined it. This face, these eyes, were + marble toward him, while my heart burned and was breaking with grief; but + I was the Queen of France!” Here Anne of Austria forcibly grasped + Marie’s arm. “Dare now to complain,” she continued, + “if you have not yet ventured to speak to me of your love, and dare + now to be silent when I have told you these things!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes, Madame, I shall dare to confide my grief to you, since you + are to me—” + </p> + <p> + “A friend, a woman!” interrupted the Queen. “I was a + woman in my terror, which put you in possession of a secret unknown to the + whole world. I am a woman by a love which survives the man I loved. Speak; + tell me! It is now time.” + </p> + <p> + “It is too late, on the contrary,” replied Marie, with a + forced smile. “Monsieur de Cinq-Mars and I are united forever.” + </p> + <p> + “Forever!” exclaimed the Queen. “Can you mean it? And + your rank, your name, your future—is all lost? Do you reserve this + despair for your brother, the Duc de Bethel, and all the Gonzagas?” + </p> + <p> + “For more than four years I have thought of it. I am resolved; and + for ten days we have been affianced.” + </p> + <p> + “Affianced!” exclaimed the Queen, clasping her hands. “You + have been deceived, Marie. Who would have dared this without the King’s + order? It is an intrigue which I will know. I am sure that you have been + misled and deceived.” + </p> + <p> + Marie hesitated a moment, and then said: + </p> + <p> + “Nothing is more simple, Madame, than our attachment. I inhabited, + you know, the old chateau of Chaumont, with the Marechale d’Effiat, + the mother of Monsieur de Cinq-Mars. I had retired there to mourn the + death of my father; and it soon happened that Monsieur de Cinq-Mars had to + deplore the loss of his. In this numerous afflicted family, I saw his + grief only, which was as profound as mine. All that he said, I had already + thought, and when we spoke of our afflictions we found them wholly alike. + As I had been the first to suffer, I was better acquainted with sorrow + than he; and I endeavored to console him by telling him all that I had + suffered, so that in pitying me he forgot himself. This was the beginning + of our love, which, as you see, had its birth, as it were, between two + tombs.” + </p> + <p> + “God grant, my sweet, that it may have a happy termination!” + said the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “I hope so, Madame, since you pray for me,” continued Marie. + “Besides, everything now smiles upon me; but at that time I was very + miserable. The news arrived one day at the chateau that the Cardinal had + called Monsieur de Cinq-Mars to the army. It seemed to me that I was again + deprived of one of my relatives; and yet we were strangers. But Monsieur + de Bassompierre spoke without ceasing of battles and death. I retired + every evening in grief, and I wept during the night. I thought at first + that my tears flowed for the past, but I soon perceived that it was for + the future; and I felt that they could not be the same tears, since I + wished to conceal them. Some time passed in the expectation of his + departure. I saw him every day; and I pitied him for having to depart, + because he repeated to me every instant that he would have wished to live + eternally as he then did, in his own country and with us. He was thus + without ambition until the day of his departure, because he knew not + whether he was—whether he was—I dare not say it to your + Majesty—” + </p> + <p> + Marie blushed, cast down her humid eyes, and smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Well!” said the Queen, “whether he was beloved,—is + it not so?” + </p> + <p> + “And in the evening, Madame, he left, ambitious.” + </p> + <p> + “That is evident, certainly. He left,” said Anne of Austria, + somewhat relieved; “but he has been back two years, and you have + seen him?” + </p> + <p> + “Seldom, Madame,” said the young Duchess, proudly; “and + always in the presence of the priest, before whom I have promised to be + the wife of no other than Cinq-Mars.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it really, then, a marriage? Have you dared to do it? I shall + inquire. But, Heaven, what faults! how many faults in the few words I have + heard! Let me reflect upon them.” + </p> + <p> + And, speaking aloud to herself, the Queen continued, her eyes and head + bent in the attitude of reflection: + </p> + <p> + “Reproaches are useless and cruel if the evil is done. The past is + no longer ours; let us think of the future. Cinq-Mars is brave, able, and + even profound in his ideas. I have observed that he has done much in two + years, and I now see that it was for Marie. He comports himself well; he + is worthy of her in my eyes, but not so in the eyes of Europe. He must + rise yet higher. The Princesse de Mantua can not, may not, marry less than + a prince. He must become one. By myself I can do nothing; I am not the + Queen, I am the neglected wife of the King. There is only the Cardinal, + the eternal Cardinal, and he is his enemy; and perhaps this disturbance—” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! it is the beginning of war between them. I saw it at once.” + </p> + <p> + “He is lost then!” exclaimed the Queen, embracing Marie. + “Pardon me, my child, for thus afflicting you; but in times like + these we must see all and say all. Yes, he is lost if he does not himself + overthrow this wicked man—for the King will not renounce him; force + alone—” + </p> + <p> + “He will overthrow him, Madame. He will do it, if you will assist + him. You are the divinity of France. Oh, I conjure you, protect the angel + against the demon! It is your cause, that of your royal family, that of + all your nation.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen smiled. + </p> + <p> + “It is, above all, your cause, my child; and it is as such that I + will embrace it to the utmost extent of my power. That is not great, as I + have told you; but such as it is, I lend it to you entirely, provided, + however, that this angel does not stoop to commit mortal sins,” + added she, with a meaning look. “I heard his name pronounced this + night by voices most unworthy of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Madame, I would swear that he knows nothing of it!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my child, do not speak of State affairs. You are not yet + learned enough in them. Let me sleep, if I can, before the hour of my + toilette. My eyes are burning, and yours also, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + Saying these words, the amiable Queen laid her head upon the pillow which + covered the casket, and soon Marie saw her fall asleep through sheer + fatigue. She then rose, and, seating herself in a great, tapestried, + square armchair, clasped her hands upon her knees, and began to reflect + upon her painful situation. Consoled by the aspect of her gentle + protectress, she often raised her eyes to watch her slumber, and sent her + in secret all the blessings which love showers upon those who protect it, + sometimes kissing the curls of her blond hair, as if by this kiss she + could convey to her soul all the ideas favorable to the thought ever + present to her mind. + </p> + <p> + The Queen’s slumber was prolonged, while Marie thought and wept. + However, she remembered that at ten o’clock she must appear at the + royal toilette before all the court. She resolved to cast aside + reflection, to dry her tears, and she took a thick folio volume placed + upon a table inlaid with enamel and medallions; it was the ‘Astree’ + of M. d’Urfe—a work ‘de belle galanterie’ adored + by the fair prudes of the court. The unsophisticated and straightforward + mind of Marie could not enter into these pastoral loves. She was too + simple to understand the ‘bergeres du Lignon’, too clever to + be pleased at their discourse, and too impassioned to feel their + tenderness. However, the great popularity of the romance so far influenced + her that she sought to compel herself to take an interest in it; and, + accusing herself internally every time that she felt the ennui which + exhaled from the pages of the book, she ran through it with impatience to + find something to please and transport her. An engraving arrested her + attention. It represented the shepherdess Astree with high-heeled shoes, a + corset, and an immense farthingale, standing on tiptoe to watch floating + down the river the tender Celadon, drowning himself in despair at having, + been somewhat coldly received in the morning. Without explaining to + herself the reason of the taste and accumulated fallacies of this picture, + she sought, in turning over the pages, something which could fix her + attention; she saw the word “Druid.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! here is a great character,” said she. “I shall no + doubt read of one of those mysterious sacrificers of whom Britain, I am + told, still preserves the monuments; but I shall see him sacrificing men. + That would be a spectacle of horror; however, let us read it.” + </p> + <p> + Saying this, Marie read with repugnance, knitting her brows, and nearly + trembling, the following: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Druid Adamas delicately called the shepherds Pimandre, + Ligdamont, and Clidamant, newly arrived from Calais. ‘This + adventure can not terminate,’ said he, ‘but by the extremity of + love. The soul, when it loves, transforms itself into the object + beloved; it is to represent this that my agreeable enchantments will + show you in this fountain the nymph Sylvia, whom you all three love. + The high-priest Amasis is about to come from Montbrison, and will + explain to you the delicacy of this idea. Go, then, gentle + shepherds! If your desires are well regulated, they will not cause + you any torments; and if they are not so, you will be punished by + swoonings similar to those of Celadon, and the shepherdess Galatea, + whom the inconstant Hercules abandoned in the mountains of Auvergne, + and who gave her name to the tender country of the Gauls; or you + will be stoned by the shepherdesses of Lignon, as was the ferocious + Amidor. The great nymph of this cave has made an enchantment.’” + </pre> + <p> + The enchantment of the great nymph was complete on the Princess, who had + hardly sufficient strength to find out with a trembling hand, toward the + end of the book, that the Druid Adamas was an ingenious allegory, + representing the Lieutenant-General of Montbrison, of the family of the + Papons. Her weary eyes closed, and the great book slipped from her lap to + the cushion of velvet upon which her feet were placed, and where the + beautiful Astree and the gallant Celadon reposed luxuriously, less + immovable than Marie de Mantua, vanquished by them and by profound + slumber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. THE CONFUSION + </h2> + <p> + This same morning, the various events of which we have seen in the + apartments of Gaston d’Orleans and of the Queen, the calm and + silence of study reigned in a modest cabinet of a large house near the + Palais de justice. A bronze lamp, of a gothic shape, struggling with the + coming day, threw its red light upon a mass of papers and books which + covered a large table; it lighted the bust of L’Hopital, that of + Montaigne the essayist, the President de Thou, and of King Louis XIII. + </p> + <p> + A fireplace sufficiently large for a man to enter and sit there was + occupied by a large fire burning upon enormous andirons. Upon one of these + was placed the foot of the studious De Thou, who, already risen, examined + with attention the new works of Descartes and Grotius. He was writing upon + his knee his notes upon these books of philosophy and politics, which were + then the general subjects of conversation; but at this moment the ‘Meditations + Metaphysiques’ absorbed all his attention. The philosopher of + Touraine enchanted the young counsellor. Often, in his enthusiasm, he + struck the book, uttering exclamations of admiration; sometimes he took a + sphere placed near him, and, turning it with his fingers, abandoned + himself to the most profound reveries of science; then, led by them to a + still greater elevation of mind, he would suddenly throw himself upon his + knees before a crucifix, placed upon the chimney-piece, because at the + limits of the human mind he had found God. At other times he buried + himself in his great armchair, so as to be nearly sitting upon his + shoulders, and, placing his two hands upon his eyes, followed in his head + the trace of the reasoning of Rene Descartes, from this idea of the first + meditation: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Suppose that we are asleep, and that all these particularities— + that is, that we open our eyes, move our heads, spread our arms—are + nothing but false illusions.” + </pre> + <p> + to this sublime conclusion of the third: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Only one thing remains to be said; it is that like the idea of + myself, that of God is born and produced with me from the time I was + created. And certainly it should not be thought strange that God, + in creating me, should have implanted in me this idea, to be, as it + were, the mark of the workman impressed upon his work.” + </pre> + <p> + These thoughts entirely occupied the mind of the young counsellor, when a + loud noise was heard under the windows. He thought that some house on fire + excited these prolonged cries, and hastened to look toward the wing of the + building occupied by his mother and sisters; but all appeared to sleep + there, and the chimneys did not even send forth any smoke, to attest that + its inhabitants were even awake. He blessed Heaven for it; and, running to + another window, he saw the people, whose exploits we have witnessed, + hastening toward the narrow streets which led to the quay. + </p> + <p> + After examining this rabble of women and children, the ridiculous flag + which led them, and the rude disguises of the men: “It is some + popular fete or some carnival comedy,” said he; and again returning + to the corner of the fire, he placed a large almanac upon the table, and + carefully sought in it what saint was honored that day. He looked in the + column of the month of December; and, finding at the fourth day of this + month the name of Ste.-Barbe, he remembered that he had seen several small + cannons and barrels pass, and, perfectly satisfied with the explanation + which he had given himself, he hastened to drive away the interruption + which had called off his attention, and resumed his quiet studies, rising + only to take a book from the shelves of his library, and, after reading in + it a phrase, a line, or only a word, he threw it from him upon his table + or on the floor, covered in this way with books or papers which he would + not trouble himself to return to their places, lest he should break the + thread of his reveries. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the door was hastily opened, and a name was announced which he + had distinguished among those at the bar—a man whom his connections + with the magistracy had made personally known to him. + </p> + <p> + “And by what chance, at five o’clock in the morning, do I see + Monsieur Fournier?” he cried. “Are there some unfortunates to + defend, some families to be supported by the fruits of his talent, some + error to dissipate in us, some virtue to awaken in our hearts? for these + are of his accustomed works. You come, perhaps, to inform me of some fresh + humiliation of our parliament. Alas! the secret chambers of the Arsenal + are more powerful than the ancient magistracy of Clovis. The parliament is + on its knees; all is lost, unless it is soon filled with men like + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, I do not merit your praise,” said the Advocate, + entering, accompanied by a grave and aged man, enveloped like himself in a + large cloak. “I deserve, on the contrary, your censure; and I am + almost a penitent, as is Monsieur le Comte du Lude, whom you see here. We + come to ask an asylum for the day.” + </p> + <p> + “An asylum! and against whom?” said De Thou, making them sit + down. + </p> + <p> + “Against the lowest people in Paris, who wish to have us for chiefs, + and from whom we fly. It is odious; the sight, the smell, the ear, and the + touch, above all, are too severely wounded by it,” said M. du Lude, + with a comical gravity. “It is too much!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! too much, you say?” said De Thou, very much astonished, + but not willing to show it. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the Advocate; “really, between + ourselves, Monsieur le Grand goes too far.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he pushes things too fast. He will render all our projects + abortive,” added his companion. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! and you say he goes too far?” replied M. de Thou, rubbing + his chin, more and more surprised. + </p> + <p> + Three months had passed since his friend Cinq-Mars had been to see him; + and he, without feeling much disquieted about it—knowing that he was + at St.-Germain in high favor, and never quitting the King—was far + removed from the news of the court. Absorbed in his grave studies, he + never heard of public events till they were forced upon his attention. He + knew nothing of current life until the last moment, and often amused his + intimate friends by his naive astonishment—the more so that from a + little worldly vanity he desired to have it appear as if he were fully + acquainted with the course of events, and tried to conceal the surprise he + experienced at every fresh intelligence. He was now in this situation, and + to this vanity was added the feeling of friendship; he would not have it + supposed that Cinq-Mars had been negligent toward him, and, for his friend’s + honor even, would appear to be aware of his projects. + </p> + <p> + “You know very well how we stand now,” continued the Advocate. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, of course. Well?” + </p> + <p> + “Intimate as you are with him, you can not be ignorant that all has + been organizing for a year past.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, all has been organizing; but proceed.” + </p> + <p> + “You will admit with us that Monsieur le Grand is wrong?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that is as it may be; but explain yourself. I shall see.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you know upon what we had agreed at the last conference of + which he informed you?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that is to say—pardon me, I perceive it almost; but set + me a little upon the track.” + </p> + <p> + “It is useless; you no doubt remember what he himself recommended us + to do at Marion de Lorme’s?” + </p> + <p> + “To add no one to our list,” said M. du Lude. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes, yes! I understand,” said De Thou; “that + appears reasonable, very reasonable, truly.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” continued Fournier, “he himself has infringed + this agreement; for this morning, besides the ragamuffins whom that ferret + the Abbe de Gondi brought to us, there was some vagabond captain, who + during the night struck with sword and poniard gentlemen of both parties, + crying out at the top of his voice, ‘A moi, D’Aubijoux! You + gained three thousand ducats from me; here are three sword-thrusts for + you. ‘A moi’, La Chapelle! I will have ten drops of your blood + in exchange for my ten pistoles!’ and I myself saw him attack these + gentlemen and many more of both sides, loyally enough, it is true—for + he struck them only in front and on their guard—but with great + success, and with a most revolting impartiality.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Monsieur, and I was about to tell him my opinion,” + interposed De Lude, “when I saw him escape through the crowd like a + squirrel, laughing greatly with some suspicious looking men with dark, + swarthy faces; I do not doubt, however, that Monsieur de Cinq-Mars sent + him, for he gave orders to that Ambrosio whom you must know—that + Spanish prisoner, that rascal whom he has taken for a servant. In faith, I + am disgusted with all this; and I was not born to mingle with this + canaille.” + </p> + <p> + “This, Monsieur,” replied Fournier, “is very different + from the affair at Loudun. There the people only rose, without actually + revolting; it was the sensible and estimable part of the populace, + indignant at an assassination, and not heated by wine and money. It was a + cry raised against an executioner—a cry of which one could honorably + be the organ—and not these howlings of factious hypocrisy, of a mass + of unknown people, the dregs of the mud and sewers of Paris. I confess + that I am very tired of what I see; and I have come to entreat you to + speak about it to Monsieur le Grand.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou was very much embarrassed during this conversation, and sought in + vain to understand what Cinq-Mars could have to do with the people, who + appeared to him merely merrymaking; on the other hand, he persisted in not + owning his ignorance. It was, however, complete; for the last time he had + seen his friend, he had spoken only of the King’s horses and + stables, of hawking, and of the importance of the King’s huntsmen in + the affairs of the State, which did not seem to announce vast projects in + which the people could take a part. He at last timidly ventured to say: + </p> + <p> + “Messieurs, I promise to do your commission; meanwhile, I offer you + my table and beds as long as you please. But to give my advice in this + matter is very difficult. By the way, it was not the fete of Sainte-Barbe + I saw this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “The Sainte-Barbe!” said Fournier. + </p> + <p> + “The Sainte-Barbe!” echoed Du Lude. “They burned powder.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, yes! that is what Monsieur de Thou means,” said + Fournier, laughing; “very good, very good indeed! Yes, I think + to-day is Sainte-Barbe.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou was now altogether confused and reduced to silence; as for the + others, seeing that they did not understand him, nor he them, they had + recourse to silence. + </p> + <p> + They were sitting thus mute, when the door opened to admit the old tutor + of Cinq-Mars, the Abbe Quillet, who entered, limping slightly. He looked + very gloomy, retaining none of his former gayety in his air or language; + but his look was still animated, and his speech energetic. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, my dear De Thou, that I so early disturb you in your + occupations; it is strange, is it not, in a gouty invalid? Ah, time + advances; two years ago I did not limp. I was, on the contrary, nimble + enough at the time of my journey to Italy; but then fear gives legs as + well as wings.” + </p> + <p> + Then, retiring into the recess of a window, he signed De Thou to come to + him. + </p> + <p> + “I need hardly remind you, my friend, who are in their secrets, that + I affianced them a fortnight ago, as they have told you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, indeed! Whom?” exclaimed poor De Thou, fallen from the + Charybdis into the Scylla of astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, don’t affect surprise; you know very well whom,” + continued the Abbe. “But, faith, I fear I have been too complaisant + with them, though these two children are really interesting in their love. + I fear for him more than for her; I doubt not he is acting very foolishly, + judging from the disturbance this morning. We must consult together about + it.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” said De Thou, very gravely, “upon my honor, I do + not know what you mean. Who is acting foolishly?” + </p> + <p> + “Now, my dear Monsieur, will you still play the mysterious with me? + It is really insulting,” said the worthy man, beginning to be angry. + </p> + <p> + “No, indeed, I mean it not; whom have you affianced?” + </p> + <p> + “Again! fie, Monsieur!” + </p> + <p> + “And what was the disturbance this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “You are laughing at me! I take my leave,” said the Abbe, + rising. + </p> + <p> + “I vow that I understand not a word of all that has been told me + to-day. Do you mean Monsieur de Cinq-Mars?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Monsieur, very well! you treat me as a Cardinalist; very + well, we part,” said the Abbe Quillet, now altogether furious. And + he snatched up his crutch and quitted the room hastily, without listening + to De Thou, who followed him to his carriage, seeking to pacify him, but + without effect, because he did not wish to name his friend upon the stairs + in the hearing of his servants, and could not explain the matter + otherwise. He had the annoyance of seeing the old Abbe depart, still in a + passion; he called out to him amicably, “Tomorrow,” as the + coachman drove off, but got no answer. + </p> + <p> + It was, however, not uselessly that he had descended to the foot of the + stairs, for he saw thence hideous groups of the mob returning from the + Louvre, and was thus better able to judge of the importance of their + movements in the morning; he heard rude voices exclaiming, as in triumph: + </p> + <p> + “She showed herself, however, the little Queen!” “Long + live the good Duc de Bouillon, who is coming to us! He has a hundred + thousand men with him, all on rafts on the Seine. The old Cardinal de la + Rochelle is dead! Long live the King! Long live Monsieur le Grand!” + </p> + <p> + The cries redoubled at the arrival of a carriage and four, with the royal + livery, which stopped at the counsellor’s door, and in which De Thou + recognized the equipage of Cinq-Mars; Ambrosio alighted to open the ample + curtains, which the carriages of that period had for doors. The people + threw themselves between the carriage-steps and the door of the house, so + that Cinq-Mars had an absolute struggle ere he could get out and disengage + himself from the market-women, who sought to embrace him, crying: + </p> + <p> + “Here you are, then, my sweet, my dear! Here you are, my pet! Ah, + how handsome he is, the love, with his big collar! Isn’t he worth + more than the other fellow with the white moustache? Come, my son, bring + us out some good wine this morning.” + </p> + <p> + Henri d’Effiat pressed, blushing deeply the while, his friend’s + hand,—who hastened to have his doors closed. + </p> + <p> + “This popular favor is a cup one must drink,” said he, as they + ascended the stairs. + </p> + <p> + “It appears to me,” replied De Thou, gravely, “that you + drink it even to the very dregs.” + </p> + <p> + “I will explain all this clamorous affair to you,” answered + Cinq-Mars, somewhat embarrassed. “At present, if you love me, dress + yourself to accompany me to the Queen’s toilette.” + </p> + <p> + “I promised you blind adherence,” said the counsellor; “but + truly I can not keep my eyes shut much longer if—” + </p> + <p> + “Once again, I will give you a full explanation as we return from + the Queen. But make haste; it is nearly ten o’clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I will go with you,” replied De Thou, conducting him + into his cabinet, where were the Comte du Lude and Fournier, while he + himself passed into his dressing-room. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. TOILETTE + </h2> + <p> + The carriage of the Grand Equerry was rolling rapidly toward the Louvre, + when, closing the curtain, he took his friend’s hand, and said to + him with emotion: + </p> + <p> + “Dear De Thou, I have kept great secrets in my heart, and, believe + me, they have weighed heavily there; but two fears impelled me to silence—that + of your danger, and—shall I say it?—that of your counsels.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet well you know,” replied De Thou, “that I despise + the first; and I deemed that you did not despise the second.” + </p> + <p> + “No, but I feared, and still fear them. I would not be stopped. Do + not speak, my friend; not a word, I conjure you, before you have heard and + seen all that is about to take place. I will return with you to your house + on quitting the Louvre; there I will listen to you, and thence I shall + depart to continue my work, for nothing will shake my resolve, I warn you. + I have just said so to the gentlemen at your house.” + </p> + <p> + In his accent Cinq-Mars had nothing of the brusqueness which clothed his + words. His voice was conciliatory, his look gentle, amiable, affectionate, + his air as tranquil as it was determined. There was no indication of the + slightest effort at control. De Thou remarked it, and sighed. + </p> + <p> + Alighting from the carriage with him, De Thou followed him up the great + staircase of the Louvre. When they entered the Queen’s apartment, + announced by two ushers dressed in black and bearing ebony rods, she was + seated at her toilette. This was a table of black wood, inlaid with + tortoiseshell, mother-of-pearl, and brass, in an infinity of designs of + very bad taste, but which give to all furniture an air of grandeur which + we still admire in it. A mirror, rounded at the top, which the ladies of + our time would consider small and insignificant, stood in the middle of + the table, whereon were scattered jewels and necklaces. + </p> + <p> + Anne of Austria, seated before it in a large armchair of crimson velvet, + with long gold fringe, was as motionless and grave as on her throne, while + Dona Stefania and Madame de Motteville, on either side, lightly touched + her beautiful blond hair with a comb, as if finishing the Queen’s + coiffure, which, however, was already perfectly arranged and decorated + with pearls. Her long tresses, though light, were exquisitely glossy, + manifesting that to the touch they must be fine and soft as silk. The + daylight fell without a shade upon her forehead, which had no reason to + dread the test, itself reflecting an almost equal light from its + surpassing fairness, which the Queen was pleased thus to display. Her blue + eyes, blended with green, were large and regular, and her vermilion mouth + had that underlip of the princesses of Austria, somewhat prominent and + slightly cleft, in the form of a cherry, which may still be marked in all + the female portraits of this time, whose painters seemed to have aimed at + imitating the Queen’s mouth, in order to please the women of her + suite, whose desire was, no doubt, to resemble her. + </p> + <p> + The black dress then adopted by the court, and of which the form was even + fixed by an edict, set off the ivory of her arms, bare to the elbow, and + ornamented with a profusion of lace, which flowed from her loose sleeves. + Large pearls hung in her ears and from her girdle. Such was the appearance + of the Queen at this moment. At her feet, upon two velvet cushions, a boy + of four years old was playing with a little cannon, which he was + assiduously breaking in pieces. This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV. + The Duchesse Marie de Mantua was seated on her right hand upon a stool. + The Princesse de Guemenee, the Duchesse de Chevreuse, and Mademoiselle de + Montbazon, Mesdemoiselles de Guise, de Rohan, and de Vendome, all + beautiful and brilliant with youth, were behind her, standing. In the + recess of a window, Monsieur, his hat under his arm, was talking in a low + voice with a man, stout, with a red face and a steady and daring eye. This + was the Duc de Bouillon. An officer about twenty-five years of age, + well-formed, and of agreeable presence, had just given several papers to + the Prince, which the Duc de Bouillon appeared to be explaining to him. + </p> + <p> + De Thou, after having saluted the Queen, who said a few words to him, + approached the Princesse de Guemenee, and conversed with her in an + undertone, with an air of affectionate intimacy, but all the while intent + upon his friend’s interest. Secretly trembling lest he should have + confided his destiny to a being less worthy of him than he wished, he + examined the Princess Marie with the scrupulous attention, the + scrutinizing eye of a mother examining the woman whom her son has selected + for his bride—for he thought that Marie could not be altogether a + stranger to the enterprise of Cinq-Mars. He saw with dissatisfaction that + her dress, which was extremely elegant, appeared to inspire her with more + vanity than became her on such an occasion. She was incessantly + rearranging upon her forehead and her hair the rubies which ornamented her + head, and which scarcely equalled the brilliancy and animated color of her + complexion. She looked frequently at Cinq-Mars; but it was rather the look + of coquetry than that of love, and her eyes often glanced toward the + mirror on the toilette, in which she watched the symmetry of her beauty. + These observations of the counsellor began to persuade him that he was + mistaken in suspecting her to be the aim of Cinq-Mars, especially when he + saw that she seemed to have a pleasure in sitting at the Queen’s + side, while the duchesses stood behind her, and that she often looked + haughtily at them. + </p> + <p> + “In that heart of nineteen,” said he, “love, were there + love, would reign alone and above all to-day. It is not she!” + </p> + <p> + The Queen made an almost imperceptible movement of the head to Madame de + Guemenee. After the two friends had spoken a moment with each person + present, and at this sign, all the ladies, except Marie de Mantua, making + profound courtesies, quitted the apartment without speaking, as if by + previous arrangement. The Queen, then herself turning her chair, said to + Monsieur: + </p> + <p> + “My brother, I beg you will come and sit down by me. We will consult + upon what I have already told you. The Princesse Marie will not be in the + way. I begged her to remain. We have no interruption to fear.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen seemed more at ease in her manner and language; and no longer + preserving her severe and ceremonious immobility, she signed to the other + persons present to approach her. + </p> + <p> + Gaston d’Orleans, somewhat alarmed at this solemn opening, came + carelessly, sat down on her right hand, and said with a half-smile and a + negligent air, playing with his ruff and the chain of the Saint Esprit + which hung from his neck: + </p> + <p> + “I think, Madame, that we shall fatigue the ears of so young a + personage by a long conference. She would rather hear us speak of dances, + and of marriage, of an elector, or of the King of Poland, for example.” + </p> + <p> + Marie assumed a disdainful air; Cinq-Mars frowned. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me,” replied the Queen, looking at her; “I + assure you the politics of the present time interest her much. Do not seek + to escape us, my brother,” added she, smiling. “I have you + to-day! It is the least we can do to listen to Monsieur de Bouillon.” + </p> + <p> + The latter approached, holding by the hand the young officer of whom we + have spoken. + </p> + <p> + “I must first,” said he, “present to your Majesty the + Baron de Beauvau, who has just arrived from Spain.” + </p> + <p> + “From Spain?” said the Queen, with emotion. “There is + courage in that; you have seen my family?” + </p> + <p> + “He will speak to you of them, and of the Count-Duke of Olivares. As + to courage, it is not the first time he has shown it. He commanded the + cuirassiers of the Comte de Soissons.” + </p> + <p> + “How? so young, sir! You must be fond of political wars.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary, your Majesty will pardon me,” replied he, + “for I served with the princes of the peace.” + </p> + <p> + Anne of Austria smiled at this jeu-de-mot. The Duc de Bouillon, seizing + the moment to bring forward the grand question he had in view, quitted + Cinq-Mars, to whom he had just given his hand with an air of the most + zealous friendship, and approaching the Queen with him, “It is + miraculous, Madame,” said he, “that this period still contains + in its bosom some noble characters, such as these;” and he pointed + to the master of the horse, to young Beauvau, and to De Thou. “It is + only in them that we can place our hope for the future. Such men are + indeed very rare now, for the great leveller has swung a long scythe over + France.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it of Time you speak,” said the Queen, “or of a real + personage?” + </p> + <p> + “Too real, too living, too long living, Madame!” replied the + Duke, becoming more animated; “but his measureless ambition, his + colossal selfishness can no longer be endured. All those who have noble + hearts are indignant at this yoke; and at this moment, more than ever, we + see misfortunes threatening us in the future. It must be said, Madame—yes, + it is no longer time to blind ourselves to the truth, or to conceal it—the + King’s illness is serious. The moment for thinking and resolving has + arrived, for the time to act is not far distant.” + </p> + <p> + The severe and abrupt tone of M. de Bouillon did not surprise Anne of + Austria; but she had always seen him more calm, and was, therefore, + somewhat alarmed by the disquietude he betrayed. Quitting accordingly the + tone of pleasantry which she had at first adopted, she said: + </p> + <p> + “How! what fear you, and what would you do?” + </p> + <p> + “I fear nothing for myself, Madame, for the army of Italy or Sedan + will always secure my safety; but I fear for you, and perhaps for the + princes, your sons.” + </p> + <p> + “For my children, Monsieur le Duc, for the sons of France? Do you + hear him, my brother, and do you not appear astonished?” + </p> + <p> + The Queen was deeply agitated. + </p> + <p> + “No, Madame,” said Gaston d’Orleans, calmly; “you + know that I am accustomed to persecution. I am prepared to expect anything + from that man. He is master; we must be resigned.” + </p> + <p> + “He master!” exclaimed the Queen. “And from whom does he + derive his powers, if not from the King? And after the King, what hand + will sustain him? Can you tell me? Who will prevent him from again + returning to nothing? Will it be you or I?” + </p> + <p> + “It will be himself,” interrupted M. de Bouillon, “for + he seeks to be named regent; and I know that at this moment he + contemplates taking your children from you, and requiring the King to + confide them to his care.” + </p> + <p> + “Take them from me!” cried the mother, involuntarily seizing + the Dauphin, and taking him in her arms. + </p> + <p> + The child, standing between the Queen’s knees, looked at the men who + surrounded him with a gravity very singular for his age, and, seeing his + mother in tears, placed his hand upon the little sword he wore. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Monseigneur,” said the Duc de Bouillon, bending half down + to address to him what he intended for the Princess, “it is not + against us that you must draw your sword, but against him who is + undermining your throne. He prepares an empire for you, no doubt. You will + have an absolute sceptre; but he has scattered the fasces which indicated + it. Those fasces were your ancient nobility, whom he has decimated. When + you are king, you will be a great king. I foresee it; but you will have + subjects only, and no friends, for friendship exists only in independence + and a kind of equality which takes its rise in force. Your ancestors had + their peers; you will not have yours. May God aid you then, Monseigneur, + for man may not do it without institutions! Be great; but above all, + around you, a great man, let there be others as strong, so that if the one + stumbles, the whole monarchy may not fall.” + </p> + <p> + The Duc de Bouillon had a warmth of expression and a confidence of manner + which captivated those who heard him. His valor, his keen perception in + the field, the profundity of his political views, his knowledge of the + affairs of Europe, his reflective and decided character, all rendered him + one of the most capable and imposing men of his time-the only one, indeed, + whom the Cardinal-Duc really feared. The Queen always listened to him with + confidence, and allowed him to acquire a sort of empire over her. She was + now more deeply moved than ever. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, would to God,” she exclaimed, “that my son’s + mind was ripe for your counsels, and his arm strong enough to profit by + them! Until that time, however, I will listen, I will act for him. It is I + who should be, and it is I who shall be, regent. I will not resign this + right save with life. If we must make war, we will make it; for I will do + everything but submit to the shame and terror of yielding up the future + Louis XIV to this crowned subject. Yes,” she went on, coloring and + closely pressing the young Dauphin’s arm, “yes, my brother, + and you gentlemen, counsel me! Speak! how do we stand? Must I depart? + Speak openly. As a woman, as a wife, I could have wept over so mournful a + position; but now see, as a mother, I do not weep. I am ready to give you + orders if it is necessary.” + </p> + <p> + Never had Anne of Austria looked so beautiful as at this moment; and the + enthusiasm she manifested electrified all those present, who needed but a + word from her mouth to speak. The Duc de Bouillon cast a glance at + Monsieur, which decided him. + </p> + <p> + “Ma foi!” said he, with deliberation, “if you give + orders, my sister, I will be the captain of your guards, on my honor, for + I too am weary of the vexations occasioned me by this knave. He continues + to persecute me, seeks to break off my marriage, and still keeps my + friends in the Bastille, or has them assassinated from time to time; and + besides, I am indignant,” said he, recollecting himself and assuming + a more solemn air, “I am indignant at the misery of the people.” + </p> + <p> + “My brother,” returned the Princess, energetically, “I + take you at your word, for with you, one must do so; and I hope that + together we shall be strong enough for the purpose. Do only as Monsieur le + Comte de Soissons did, but survive your victory. Side with me, as you did + with Monsieur de Montmorency, but leap the ditch.” + </p> + <p> + Gaston felt the point of this. He called to mind the well-known incident + when the unfortunate rebel of Castelnaudary leaped almost alone a large + ditch, and found on the other side seventeen wounds, a prison, and death + in the sight of Monsieur, who remained motionless with his army. In the + rapidity of the Queen’s enunciation he had not time to examine + whether she had employed this expression proverbially or with a direct + reference; but at all events, he decided not to notice it, and was indeed + prevented from doing so by the Queen, who continued, looking at Cinq-Mars: + </p> + <p> + “But, above all, no panic-terror! Let us know exactly where we are, + Monsieur le Grand. You have just left the King. Is there fear with you?” + </p> + <p> + D’Effiat had not ceased to observe Marie de Mantua, whose expressive + countenance exhibited to him all her ideas far more rapidly and more + surely than words. He read there the desire that he should speak—the + desire that he should confirm the Prince and the Queen. An impatient + movement of her foot conveyed to him her will that the thing should be + accomplished, the conspiracy arranged. His face became pale and more + pensive; he pondered for a moment, realizing that his destiny was + contained in that hour. De Thou looked at him and trembled, for he knew + him well. He would fain have said one word to him, only one word; but + Cinq-Mars had already raised his head. He spoke: + </p> + <p> + “I do not think, Madame, that the King is so ill as you suppose. God + will long preserve to us this Prince. I hope so; I am even sure of it. He + suffers, it is true, suffers much; but it is his soul more peculiarly that + is sick, and of an evil which nothing can cure—of an evil which one + would not wish to one’s greatest enemy, and which would gain him the + pity of the whole world if it were known. The end of his misery—that + is to say, of his life—will not be granted him for a long time. His + languor is entirely moral. There is in his heart a great revolution going + on; he would accomplish it, and can not. + </p> + <p> + “The King has felt for many long years growing within him the seeds + of a just hatred against a man to whom he thinks he owes gratitude, and it + is this internal combat between his natural goodness and his anger that + devours him. Every year that has passed has deposited at his feet, on one + side, the great works of this man, and on the other, his crimes. It is the + last which now weigh down the balance. The King sees them and is + indignant; he would punish, but all at once he stops and weeps. If you + could witness him thus, Madame, you would pity him. I have seen him seize + the pen which was to sign his exile, dip it into the ink with a bold hand, + and use it—for what?—to congratulate him on some recent + success. He at once applauds himself for his goodness as a Christian, + curses himself for his weakness as a sovereign judge, despises himself as + a king. He seeks refuge in prayer, and plunges into meditation upon the + future; then he rises terrified because he has seen in thought the + tortures which this man merits, and how deeply no one knows better than + he. You should hear him in these moments accuse himself of criminal + weakness, and exclaim that he himself should be punished for not having + known how to punish. One would say that there are spirits which order him + to strike, for his arms are raised as he sleeps. In a word, Madame, the + storm murmurs in his heart, but burns none but himself. The thunderbolts + are chained.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, let us loose them!” exclaimed the Duc de + Bouillon. + </p> + <p> + “He who touches them may die of the contact,” said Monsieur. + </p> + <p> + “But what a noble devotion!” cried the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “How I should admire the hero!” said Marie, in a half-whisper. + </p> + <p> + “I will do it,” answered Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “We will do it,” said M. de Thou, in his ear. + </p> + <p> + Young Beauvau had approached the Duc de Bouillon. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” said he, “do you forget what follows?” + </p> + <p> + “No, ‘pardieu’! I do not forget it,” replied the + latter, in a low voice; then, addressing the Queen, “Madame,” + said he, “accept the offer of Monsieur le Grand. He is more in a + position to sway the King than either you or I; but hold yourself + prepared, for the Cardinal is too wary to be caught sleeping. I do not + believe in his illness. I have no faith in the silence and immobility of + which he has sought to persuade us these two years past. I would not + believe in his death even, unless I had myself thrown his head into the + sea, like that of the giant in Ariosto. Hold yourself ready to meet all + contingencies, and let us, meanwhile, hasten our operations. I have shown + my plans to Monsieur just now; I will give you a summary of them. I offer + you Sedan, Madame, for yourself, and for Messeigneurs, your sons. The army + of Italy is mine; I will recall it if necessary. Monsieur le Grand is + master of half the camp of Perpignan. All the old Huguenots of La Rochelle + and the South are ready to come to him at the first nod. All has been + organized for a year past, by my care, to meet events.” + </p> + <p> + “I should not hesitate,” said the Queen, “to place + myself in your hands, to save my children, if any misfortune should happen + to the King. But in this general plan you forget Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “It is ours on every side; the people by the archbishop, without his + suspecting it, and by Monsieur de Beaufort, who is its king; the troops by + your guards and those of Monsieur, who shall be chief in command, if he + please.” + </p> + <p> + “I! I! oh, that positively can not be! I have not enough people, and + I must have a retreat stronger than Sedan,” said Gaston. + </p> + <p> + “It suffices for the Queen,” replied M. de Bouillon. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that may be! but my sister does not risk so much as a man who + draws the sword. Do you know that these are bold measures you propose?” + </p> + <p> + “What, even if we have the King on our side?” asked Anne of + Austria. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Madame, yes; we do not know how long that may last. We must + make ourselves sure; and I do nothing without the treaty with Spain.” + </p> + <p> + “Do nothing, then,” said the Queen, coloring deeply; “for + certainly I will never hear that spoken of.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, Madame, it were more prudent, and Monsieur is right,” + said the Duc de Bouillon; “for the Count-Duke of San Lucra offers us + seventeen thousand men, tried troops, and five hundred thousand crowns in + ready money.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” exclaimed the Queen, with astonishment, “have + you dared to proceed so far without my consent? already treaties with + foreigners!” + </p> + <p> + “Foreigners, my sister! could we imagine that a princess of Spain + would use that word?” said Gaston. + </p> + <p> + Anne of Austria rose, taking the Dauphin by the hand; and, leaning upon + Marie: “Yes, sir,” she said, “I am a Spaniard; but I am + the grand-daughter of Charles V, and I know that a queen’s country + is where her throne is. I leave you, gentlemen; proceed without me. I know + nothing of the matter for the future.” + </p> + <p> + She advanced some steps, but seeing Marie pale and bathed in tears, she + returned. + </p> + <p> + “I will, however, solemnly promise you inviolable secrecy; but + nothing more.” + </p> + <p> + All were mentally disconcerted, except the Duc de Bouillon, who, not + willing to lose the advantages he had gained, said to the Queen, bowing + respectfully: + </p> + <p> + “We are grateful for this promise, Madame, and we ask no more, + persuaded that after the first success you will be entirely with us.” + </p> + <p> + Not wishing to engage in a war of words, the Queen courtesied somewhat + less coldly, and quitted the apartment with Marie, who cast upon Cinq-Mars + one of those looks which comprehend at once all the emotions of the soul. + He seemed to read in her beautiful eyes the eternal and mournful devotion + of a woman who has given herself up forever; and he felt that if he had + once thought of withdrawing from his enterprise, he should now have + considered himself the basest of men. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the two princesses had disappeared, “There, there! I told + you so, Bouillon, you offended the Queen,” said Monsieur; “you + went too far. You can not certainly accuse me of having been hesitating + this morning. I have, on the contrary, shown more resolution than I ought + to have done.” + </p> + <p> + “I am full of joy and gratitude toward her Majesty,” said M. + de Bouillon, with a triumphant air; “we are sure of the future. What + will you do now, Monsieur de Cinq-Mars?” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you, Monsieur; I draw not back, whatever the + consequences. I will see the King; I will run every risk to obtain his + assent.” + </p> + <p> + “And the treaty with Spain?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I—” + </p> + <p> + De Thou seized Cinq-Mars by the arm, and, advancing suddenly, said, with a + solemn air: + </p> + <p> + “We have decided that it shall be only signed after the interview + with the King; for should his Majesty’s just severity toward the + Cardinal dispense with it, we have thought it better not to expose + ourselves to the discovery of so dangerous a treaty.” + </p> + <p> + M. de Bouillon frowned. + </p> + <p> + “If I did not know Monsieur de Thou,” said he, “I should + have regarded this as a defection; but from him—” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” replied the counsellor, “I think I may + engage myself, on my honor, to do all that Monsieur le Grand does; we are + inseparable.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars looked at his friend, and was astonished to see upon his mild + countenance the expression of sombre despair; he was so struck with it + that he had not the courage to gainsay him. + </p> + <p> + “He is right, gentlemen,” he said with a cold but kindly + smile; “the King will perhaps spare us much trouble. We may do good + things with him. For the rest, Monseigneur, and you, Monsieur le Duc,” + he added with immovable firmness, “fear not that I shall ever draw + back. I have burned all the bridges behind me. I must advance; the + Cardinal’s power shall fall, or my head.” + </p> + <p> + “It is strange, very strange!” said Monsieur; “I see + that every one here is farther advanced in the conspiracy than I imagined.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, Monsieur,” said the Duc de Bouillon; “we + prepared only that which you might please to accept. Observe that there is + nothing in writing. You have but to speak, and nothing exists or ever has + existed; according to your order, the whole thing shall be a dream or a + volcano.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, I am content, if it must be so,” said Gaston; + “let us occupy ourselves with more agreeable topics. Thank God, we + have a little time before us! I confess I wish that it were all over. I am + not fitted for violent emotions; they affect my health,” he added, + taking M. de Beauvau’s arm. “Tell us if the Spanish women are + still pretty, young man. It is said you are a great gallant among them. + ‘Tudieu’! I’m sure you’ve got yourself talked of + there. They tell me the women wear enormous petticoats. Well, I am not at + all against that; they make the foot look smaller and prettier. I’m + sure the wife of Don Louis de Haro is not handsomer than Madame de + Guemenee, is she? Come, be frank; I’m told she looks like a nun. Ah! + you do not answer; you are embarrassed. She has then taken your fancy; or + you fear to offend our friend Monsieur de Thou in comparing her with the + beautiful Guemenee. Well, let’s talk of the customs; the King has a + charming dwarf I’m told, and they put him in a pie. He is a + fortunate man, that King of Spain! I don’t know another equally so. + And the Queen, she is still served on bended knee, is she not? Ah! that is + a good custom; we have lost it. It is very unfortunate—more + unfortunate than may be supposed.” + </p> + <p> + And Gaston d’Orleans had the confidence to speak in this tone nearly + half an hour, with a young man whose serious character was not at all + adapted to such conversation, and who, still occupied with the importance + of the scene he had just witnessed and the great interests which had been + discussed, made no answer to this torrent of idle words. He looked at the + Duc de Bouillon with an astonished air, as if to ask him whether this was + really the man whom they were going to place at the head of the most + audacious enterprise that had ever been launched; while the Prince, + without appearing to perceive that he remained unanswered, replied to + himself, speaking with volubility, as he drew him gradually out of the + room. He feared that one of the gentlemen present might recommence the + terrible conversation about the treaty; but none desired to do so, unless + it were the Duc de Bouillon, who, however, preserved an angry silence. As + for Cinq-Mars, he had been led away by De Thou, under cover of the + chattering of Monsieur, who took care not to appear to notice their + departure. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK 5. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. THE SECRET + </h2> + <p> + De Thou had reached home with his friend; his doors were carefully shut, + and orders given to admit no one, and to excuse him to the refugees for + allowing them to depart without seeing them again; and as yet the two + friends had not spoken to each other. + </p> + <p> + The counsellor had thrown himself into his armchair in deep meditation. + Cinq-Mars, leaning against the lofty chimneypiece, awaited with a serious + and sorrowful air the termination of this silence. At length De Thou, + looking fixedly at him and crossing his arms, said in a hollow and + melancholy voice: + </p> + <p> + “This, then, is the goal you have reached! These, the consequences + of your ambition! You are are about to banish, perhaps slay, a man, and to + bring then, a foreign army into France; I am, then, to see you an assassin + and a traitor to your country! By what tortuous paths have you arrived + thus far? By what stages have you descended so low?” + </p> + <p> + “Any other than yourself would not speak thus to me twice,” + said Cinq-Mars, coldly; “but I know you, and I like this + explanation. I desired it, and sought it. You shall see my entire soul. I + had at first another thought, a better one perhaps, more worthy of our + friendship, more worthy of friendship—friendship, the second thing + upon earth.” + </p> + <p> + He raised his eyes to heaven as he spoke, as if he there sought the + divinity. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it would have been better. I intended to have said nothing to + you on the subject. It was a painful task to keep silence; but hitherto I + have succeeded. I wished to have conducted the whole enterprise without + you; to show you only the finished work. I wished to keep you beyond the + circle of my danger; but shall I confess my weakness? I feared to die, if + I have to die, misjudged by you. I can well sustain the idea of the world’s + malediction, but not of yours; but this has decided me upon avowing all to + you.” + </p> + <p> + “What! and but for this thought, you would have had the courage to + conceal yourself forever from me? Ah, dear Henri, what have I done that + you should take this care of my life? By what fault have I deserved to + survive you, if you die? You have had the strength of mind to hoodwink me + for two whole years; you have never shown me aught of your life but its + flowers; you have never entered my solitude but with a joyous countenance, + and each time with a fresh favor. Ah, you must be very guilty or very + virtuous!” + </p> + <p> + “Do not seek in my soul more than therein lies. Yes, I have deceived + you; and that fact was the only peace and joy I had in the world. Forgive + me for having stolen these moments from my destiny, so brilliant, alas! I + was happy in the happiness you supposed me to enjoy; I made you happy in + that dream, and I am only guilty in that I am now about to destroy it, and + to show myself as I was and am. Listen: I shall not detain you long; the + story of an impassioned heart is ever simple. Once before, I remember, in + my tent when I was wounded, my secret nearly escaped me; it would have + been happy, perhaps, had it done so. Yet what would counsel have availed + me? I should not have followed it. In a word, ‘tis Marie de Mantua + whom I love.” + </p> + <p> + “How! she who is to be Queen of Poland?” + </p> + <p> + “If she is ever queen, it can only be after my death. But listen: + for her I became a courtier; for her I have almost reigned in France; for + her I am about to fall—perhaps to die.” + </p> + <p> + “Die! fall! when I have been reproaching your triumph! when I have + wept over the sadness of your victory!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you know me but ill, if you suppose that I shall be the dupe of + Fortune, when she smiles upon me; if you suppose that I have not pierced + to the bottom of my destiny! I struggle against it, but ‘tis the + stronger I feel it. I have undertaken a task beyond human power; and I + shall fail in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, then, not stop? What is the use of intellect in the business + of the world?” + </p> + <p> + “None; unless, indeed, it be to tell us the cause of our fall, and + to enable us to foresee the day on which we shall fall. I can not now + recede. When a man is confronted with such an enemy as Richelieu, he must + overcome him or be crushed by him. Tomorrow I shall strike the last blow; + did I not just now, in your presence, engage to do so?” + </p> + <p> + “And it is that very engagement that I would oppose. What confidence + have you in those to whom you thus abandon your life? Have you not read + their secret thoughts?” + </p> + <p> + “I know them all; I have read their hopes through their feigned + rage; I know that they tremble while they threaten. I know that even now + they are ready to make their peace by giving me up; but it is my part to + sustain them and to decide the King. I must do it, for Marie is my + betrothed, and my death is written at Narbonne. It is voluntarily, it is + with full knowledge of my fate, that I have thus placed myself between the + block and supreme happiness. That happiness I must tear from the hands of + Fortune, or die on that scaffold. At this instant I experience the joy of + having broken down all doubt. What! blush you not at having thought me + ambitious from a base egoism, like this Cardinal—ambitious from a + puerile desire for a power which is never satisfied? I am ambitious, but + it is because I love. Yes, I love; in that word all is comprised. But I + accuse you unjustly. You have embellished my secret intentions; you have + imparted to me noble designs (I remember them), high political + conceptions. They are brilliant, they are grand, doubtless; but—shall + I say it to you?—such vague projects for the perfecting of corrupt + societies seem to me to crawl far below the devotion of love. When the + whole soul vibrates with that one thought, it has no room for the nice + calculation of general interests; the topmost heights of earth are far + beneath heaven.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “What can I answer?” he said. “I do not understand you; + your reasoning unreasons you. You hunt a shadow.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” continued Cinq-Mars; “far from destroying my + strength, this inward fire has developed it. I have calculated everything. + Slow steps have led me to the end which I am about to attain. Marie drew + me by the hand; could I retreat? I would not have done it though a world + faced me. Hitherto, all has gone well; but an invisible barrier arrests + me. This barrier must be broken; it is Richelieu. But now in your presence + I undertook to do this; but perhaps I was too hasty. I now think I was so. + Let him rejoice; he expected me. Doubtless he foresaw that it would be the + youngest whose patience would first fail. If he played on this + calculation, he played well. Yet but for the love that has urged me on, I + should have been stronger than he, and by just means.” + </p> + <p> + Then a sudden change came over the face of Cinq-Mars. He turned pale and + red twice; and the veins of his forehead rose like blue lines drawn by an + invisible hand. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he added, rising, and clasping together his hands with + a force which indicated the violent despair concentred in his heart, + “all the torments with which love can tear its victims I have felt + in my breast. This timid girl, for whom I would shake empires, for whom I + have suffered all, even the favor of a prince, who perhaps has not felt + all I have done for her, can not yet be mine. She is mine before God, yet + I am estranged from her; nay, I must hear daily discussed before me which + of the thrones of Europe will best suit her, in conversations wherein I + may not even raise my voice to give an opinion, and in which they scorn as + mate for her princes of the blood royal, who yet have precedence far + before me. I must conceal myself like a culprit to hear through a grating + the voice of her who is my wife; in public I must bow before her—her + husband, yet her servant! ‘Tis too much; I can not live thus. I must + take the last step, whether it elevate me or hurl me down.” + </p> + <p> + “And for your personal happiness you would overthrow a State?” + </p> + <p> + “The happiness of the State is one with mine. I secure that + undoubtedly in destroying the tyrant of the King. The horror with which + this man inspires me has passed into my very blood. When I was first on my + way to him, I encountered in my journey his greatest crime. He is the + genius of evil for the unhappy King! I will exorcise him. I might have + become the genius of good for Louis XIII. It was one of the thoughts of + Marie, her most cherished thought. But I do not think I shall triumph in + the uneasy soul of the Prince.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon what do you rely, then?” said De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “Upon the cast of a die. If his will can but once last for a few + hours, I have gained. ‘Tis a last calculation on which my destiny + hangs.” + </p> + <p> + “And that of your Marie!” + </p> + <p> + “Could you suppose it?” said Cinq-Mars, impetuously. “No, + no! If he abandons me, I sign the treaty with Spain, and then-war!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, horror!” exclaimed the counsellor. “What, a war! a + civil war, and a foreign alliance!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ‘tis a crime,” said Cinq-Mars, coldly; “but + have I asked you to participate in it?” + </p> + <p> + “Cruel, ungrateful man!” replied his friend; “can you + speak to me thus? Know you not, have I not proved to you, that friendship + holds the place of every passion in my heart? Can I survive the least of + your misfortunes, far less your death. Still, let me influence you not to + strike France. Oh, my friend! my only friend! I implore you on my knees, + let us not thus be parricides; let us not assassinate our country! I say + us, because I will never separate myself from your actions. Preserve to me + my self-esteem, for which I have labored so long; sully not my life and my + death, which are both yours.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou had fallen at the feet of his friend, who, unable to preserve his + affected coldness, threw himself into his arms, as he raised him, and, + pressing him to his heart, said in a stifled voice: + </p> + <p> + “Why love me thus? What have you done, friend? Why love me? You who + are wise, pure, and virtuous; you who are not led away by an insensate + passion and the desire for vengeance; you whose soul is nourished only by + religion and science—why love me? What has my friendship given you + but anxiety and pain? Must it now heap dangers on you? Separate yourself + from me; we are no longer of the same nature. You see courts have + corrupted me. I have no longer openness, no longer goodness. I meditate + the ruin of a man; I can deceive a friend. Forget me, scorn me. I am not + worthy of one of your thoughts; how should I be worthy of your perils?” + </p> + <p> + “By swearing to me not to betray the King and France,” + answered De Thou. “Know you that the preservation of your country is + at stake; that if you yield to Spain our fortifications, she will never + return them to us; that your name will be a byword with posterity; that + French mothers will curse it when they shall be forced to teach their + children a foreign language—know you all this? Come.” + </p> + <p> + And he drew him toward the bust of Louis XIII. + </p> + <p> + “Swear before him (he is your friend also), swear never to sign this + infamous treaty.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars lowered his eyes, but with dogged tenacity answered, although + blushing as he did so: + </p> + <p> + “I have said it; if they force me to it, I will sign.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou turned pale, and let fall his hand. He took two turns in his room, + his arms crossed, in inexpressible anguish. At last he advanced solemnly + toward the bust of his father, and opened a large book standing at its + foot; he turned to a page already marked, and read aloud: + </p> + <p> + “I think, therefore, that M. de Ligneboeuf was justly condemned to + death by the Parliament of Rouen, for not having revealed the conspiracy + of Catteville against the State.” + </p> + <p> + Then keeping the book respectfully opened in his hand, and contemplating + the image of the President de Thou, whose Memoirs he held, he continued: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my father, you thought well.... I shall be a criminal, I shall + merit death; but can I do otherwise? I will not denounce this traitor, + because that also would be treason; and he is my friend, and he is + unhappy.” + </p> + <p> + Then, advancing toward Cinq-Mars, and again taking his hand, he said: + </p> + <p> + “I do much for you in acting thus; but expect nothing further from + me, Monsieur, if you sign this treaty.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars was moved to the heart’s core by this scene, for he felt + all that his friend must suffer in casting him off. Checking, however, the + tears which were rising to his smarting lids, and embracing De Thou + tenderly, he exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, De Thou, I find you still perfect. Yes, you do me a service in + alienating yourself from me, for if your lot had been linked to mine, I + should not have dared to dispose of my life. I should have hesitated to + sacrifice it in case of need; but now I shall assuredly do so. And I + repeat to you, if they force me, I shall sign the treaty with Spain.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. THE HUNTING PARTY + </h2> + <p> + Meanwhile the illness of Louis XIII threw France into the apprehension + which unsettled States ever feel on the approach of the death of princes. + Although Richelieu was the hub of the monarchy, he reigned only in the + name of Louis, though enveloped with the splendor of the name which he had + assumed. Absolute as he was over his master, Richelieu still feared him; + and this fear reassured the nation against his ambitious desires, to which + the King himself was the fixed barrier. But this prince dead, what would + the imperious minister do? Where would a man stop who had already dared so + much? Accustomed to wield the sceptre, who would prevent him from still + holding it, and from subscribing his name alone to laws which he alone + would dictate? These fears agitated all minds. The people in vain looked + throughout the kingdom for those pillars of the nobility, at the feet of + whom they had been wont to find shelter in political storms. They now only + saw their recent tombs. Parliament was dumb; and men felt that nothing + could be opposed to the monstrous growth of the Cardinal’s usurping + power. No one was entirely deceived by the affected sufferings of the + minister. None was touched with that feigned agony which had too often + deceived the public hope; and distance nowhere prevented the weight of the + dreaded ‘parvenu’ from being felt. + </p> + <p> + The love of the people soon revived toward the son of Henri IV. They + hastened to the churches; they prayed, and even wept. Unfortunate princes + are always loved. The melancholy of Louis, and his mysterious sorrow + interested all France; still living, they already regretted him, as if + each man desired to be the depositary of his troubles ere he carried away + with him the grand mystery of what is suffered by men placed so high that + they can see nothing before them but their tomb. + </p> + <p> + The King, wishing to reassure the whole nation, announced the temporary + reestablishment of his health, and ordered the court to prepare for a + grand hunting party to be given at Chambord—a royal domain, whither + his brother, the Duc d’Orleans, prayed him to return. + </p> + <p> + This beautiful abode was the favorite retreat of Louis, doubtless because, + in harmony with his feelings, it combined grandeur with sadness. He often + passed whole months there, without seeing any one whatsoever, incessantly + reading and re-reading mysterious papers, writing unknown documents, which + he locked up in an iron coffer, of which he alone had the key. He + sometimes delighted in being served by a single domestic, and thus so to + forget himself by the absence of his suite as to live for many days + together like a poor man or an exiled citizen, loving to figure to himself + misery or persecution, in order the better to enjoy royalty afterward. + Another time he would be in a more entire solitude; and having forbidden + any human creature to approach him, clothed in the habit of a monk, he + would shut himself up in the vaulted chapel. There, reading the life of + Charles V, he would imagine himself at St. Just, and chant over himself + that mass for the dead which brought death upon the head of the Spanish + monarch. + </p> + <p> + But in the midst of these very chants and meditations his feeble mind was + pursued and distracted by contrary images. Never did life and the world + appear to him more fair than in such times of solitude among the tombs. + Between his eyes and the page which he endeavored to read passed brilliant + processions, victorious armies, or nations transported with love. He saw + himself powerful, combating, triumphant, adored; and if a ray of the sun + through the large windows fell upon him, suddenly rising from the foot of + the altar, he felt himself carried away by a thirst for daylight and the + open air, which led him from his gloomy retreat. But returned to real + life, he found there once more disgust and ennui, for the first men he met + recalled his power to his recollection by their homage. + </p> + <p> + It was then that he believed in friendship, and summoned it to his side; + but scarcely was he certain of its possession than unconquerable scruples + suddenly seized upon his soul-scruples concerning a too powerful + attachment to the creature, turning him from the Creator, and frequently + inward reproaches for removing himself too much from the affairs of the + State. The object of his momentary affection then seemed to him a despotic + being, whose power drew him from his duties; but, unfortunately for his + favorites, he had not the strength of mind outwardly to manifest toward + them the resentment he felt, and thus to warn them of their danger, but, + continuing to caress them, he added by this constraint fuel to the secret + fire of his heart, and was impelled to an absolute hatred of them. There + were moments when he was capable of taking any measures against them. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars knew perfectly the weakness of that mind, which could not keep + firmly in any path, and the weakness of a heart which could neither wholly + love nor wholly hate. Thus, the position of favorite, the envy of all + France, the object of jealousy even on the part of the great minister, was + so precarious and so painful that, but for his love, he would have burst + his golden chains with greater joy than a galley-slave feels when he sees + the last ring that for two long years he has been filing with a steel + spring concealed in his mouth, fall to the earth. This impatience to meet + the fate he saw so near hastened the explosion of that patiently prepared + mine, as he had declared to his friend; but his situation was that of a + man who, placed by the side of the book of life, should see hovering over + it the hand which is to indite his damnation or his salvation. He set out + with Louis to Chambord, resolved to take the first opportunity favorable + to his design. It soon presented itself. + </p> + <p> + The very morning of the day appointed for the chase, the King sent word to + him that he was waiting for him on the Escalier du Lys. It may not, + perhaps, be out of place to speak of this astonishing construction. + </p> + <p> + Four leagues from Blois, and one league from the Loire, in a small and + deep valley, between marshy swamps and a forest of large holm-oaks, far + from any highroad, the traveller suddenly comes upon a royal, nay, a magic + castle. It might be said that, compelled by some wonderful lamp, a genie + of the East had carried it off during one of the “thousand and one + nights,” and had brought it from the country of the sun to hide it + in the land of fogs and mist, for the dwelling of the mistress of a + handsome prince. + </p> + <p> + Hidden like a treasure; with its blue domes, its elegant minarets rising + from thick walls or shooting into the air, its long terraces overlooking + the wood, its light spires bending with the wind, its terraces everywhere + rising over its colonnades, one might there imagine one’s self in + the kingdom of Bagdad or of Cashmir, did not the blackened walls, with + their covering of moss and ivy, and the pallid and melancholy hue of the + sky, denote a rainy climate. It was indeed a genius who raised this + building; but he came from Italy, and his name was Primaticcio. It was + indeed a handsome prince whose amours were concealed in it; but he was a + king, and he bore the name of Francois I. His salamander still spouts fire + everywhere about it. It sparkles in a thousand places on the arched roofs, + and multiplies the flames there like the stars of heaven; it supports the + capitals with burning crowns; it colors the windows with its fires; it + meanders up and down the secret staircases, and everywhere seems to devour + with its flaming glances the triple crescent of a mysterious Diane—that + Diane de Poitiers, twice a goddess and twice adored in these voluptuous + woods. + </p> + <p> + The base of this strange monument is like the monument itself, full of + elegance and mystery; there is a double staircase, which rises in two + interwoven spirals from the most remote foundations of the edifice up to + the highest points, and ends in a lantern or small lattice-work cabinet, + surmounted by a colossal fleur-de-lys, visible from a great distance. Two + men may ascend it at the same moment, without seeing each other. + </p> + <p> + This staircase alone seems like a little isolated temple. Like our + churches, it is sustained and protected by the arcades of its thin, light, + transparent, openwork wings. One would think the docile stone had given + itself to the finger of the architect; it seems, so to speak, kneaded + according to the slightest caprice of his imagination. One can hardly + conceive how the plans were traced, in what terms the orders were + explained to the workmen. The whole thing appears a transient thought, a + brilliant revery that at once assumed a durable form—-the + realization of a dream. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars was slowly ascending the broad stairs which led him to the King’s + presence, and stopping longer at each step, in proportion as he approached + him, either from disgust at the idea of seeing the Prince whose daily + complaints he had to hear, or thinking of what he was about to do, when + the sound of a guitar struck his ear. He recognized the beloved instrument + of Louis and his sad, feeble, and trembling voice faintly reechoing from + the vaulted ceiling. Louis seemed trying one of those romances which he + was wont to compose, and several times repeated an incomplete strain with + a trembling hand. The words could scarcely be distinguished; all that + Cinq-Mars heard were a few such as ‘Abandon, ennui de monde, et + belle flamme. + </p> + <p> + The young favorite shrugged his shoulders as he listened. + </p> + <p> + “What new chagrin moves thee?” he said. “Come, let me + again attempt to read that chilled heart which thinks it needs something.” + </p> + <p> + He entered the narrow cabinet. + </p> + <p> + Clothed in black, half reclining on a couch, his elbows resting upon + pillows, the Prince was languidly touching the chords of his guitar; he + ceased this when he saw the grand ecuyer enter, and, raising his large + eyes to him with an air of reproach, swayed his head to and fro for a long + time without speaking. Then in a plaintive but emphatic tone, he said: + </p> + <p> + “What do I hear, Cinq-Mars? What do I hear of your conduct? How much + you do pain me by forgetting all my counsels! You have formed a guilty + intrigue; was it from you I was to expect such things—you whom I so + loved for your piety and virtue?” + </p> + <p> + Full of his political projects, Cinq-Mars thought himself discovered, and + could not help a momentary anxiety; but, perfectly master of himself, he + answered without hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Sire; and I was about to declare it to you, for I am + accustomed to open my soul to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Declare it to me!” exclaimed the King, turning red and white, + as under the shivering of a fever; “and you dare to contaminate my + ears with these horrible avowals, Monsieur, and to speak so calmly of your + disorder! Go! you deserve to be condemned to the galley, like Rondin; it + is a crime of high treason you have committed in your want of faith toward + me. I had rather you were a coiner, like the Marquis de Coucy, or at the + head of the Croquants, than do as you have done; you dishonor your family, + and the memory of the marechal your father.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, deeming himself wholly lost, put the best face he could upon + the matter, and said with an air of resignation: + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, Sire, send me to be judged and put to death; but spare + me your reproaches.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you insult me, you petty country-squire?” answered Louis. + “I know very well that you have not incurred the penalty of death in + the eyes of men; but it is at the tribunal of God, Monsieur, that you will + be judged.” + </p> + <p> + “Heavens, Sire!” replied the impetuous young man, whom the + insulting phrase of the King had offended, “why do you not allow me + to return to the province you so much despise, as I have sought to do a + hundred times? I will go there. I can not support the life I lead with + you; an angel could not bear it. Once more, let me be judged if I am + guilty, or allow me to return to Touraine. It is you who have ruined me in + attaching me to your person. If you have caused me to conceive lofty + hopes, which you afterward overthrew, is that my fault? Wherefore have you + made me grand ecuyer, if I was not to rise higher? In a word, am I your + friend or not? and, if I am, why may I not be duke, peer, or even + constable, as well as Monsieur de Luynes, whom you loved so much because + he trained falcons for you? Why am I not admitted to the council? I could + speak as well as any of the old ruffs there; I have new ideas, and a + better arm to serve you. It is your Cardinal who has prevented you from + summoning me there. And it is because he keeps you from me that I detest + him,” continued Cinq-Mars, clinching his fist, as if Richelieu stood + before him; “yes, I would kill him with my own hand, if need were.” + </p> + <p> + D’Effiat’s eyes were inflamed with anger; he stamped his foot + as he spoke, and turned his back to the King, like a sulky child, leaning + against one of the columns of the cupola. + </p> + <p> + Louis, who recoiled before all resolution, and who was always terrified by + the irreparable, took his hand. + </p> + <p> + O weakness of power! O caprices of the human heart! it was by this + childish impetuosity, these very defects of his age, that this young man + governed the King of France as effectually as did the first politician of + the time. This Prince believed, and with some show of reason, that a + character so hasty must be sincere; and even his fiery rage did not anger + him. It did not apply to the real subject of his reproaches, and he could + well pardon him for hating the Cardinal. The very idea of his favorite’s + jealousy of the minister pleased him, because it indicated attachment; and + all he dreaded was his indifference. Cinq-Mars knew this, and had desired + to make it a means of escape, preparing the King to regard all that he had + done as child’s play, as the consequence of his friendship for him; + but the danger was not so great, and he breathed freely when the Prince + said to him: + </p> + <p> + “The Cardinal is not in question here. I love him no more than you + do; but it is with your scandalous conduct I reproach you, and which I + shall have much difficulty to pardon in you. What, Monsieur! I learn that + instead of devoting yourself to the pious exercises to which I have + accustomed you, when I fancy you are at your Salut or your Angelus—you + are off from Saint Germain, and go to pass a portion of the night—with + whom? Dare I speak of it without sin? With a woman lost in reputation, who + can have no relations with you but such as are pernicious to the safety of + your soul, and who receives free-thinkers at her house—in a word, + Marion de Lorme. What have you to say? Speak.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving his hand in that of the King, but still leaning against the + column, Cinq-Mars answered: + </p> + <p> + “Is it then so culpable to leave grave occupations for others more + serious still? If I go to the house of Marion de Lorme, it is to hear the + conversation of the learned men who assemble there. Nothing is more + harmless than these meetings. Readings are given there which, it is true, + sometimes extend far into the night, but which commonly tend to exalt the + soul, so far from corrupting it. Besides, you have never commanded me to + account to you for all that I do; I should have informed you of this long + ago if you had desired it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Cinq-Mars, Cinq-Mars! where is your confidence? Do you feel no + need of it? It is the first condition of a perfect friendship, such as + ours ought to be, such as my heart requires.” + </p> + <p> + The voice of Louis became more affectionate, and the favorite, looking at + him over his shoulder, assumed an air less angry, but still simply ennuye, + and resigned to listening to him. + </p> + <p> + “How often have you deceived me!” continued the King; “can + I trust myself to you? Are they not fops and gallants whom you meet at the + house of this woman? Do not courtesans go there?” + </p> + <p> + “Heavens! no, Sire; I often go there with one of my friends—a + gentleman of Touraine, named Rene Descartes.” + </p> + <p> + “Descartes! I know that name! Yes, he is an officer who + distinguished himself at the siege of Rochelle, and who dabbles in + writing; he has a good reputation for piety, but he is connected with + Desbarreaux, who is a free-thinker. I am sure that you must mix with many + persons who are not fit company for you, many young men without family, + without birth. Come, tell me whom saw you last there?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, I can scarcely remember their names,” said Cinq-Mars, + looking at the ceiling; “sometimes I do not even ask them. There + was, in the first place, a certain Monsieur—Monsieur Groot, or + Grotius, a Hollander.” + </p> + <p> + “I know him, a friend of Barnevelt; I pay him a pension. I liked him + well enough; but the Card—but I was told that he was a high + Calvinist.” + </p> + <p> + “I also saw an Englishman, named John Milton; he is a young man just + come from Italy, and is returning to London. He scarcely speaks at all.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know him—not at all; but I’m sure he’s + some other Calvinist. And the Frenchmen, who were they?” + </p> + <p> + “The young man who wrote Cinna, and who has been thrice rejected at + the Academie Francaise; he was angry that Du Royer occupied his place + there. He is called Corneille.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the King, folding his arms, and looking at him + with an air of triumph and reproach, “I ask you who are these + people? Is it in such a circle that you ought to be seen?” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars was confounded at this observation, which hurt his self-pride, + and, approaching the King, he said: + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Sire; but there can be no harm in passing an hour or + two in listening to good conversation. Besides, many courtiers go there, + such as the Duc de Bouillon, Monsieur d’Aubijoux, the Comte de + Brion, the Cardinal de la Vallette, Messieurs de Montresor, Fontrailles; + men illustrious in the sciences, as Mairet, Colletet, Desmarets, author of + Araine; Faret, Doujat, Charpentier, who wrote the Cyropedie; Giry, Besons, + and Baro, the continuer of Astree—all academicians.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! now, indeed, here are men of real merit,” said Louis; + “there is nothing to be said against them. One can not but gain from + their society. Theirs are settled reputations; they’re men of + weight. Come, let us make up; shake hands, child. I permit you to go there + sometimes, but do not deceive me any more; you see I know all. Look at + this.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, the King took from a great iron chest set against the wall + enormous packets of paper scribbled over with very fine writing. Upon one + was written, Baradas, upon another, D’Hautefort, upon a third, La + Fayette, and finally, Cinq-Mars. He stopped at the latter, and continued: + </p> + <p> + “See how many times you have deceived me! These are the continual + faults of which I have myself kept a register during the two years I have + known you; I have written out our conversations day by day. Sit down.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars obeyed with a sigh, and had the patience for two long hours to + listen to a summary of what his master had had the patience to write + during the course of two years. He yawned many times during the reading, + as no doubt we should all do, were it needful to report this dialogue, + which was found in perfect order, with his will, at the death of the King. + We shall only say that he finished thus: + </p> + <p> + “In fine, hear what you did on the seventh of December, three days + ago. I was speaking to you of the flight of the hawk, and of the knowledge + of hunting, in which you are deficient. I said to you, on the authority of + La Chasse Royale, a work of King Charles IX, that after the hunter has + accustomed his dog to follow a beast, he must consider him as of himself + desirous of returning to the wood, and the dog must not be rebuked or + struck in order to make him follow the track well; and that in order to + teach a dog to set well, creatures that are not game must not be allowed + to pass or run, nor must any scents be missed, without putting his nose to + them. + </p> + <p> + “Hear what you replied to me (and in a tone of ill-humor—mind + that!) ‘Ma foi! Sire, give me rather regiments to conduct than birds + and dogs. I am sure that people would laugh at you and me if they knew how + we occupy ourselves.’ And on the eighth—wait, yes, on the + eighth—while we were singing vespers together in my chambers, you + threw your book angrily into the fire, which was an impiety; and afterward + you told me that you had let it drop—a sin, a mortal sin. See, I + have written below, lie, underlined. People never deceive me, I assure + you.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Sire—” + </p> + <p> + “Wait a moment! wait a moment! In the evening you told me the + Cardinal had burned a man unjustly, and out of personal hatred.” + </p> + <p> + “And I repeat it, and maintain it, and will prove it, Sire. It is + the greatest crime of all of that man whom you hesitate to disgrace, and + who renders you unhappy. I myself saw all, heard, all, at Loudun. Urbain + Grandier was assassinated, rather than tried. Hold, Sire, since you have + there all those memoranda in your own hand, merely reperuse the proofs + which I then gave you of it.” + </p> + <p> + Louis, seeking the page indicated, and going back to the journey from + Perpignan to Paris, read the whole narrative with attention, exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “What horrors! How is it that I have forgotten all this? This man + fascinates me; that’s certain. You are my true friend, Cinq-Mars. + What horrors! My reign will be stained by them. What! he prevented the + letters of all the nobility and notables of the district from reaching me! + Burn, burn alive! without proofs! for revenge! A man, a people have + invoked my name in vain; a family curses me! Oh, how unhappy are kings!” + </p> + <p> + And the Prince, as he concluded, threw aside his papers and wept. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire, those are blessed tears that you weep!” exclaimed + Cinq-Mars, with sincere admiration. “Would that all France were here + with me! She would be astonished at this spectacle, and would scarcely + believe it.” + </p> + <p> + “Astonished! France, then, does not know me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Sire,” said D’Effiat, frankly; “no one knows + you. And I myself, with the rest of the world, at times accuse you of + coldness and indifference.” + </p> + <p> + “Of coldness, when I am dying with sorrow! Of coldness, when I have + immolated myself to their interests! Ungrateful nation! I have sacrificed + all to it, even pride, even the happiness of guiding it myself, because I + feared on its account for my fluctuating life. I have given my sceptre to + be borne by a man I hate, because I believed his hand to be stronger than + my own. I have endured the ill he has done to myself, thinking that he did + good to my people. I have hidden my own tears to dry theirs; and I see + that my sacrifice has been even greater than I thought it, for they have + not perceived it. They have believed me incapable because I was kind, and + without power because I mistrusted my own. But, no matter! God sees and + knows me!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire, show yourself to France such as you are; reassume your + usurped power. France will do for your love what she would never do from + fear. Return to life, and reascend the throne.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; my life is well-nigh finished, my dear friend. I am no + longer capable of the labor of supreme command.’” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire, this persuasion alone destroys your vigor. It is time + that men should cease to confound power with crime, and call this union + genius. Let your voice be heard proclaiming to the world that the reign of + virtue is about to begin with your own; and hence forth those enemies whom + vice has so much difficulty in suppressing will fall before a word uttered + from your heart. No one has as yet calculated all that the good faith of a + king of France may do for his people—that people who are drawn so + instantaneously to ward all that is good and beautiful, by their + imagination and warmth of soul, and who are always ready with every kind + of devotion. The King, your father, led us with a smile. What would not + one of your tears do?” + </p> + <p> + During this address the King, very much surprised, frequently reddened, + hemmed, and gave signs of great embarrassment, as always happened when any + attempt was made to bring him to a decision. He also felt the approach of + a conversation of too high an order, which the timidity of his soul + forbade him to venture upon; and repeatedly putting his hand to his chest, + knitting his brows as if suffering violent pain, he endeavored to relieve + himself by the apparent attack of illness from the embarrassment of + answering. But, either from passion, or from a resolution to strike the + crowning blow, Cinq-Mars went on calmly and with a solemnity that awed + Louis, who, forced into his last intrenchments, at length said: + </p> + <p> + “But, Cinq-Mars, how can I rid myself of a minister who for eighteen + years past has surrounded me with his creatures?” + </p> + <p> + “He is not so very powerful,” replied the grand ecuyer; + “and his friends will be his most sure enemies if you but make a + sign of your head. The ancient league of the princes of peace still + exists, Sire, and it is only the respect due to the choice of your Majesty + that prevents it from manifesting itself.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, mon Dieu! thou mayst tell them not to stop on my account. I + would not restrain them; they surely do not accuse me of being a + Cardinalist. If my brother will give me the means of replacing Richelieu, + I will adopt them with all my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe, Sire, that he will to-day speak to you of Monsieur le + Duc de Bouillon. All the Royalists demand him.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t dislike him,” said the King, arranging his + pillows; “I don’t dislike him at all, although he is somewhat + factious. We are relatives. Knowest thou, chez ami”—and he + placed on this favorite expression more emphasis than usual—“knowest + thou that he is descended in direct line from Saint Louis, by Charlotte de + Bourbon, daughter of the Duc de Montpensier? Knowest thou that seven + princes of the blood royal have been united to his house; and eight + daughters of his family, one of whom was a queen, have been married to + princes of the blood royal? Oh, I don’t at all dislike him! I have + never said so, never!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Sire,” said Cinq-Mars, with confidence, “Monsieur + and he will explain to you during the hunt how all is prepared, who are + the men that may be put in the place of his creatures, who the + field-marshals and the colonels who may be depended upon against Fabert + and the Cardinalists of Perpignan. You will see that the minister has very + few for him. + </p> + <p> + “The Queen, Monsieur, the nobility, and the parliaments are on our + side; and the thing is done from the moment that your Majesty is not + opposed to it. It has been proposed to get rid of the Cardinal as the + Marechal d’Ancre was got rid of, who deserved it less than he.” + </p> + <p> + “As Concini?” said the King. “Oh, no, it must not be. I + positively can not consent to it. He is a priest and a cardinal. We shall + be excommunicated. But if there be any other means, I am very willing. + Thou mayest speak of it to thy friends; and I on my side will think of the + matter.” + </p> + <p> + The word once spoken, the King gave himself up to his resentment, as if he + had satisfied it, as if the blow were already struck. Cinq-Mars was vexed + to see this, for he feared that his anger thus vented might not be of long + duration. However, he put faith in his last words, especially when, after + numberless complaints, Louis added: + </p> + <p> + “And would you believe that though now for two years I have mourned + my mother, ever since that day when he so cruelly mocked me before my + whole court by asking for her recall when he knew she was dead—ever + since that day I have been trying in vain to get them to bury her in + France with my fathers? He has exiled even her ashes.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Cinq-Mars thought he heard a sound on the staircase; the + King reddened. + </p> + <p> + “Go,” he said; “go! Make haste and prepare for the hunt! + Thou wilt ride next to my carriage. Go quickly! I desire it; go!” + </p> + <p> + And he himself pushed Cinq-Mars toward the entrance by which he had come. + </p> + <p> + The favorite went out; but his master’s anxiety had not escaped him. + </p> + <p> + He slowly descended, and tried to divine the cause of it in his mind, when + he thought he heard the sound of feet ascending the other staircase. He + stopped; they stopped. He re-ascended; they seemed to him to descend. He + knew that nothing could be seen between the interstices of the + architecture; and he quitted the place, impatient and very uneasy, and + determined to remain at the door of the entrance to see who should come + out. But he had scarcely raised the tapestry which veiled the entrance to + the guardroom than he was surrounded by a crowd of courtiers who had been + awaiting him, and was fain to proceed to the work of issuing the orders + connected with his post, or to receive respects, communications, + solicitations, presentations, recommendations, embraces—to observe + that infinitude of relations which surround a favorite, and which require + constant and sustained attention, for any absence of mind might cause + great misfortunes. He thus almost forgot the trifling circumstance which + had made him uneasy, and which he thought might after all have only been a + freak of the imagination. Giving himself up to the sweets of a kind of + continual apotheosis, he mounted his horse in the great courtyard, + attended by noble pages, and surrounded by brilliant gentlemen. + </p> + <p> + Monsieur soon arrived, followed by his people; and in an hour the King + appeared, pale, languishing, and supported by four men. Cinq-Mars, + dismounting, assisted him into a kind of small and very low carriage, + called a brouette, and the horses of which, very docile and quiet ones, + the King himself drove. The prickers on foot at the doors held the dogs in + leash; and at the sound of the horn scores of young nobles mounted, and + all set out to the place of meeting. + </p> + <p> + It was a farm called L’Ormage that the King had fixed upon; and the + court, accustomed to his ways, followed the many roads of the park, while + the King slowly followed an isolated path, having at his side the grand + ecuyer and four persons whom he had signed to approach him. + </p> + <p> + The aspect of this pleasure party was sinister. The approach of winter had + stripped well-nigh all the leaves from the great oaks in the park, whose + dark branches now stood up against a gray sky, like branches of funereal + candelabra. A light fog seemed to indicate rain; through the melancholy + boughs of the thinned wood the heavy carriages of the court were seen + slowly passing on, filled with women, uniformly dressed in black, and + obliged to await the result of a chase which they did not witness. The + distant hounds gave tongue, and the horn was sometimes faintly heard like + a sigh. A cold, cutting wind compelled every man to don cloaks, and some + of the women, putting over their faces a veil or mask of black velvet to + keep themselves from the air which the curtains of their carriages did not + intercept (for there were no glasses at that time), seemed to wear what is + called a domino. All was languishing and sad. The only relief was that + ever and anon groups of young men in the excitement of the chase flew down + the avenue like the wind, cheering on the dogs or sounding their horns. + Then all again became silent, as after the discharge of fireworks the sky + appears darker than before. + </p> + <p> + In a path, parallel with that followed by the King, were several courtiers + enveloped in their cloaks. Appearing little intent upon the stag, they + rode step for step with the King’s brouette, and never lost sight of + him. They conversed in low tones. + </p> + <p> + “Excellent! Fontrailles, excellent! victory! The King takes his arm + every moment. See how he smiles upon him! See! Monsieur le Grand dismounts + and gets into the brouette by his side. Come, come, the old fox is done at + last!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that’s nothing! Did you not see how the King shook hands + with Monsieur? He’s made a sign to you, Montresor. Look, Gondi!” + </p> + <p> + “Look, indeed! That’s very easy to say; but I don’t see + with my own eyes. I have only those of faith, and yours. Well, what are + they doing now? I wish to Heaven I were not so near-sighted! Tell me, what + are they doing?” + </p> + <p> + Montresor answered, “The King bends his ear toward the Duc de + Bouillon, who is speaking to him; he speaks again! he gesticulates! he + does not cease! Oh, he’ll be minister!” + </p> + <p> + “He will be minister!” said Fontrailles. + </p> + <p> + “He will be minister!” echoed the Comte du Lude. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no doubt of it!” said Montresor. + </p> + <p> + “I hope he’ll give me a regiment, and I’ll marry my + cousin,” cried Olivier d’Entraigues, with boyish vivacity. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe de Gondi sneered, and, looking up at the sky, began to sing to a + hunting tune. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Les etourneaux ont le vent bon, + Ton ton, ton ton, ton taine, ton ton—” + </pre> + <p> + “I think, gentlemen, you are more short-sighted than I, or else + miracles will come to pass in the year of grace 1642; for Monsieur de + Bouillon is no nearer being Prime-Minister, though the King do embrace + him, than I. He has good qualities, but he will not do; his qualities are + not various enough. However, I have much respect for his great and + singularly foolish town of Sedan, which is a fine shelter in case of need.” + </p> + <p> + Montresor and the rest were too attentive to every gesture of the Prince + to answer him; and they continued: + </p> + <p> + “See, Monsieur le Grand takes the reins, and is driving.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbe replied with the same air: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Si vous conduisez ma brouette, + Ne versez pas, beau postillon, + Ton ton, ton ton, ton taine, ton ton.” + </pre> + <p> + “Ah, Abbe, your songs will drive me mad!” said Fontrailles. + “You’ve got airs ready for every event in life.” + </p> + <p> + “I will also find you events which shall go to all the airs,” + answered Gondi. + </p> + <p> + “Faith, the air of these pleases me!” said Fontrailles, in an + under voice. “I shall not be obliged by Monsieur to carry his + confounded treaty to Madrid, and I am not sorry for it; it is a somewhat + touchy commission. The Pyrenees are not so easily passed as may be + supposed; the Cardinal is on the road.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! Ha!” cried Montresor. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! Ha!” said Olivier. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what is the matter with you? ah, ah!” asked Gondi. + “What have you discovered that is so great?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, the King has again shaken hands with Monsieur. Thank Heaven, + gentlemen, we’re rid of the Cardinal! The old boar is hunted down. + Who will stick the knife into him? He must be thrown into the sea.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s too good for him,” said Olivier; “he must + be tried.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” said the Abbe; “and we sha’n’t + want for charges against an insolent fellow who has dared to discharge a + page, shall we?” Then, curbing his horse, and letting Olivier and + Montresor pass on, he leaned toward M. du Lude, who was talking with two + other serious personages, and said: + </p> + <p> + “In truth, I am tempted to let my valet-de-chambre into the secret; + never was a conspiracy treated so lightly. Great enterprises require + mystery. This would be an admirable one if some trouble were taken with + it. ‘Tis in itself a finer one than I have ever read of in history. + There is stuff enough in it to upset three kingdoms, if necessary, and the + blockheads will spoil all. It is really a pity. I should be very sorry. I’ve + a taste for affairs of this kind; and in this one in particular I feel a + special interest. There is grandeur about it, as can not be denied. Do you + not think so, D’Aubijoux, Montmort?” + </p> + <p> + While he was speaking, several large and heavy carriages, with six and + four horses, followed the same path at two hundred paces behind these + gentlemen; the curtains were open on the left side through which to see + the King. In the first was the Queen; she was alone at the back, clothed + in black and veiled. On the box was the Marechale d’Effiat; and at + the feet of the Queen was the Princesse Marie. Seated on one side on a + stool, her robe and her feet hung out of the carriage, and were supported + by a gilt step—for, as we have already observed, there were then no + doors to the coaches. She also tried to see through the trees the + movements of the King, and often leaned back, annoyed by the passing of + the Prince-Palatine and his suite. + </p> + <p> + This northern Prince was sent by the King of Poland, apparently on a + political negotiation, but in reality, to induce the Duchesse de Mantua to + espouse the old King Uladislas VI; and he displayed at the court of France + all the luxury of his own, then called at Paris “barbarian and + Scythian,” and so far justified these names by strange eastern + costumes. The Palatine of Posnania was very handsome, and wore, in common + with the people of his suite, a long, thick beard. His head, shaved like + that of a Turk, was covered with a furred cap. He had a short vest, + enriched with diamonds and rubies; his horse was painted red, and amply + plumed. He was attended by a company of Polish guards in red and yellow + uniforms, wearing large cloaks with long sleeves, which hung negligently + from the shoulder. The Polish lords who escorted him were dressed in gold + and silver brocade; and behind their shaved heads floated a single lock of + hair, which gave them an Asiatic and Tartar aspect, as unknown at the + court of Louis XIII as that of the Moscovites. The women thought all this + rather savage and alarming. + </p> + <p> + Marie de Mantua was importuned with the profound salutations and Oriental + elegancies of this foreigner and his suite. Whenever he passed before her, + he thought himself called upon to address a compliment to her in broken + French, awkwardly made up of a few words about hope and royalty. She found + no other means to rid herself of him than by repeatedly putting her + handkerchief to her nose, and saying aloud to the Queen: + </p> + <p> + “In truth, Madame, these gentlemen have an odor about them that + makes one quite ill.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be desirable to strengthen your nerves and accustom + yourself to it,” answered Anne of Austria, somewhat dryly. + </p> + <p> + Then, fearing she had hurt her feelings, she continued gayly: + </p> + <p> + “You will become used to them, as we have done; and you know that in + respect to odors I am rather fastidious. Monsieur Mazarin told me, the + other day, that my punishment in purgatory will consist in breathing ill + scents and sleeping in Russian cloth.” + </p> + <p> + Yet the Queen was very grave, and soon subsided into silence. Burying + herself in her carriage, enveloped in her mantle, and apparently taking no + interest in what was passing around her, she yielded to the motion of the + carriage. Marie, still occupied with the King, talked in a low voice with + the Marechale d’Effiat; each sought to give the other hopes which + neither felt, and sought to deceive each other out of love. + </p> + <p> + “Madame, I congratulate you; Monsieur le Grand is seated with the + King. Never has he been so highly distinguished,” said Marie. + </p> + <p> + Then she was silent for a long time, and the carriage rolled mournfully + over the dead, dry leaves. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I see it with joy; the King is so good!” answered the + Marechale. + </p> + <p> + And she sighed deeply. + </p> + <p> + A long and sad silence again followed; each looked at the other and + mutually found their eyes full of tears. They dared not speak again; and + Marie, drooping her head, saw nothing but the brown, damp earth scattered + by the wheels. A melancholy revery occupied her mind; and although she had + before her the spectacle of the first court of Europe at the feet of him + she loved, everything inspired her with fear, and dark presentiments + involuntarily agitated her. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly a horse passed by her like the wind; she raised her eyes, and had + just time to see the features of Cinq-Mars. He did not look at her; he was + pale as a corpse, and his eyes were hidden under his knitted brows and the + shadows of his lowered hat. She followed him with trembling eyes; she saw + him stop in the midst of the group of cavaliers who preceded the + carriages, and who received him with their hats off. + </p> + <p> + A moment after he went into the wood with one of them, looking at her from + the distance, and following her with his eyes until the carriage had + passed; then he seemed to give the man a roll of papers, and disappeared. + The mist which was falling prevented her from seeing him any more. It was, + indeed, one of those fogs so frequent on the banks of the Loire. + </p> + <p> + The sun looked at first like a small blood-red moon, enveloped in a + tattered shroud, and within half an hour was concealed under so thick a + cloud that Marie could scarcely distinguish the foremost horses of the + carriage, while the men who passed at the distance of a few paces looked + like grizzly shadows. This icy vapor turned to a penetrating rain and at + the same time a cloud of fetid odor. The Queen made the beautiful Princess + sit beside her; and they turned toward Chambord quickly and in silence. + They soon heard the horns recalling the scattered hounds; the huntsmen + passed rapidly by the carriage, seeking their way through the fog, and + calling to each other. Marie saw only now and then the head of a horse, or + a dark body half issuing from the gloomy vapor of the woods, and tried in + vain to distinguish any words. At length her heart beat; there was a call + for M. de Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “The King asks for Monsieur le Grand,” was repeated about; + “where can Monsieur le Grand Ecuyer be gone to?” + </p> + <p> + A voice, passing near, said, “He has just lost himself.” + </p> + <p> + These simple words made her shudder, for her afflicted spirit gave them + the most sinister meaning. The terrible thought pursued her to the chateau + and into her apartments, wherein she hastened to shut herself. She soon + heard the noise of the entry of the King and of Monsieur, then, in the + forest, some shots whose flash was unseen. She in vain looked at the + narrow windows; they seemed covered on the outside with a white cloth that + shut out the light. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, at the extremity of the forest, toward Montfrault, there had + lost themselves two cavaliers, wearied with seeking the way to the chateau + in the monotonous similarity of the trees and paths; they were about to + stop near a pond, when eight or nine men, springing from the thickets, + rushed upon them, and before they had time to draw, hung to their legs and + arms and to the bridles of their horses in such a manner as to hold them + fixed. At the same time a hoarse voice cried in the fog: + </p> + <p> + “Are you Royalists or Cardinalists? Cry, ‘Vive le Grand!’ + or you are dead men!” + </p> + <p> + “Scoundrels,” answered the first cavalier, trying to open the + holsters of his pistols, “I will have you hanged for abusing my + name.” + </p> + <p> + “Dios es el Senor!” cried the same voice. + </p> + <p> + All the men immediately released their hold, and ran into the wood; a + burst of savage laughter was heard, and a man approached Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Amigo, do you not recognize me? ‘Tis but a joke of Jacques, + the Spanish captain.” + </p> + <p> + Fontrailles approached, and said in a low voice to the grand ecuyer: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur, this is an enterprising fellow; I would advise you to + employ him. We must neglect no chance.” + </p> + <p> + “Listen to me,” said Jacques de Laubardemont, “and + answer at once. I am not a phrase-maker, like my father. I bear in mind + that you have done me some good offices; and lately again, you have been + useful to me, as you always are, without knowing it, for I have somewhat + repaired my fortune in your little insurrections. If you will, I can + render you an important service; I command a few brave men.” + </p> + <p> + “What service?” asked Cinq-Mars. “We will see.” + </p> + <p> + “I commence by a piece of information. This morning while you + descended the King’s staircase on one side, Father Joseph ascended + the other.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! this, then, is the secret of his sudden and inexplicable + change! Can it be? A king of France! and to allow us to confide all our + secrets to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Well! is that all? Do you say nothing? You know I have an old + account to settle with the Capuchin.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s that to me?” and he hung down his head, absorbed + in a profound revery. + </p> + <p> + “It matters a great deal to you, since you have only to speak the + word, and I will rid you of him before thirty-six hours from this time, + though he is now very near Paris. We might even add the Cardinal, if you + wish.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave me; I will use no poniards,” said Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I understand you,” replied Jacques. “You are right; + you would prefer our despatching him with the sword. This is just. He is + worth it; ‘tis a distinction due to him. It were undoubtedly more + suitable for great lords to take charge of the Cardinal; and that he who + despatches his Eminence should be in a fair way to be a marechal. For + myself, I am not proud; one must not be proud, whatever one’s merit + in one’s profession. I must not touch the Cardinal; he’s a + morsel for a king!” + </p> + <p> + “Nor any others,” said the grand ecuyer. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let us have the Capuchin!” said Captain Jacques, + urgently. + </p> + <p> + “You are wrong if you refuse this office,” said Fontrailles; + “such things occur every day. Vitry began with Concini; and he was + made a marechal. You see men extremely well at court who have killed their + enemies with their own hands in the streets of Paris, and you hesitate to + rid yourself of a villain! Richelieu has his agents; you must have yours. + I can not understand your scruples.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not torment him,” said Jacques, abruptly; “I + understand it. I thought as he does when I was a boy, before reason came. + I would not have killed even a monk; but let me speak to him.” Then, + turning toward Cinq-Mars, “Listen: when men conspire, they seek the + death or at least the downfall of some one, eh?” + </p> + <p> + And he paused. + </p> + <p> + “Now in that case, we are out with God, and in with the Devil, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Secundo, as they say at the Sorbonne; it’s no worse when one + is damned, to be so for much than for little, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Ergo, it is indifferent whether a thousand or one be killed. I defy + you to answer that.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing could be better argued, Doctor-dagger,” said + Fontrailles, half-laughing, “I see you will be a good + travelling-companion. You shall go with me to Spain if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “I know you are going to take the treaty there,” answered + Jacques; “and I will guide you through the Pyrenees by roads unknown + to man. But I shall be horribly vexed to go away without having wrung the + neck of that old he-goat, whom we leave behind, like a knight in the midst + of a game of chess. Once more Monsieur,” he continued with an air of + pious earnestness, “if you have any religion in you, refuse no + longer; recollect the words of our theological fathers, Hurtado de Mendoza + and Sanchez, who have proved that a man may secretly kill his enemies, + since by this means he avoids two sins—that of exposing his life, + and that of fighting a duel. It is in accordance with this grand + consolatory principle that I have always acted.” + </p> + <p> + “Go, go!” said Cinq-Mars, in a voice thick with rage; “I + have other things to think of.” + </p> + <p> + “Of what more important?” said Fontrailles; “this might + be a great weight in the balance of our destinies.” + </p> + <p> + “I am thinking how much the heart of a king weighs in it,” + said Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “You terrify me,” replied the gentleman; “we can not go + so far as that!” + </p> + <p> + “Nor do I think what you suppose, Monsieur,” continued D’Effiat, + in a severe tone. “I was merely reflecting how kings complain when a + subject betrays them. Well, war! war! civil war, foreign war, let your + fires be kindled! since I hold the match, I will apply it to the mine. + Perish the State! perish twenty kingdoms, if necessary! No ordinary + calamities suffice when the King betrays the subject. Listen to me.” + </p> + <p> + And he took Fontrailles a few steps aside. + </p> + <p> + “I only charged you to prepare our retreat and succors, in case of + abandonment on the part of the King. Just now I foresaw this abandonment + in his forced manifestation of friendship; and I decided upon your setting + out when he finished his conversation by announcing his departure for + Perpignan. I feared Narbonne; I now see that he is going there to deliver + himself up a prisoner to the Cardinal. Go at once. I add to the letters I + have given you the treaty here; it is in fictitious names, but here is the + counterpart, signed by Monsieur, by the Duc de Bouillon, and by me. The + Count-Duke of Olivares desires nothing further. There are blanks for the + Duc d’Orleans, which you will fill up as you please. Go; in a month + I shall expect you at Perpignan. I will have Sedan opened to the seventeen + thousand Spaniards from Flanders.” + </p> + <p> + Then, advancing toward the adventurer, who awaited him, he said: + </p> + <p> + “For you, brave fellow, since you desire to aid me, I charge you + with escorting this gentleman to Madrid; you will be largely recompensed.” + </p> + <p> + Jacques, twisting his moustache, replied: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you do not then scorn to employ me! you exhibit your judgment + and taste. Do you know that the great Queen Christina of Sweden has asked + for me, and wished to have me with her as her confidential man. She was + brought up to the sound of the cannon by the ‘Lion of the North,’ + Gustavus Adolphus, her father. She loves the smell of powder and brave + men; but I would not serve her, because she is a Huguenot, and I have + fixed principles, from which I never swerve. ‘Par exemple’, I + swear to you by Saint Jacques to guide Monsieur through the passes of the + Pyrenees to Oleron as surely as through these woods, and to defend him + against the Devil, if need be, as well as your papers, which we will bring + you back without blot or tear. As for recompense, I want none. I always + find it in the action itself. Besides, I do not receive money, for I am a + gentleman. The Laubardemonts are a very ancient and very good family.” + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, then, noble Monsieur,” said Cinq-Mars; “go!” + </p> + <p> + After having pressed the hand of Fontrailles, he sighed and disappeared in + the wood, on his return to the chateau of Chambord. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. THE READING + </h2> + <p> + Shortly after the events just narrated, at the corner of the Palais-Royal, + at a small and pretty house, numerous carriages were seen to draw up, and + a door, reached by three steps, frequently to open. The neighbors often + came to their windows to complain of the noise made at so late an hour of + the night, despite the fear of robbers; and the patrol often stopped in + surprise, and passed on only when they saw at each carriage ten or twelve + footmen, armed with staves and carrying torches. A young gentleman, + followed by three lackeys, entered and asked for Mademoiselle de Lorme. He + wore a long rapier, ornamented with pink ribbon. Enormous bows of the same + color on his high-heeled shoes almost entirely concealed his feet, which + after the fashion of the day he turned very much out. He frequently + twisted a small curling moustache, and before entering combed his small + pointed beard. There was but one exclamation when he was announced. + </p> + <p> + “Here he is at last!” cried a young and rich voice. “He + has made us wait long enough for him, the dear Desbarreaux. Come, take a + seat! place yourself at this table and read.” + </p> + <p> + The speaker was a woman of about four-and-twenty, tall and handsome, + notwithstanding her somewhat woolly black hair and her dark olive + complexion. There was something masculine in her manner, which she seemed + to derive from her circle, composed entirely of men. She took their arm + unceremoniously, as she spoke to them, with a freedom which she + communicated to them. Her conversation was animated rather than joyous. It + often excited laughter around her; but it was by dint of intellect that + she created gayety (if we may so express it), for her countenance, + impassioned as it was, seemed incapable of bending into a smile, and her + large blue eyes, under her jet-black hair, gave her at first rather a + strange appearance. + </p> + <p> + Desbarreaux kissed her hand with a gallant and chivalrous air. He then, + talking to her all the time, walked round the large room, where were + assembled nearly thirty persons-some seated in the large arm chairs, + others standing in the vast chimney-place, others conversing in the + embrasures of the windows under the heavy curtains. Some of them were + obscure men, now illustrious; others illustrious men, now obscure for + posterity. Thus, among the latter, he profoundly saluted MM. d’Aubijoux, + de Brion, de Montmort, and other very brilliant gentlemen, who were there + as judges; tenderly, and with an air of esteem, pressed the hands of MM. + Monteruel, de Sirmond, de Malleville, Baro, Gombauld, and other learned + men, almost all called great men in the annals of the Academy of which + they were the founders—itself called sometimes the Academic des + Beaux Esprits, but really the Academic Francaise. But M. Desbarreaux gave + but a mere patronizing nod to young Corneille, who was talking in a corner + with a foreigner, and with a young man whom he presented to the mistress + of the house by the name of M. Poquelin, son of the ‘valet-de-chambre + tapissier du roi’. The foreigner was Milton; the young man was + Moliere. + </p> + <p> + Before the reading expected from the young Sybarite, a great contest arose + between him and other poets and prose writers of the time. They spoke to + each other with great volubility and animation a language incomprehensible + to any one who should suddenly have come among them without being + initiated, eagerly pressing each other’s hands with affectionate + compliments and infinite allusions to their works. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, here you are, illustrious Baro!” cried the newcomer. + “I have read your last sixain. Ah, what a sixain! how full of the + gallant and the tendre?” + </p> + <p> + “What is that you say of the tendre?” interrupted Marion de + Lorme; “have you ever seen that country? You stopped at the village + of Grand-Esprit, and at that of Jolis-Vers, but you have been no farther. + If Monsieur le Gouverneur de Notre Dame de la Garde will please to show us + his new chart, I will tell you where you are.” + </p> + <p> + Scudery arose with a vainglorious and pedantic air; and, unrolling upon + the table a sort of geographical chart tied with blue ribbons, he himself + showed the lines of red ink which he had traced upon it. + </p> + <p> + “This is the finest piece of Clelie,” he said. “This + chart is generally found very gallant; but ‘tis merely a slight + ebullition of playful wit, to please our little literary cabale. However, + as there are strange people in the world, it is possible that all who see + it may not have minds sufficiently well turned to understand it. This is + the road which must be followed to go from Nouvelle-Amitie to Tendre; and + observe, gentlemen, that as we say Cumae-on-the-Ionian-Sea, + Cumae-on-the-Tyrrhean-Sea, we shall say Tendre-sur-Inclination, + Tendre-sur-Estime, and Tendre-sur-Reconnaissance. We must begin by + inhabiting the village of Grand-Coeur, Generosity, Exactitude, and + Petits-Soins.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! how very pretty!” interposed Desbarreaux. “See the + villages marked out; here is Petits-Soins, Billet-Galant, then + Billet-Doux!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! ‘tis ingenious in the highest degree!” cried + Vaugelas, Colletet, and the rest. + </p> + <p> + “And observe,” continued the author, inflated with this + success, “that it is necessary to pass through Complaisance and + Sensibility; and that if we do not take this road, we run the risk of + losing our way to Tiedeur, Oubli, and of falling into the Lake of + Indifference.” + </p> + <p> + “Delicious! delicious! ‘gallant au supreme!’” + cried the auditors; “never was greater genius!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Madame,” resumed Scudery, “I now declare it in + your house: this work, printed under my name, is by my sister—she + who translated ‘Sappho’ so agreeably.” And without being + asked, he recited in a declamatory tone verses ending thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + L’Amour est un mal agreable + Don’t mon coeur ne saurait guerir; + Mais quand il serait guerissable, + Il est bien plus doux d’en mourir. +</pre> + <p> + “How! had that Greek so much wit? I can not believe it,” + exclaimed Marion de Lorme; “how superior Mademoiselle de Scudery is + to her! That idea is wholly hers; she must unquestionably put these + charming verses into ‘Clelie’. They will figure well in that + Roman history.” + </p> + <p> + “Admirable, perfect!” cried all the savans; “Horatius, + Aruns, and the amiable Porsenna are such gallant lovers.” + </p> + <p> + They were all bending over the “carte de Tendre,” and their + fingers crossed in following the windings of the amorous rivers. The young + Poquelin ventured to raise a timid voice and his melancholy but acute + glance, and said: + </p> + <p> + “What purpose does this serve? Is it to give happiness or pleasure? + Monsieur seems to me not singularly happy, and I do not feel very gay.” + </p> + <p> + The only reply he got was a general look of contempt; he consoled himself + by meditating, ‘Les Precieuses Ridicules’. + </p> + <p> + Desbarreaux prepared to read a pious sonnet, which he was penitent for + having composed in an illness; he seemed to be ashamed of having thought + for a moment upon God at the sight of his lightning, and blushed at the + weakness. The mistress of the house stopped him. + </p> + <p> + “It is not yet time to read your beautiful verses; you would be + interrupted. We expect Monsieur le Grand Ecuyer and other gentlemen; it + would be actual murder to allow a great mind to speak during this noise + and confusion. But here is a young Englishman who has just come from + Italy, and is on his return to London. They tell me he has composed a poem—I + don’t know what; but he’ll repeat some verses of it. Many of + you gentlemen of the Academy know English; and for the rest he has had the + passages he is going to read translated by an ex-secretary of the Duke of + Buckingham, and here are copies in French on this table.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, she took them and distributed them among her erudite visitors. + The company seated themselves, and were silent. It took some time to + persuade the young foreigner to speak or to quit the recess of the window, + where he seemed to have come to a very good understanding with Corneille. + He at last advanced to an armchair placed near the table; he seemed of + feeble health, and fell into, rather than seated himself in, the chair. He + rested his elbow on the table, and with his hand covered his large and + beautiful eyes, which were half closed, and reddened with nightwatches or + tears. He repeated his fragments from memory. His doubting auditors looked + at him haughtily, or at least patronizingly; others carelessly glanced + over the translation of his verses. + </p> + <p> + His voice, at first suppressed, grew clearer by the very flow of his + harmonious recital; the breath of poetic inspiration soon elevated him to + himself; and his look, raised to heaven, became sublime as that of the + young evangelist, conceived by Raffaello, for the light still shone on it. + He narrated in his verses the first disobedience of man, and invoked the + Holy Spirit, who prefers before all other temples a pure and simple heart, + who knows all, and who was present at the birth of time. + </p> + <p> + This opening was received with a profound silence; and a slight murmur + arose after the enunciation of the last idea. He heard not; he saw only + through a cloud; he was in the world of his own creation. He continued. + </p> + <p> + He spoke of the infernal spirit, bound in avenging fire by adamantine + chains, lying vanquished nine times the space that measures night and day + to mortal men; of the darkness visible of the eternal prisons and the + burning ocean where the fallen angels float. Then, his voice, now + powerful, began the address of the fallen angel. “Art thou,” + he said, “he who in the happy realms of light, clothed with + transcendent brightness, didst outshine myriads? From what height fallen? + What though the field be lost, all is not lost! Unconquerable will and + study of revenge, immortal hate and courage never to submit nor yield-what + is else not to be overcome.” + </p> + <p> + Here a lackey in a loud voice announced MM. de Montresor and d’Entraigues. + They saluted, exchanged a few words, deranged the chairs, and then settled + down. The auditors availed themselves of the interruption to institute a + dozen private conversations; scarcely anything was heard but expressions + of censure, and imputations of bad taste. Even some men of merit, dulled + by a particular habit of thinking, cried out that they did not understand + it; that it was above their comprehension (not thinking how truly they + spoke); and from this feigned humility gained themselves a compliment, and + for the poet an impertinent remark—a double advantage. Some voices + even pronounced the word “profanation.” + </p> + <p> + The poet, interrupted, put his head between his hands and his elbows on + the table, that he might not hear the noise either of praise or censure. + Three men only approached him, an officer, Poquelin, and Corneille; the + latter whispered to Milton: + </p> + <p> + “I would advise you to change the picture; your hearers are not on a + level with this.” + </p> + <p> + The officer pressed the hand of the English poet and said to him: + </p> + <p> + “I admire you with all my soul.” + </p> + <p> + The astonished Englishman looked at him, and saw an intellectual, + impassioned, and sickly countenance. + </p> + <p> + He bowed, and collected himself, in order to proceed. His voice took a + gentle tone and a soft accent; he spoke of the chaste happiness of the two + first of human beings. He described their majestic nakedness, the + ingenuous command of their looks, their walk among lions and tigers, which + gambolled at their feet; he spoke of the purity of their morning prayer, + of their enchanting smile, the playful tenderness of their youth, and + their enamored conversation, so painful to the Prince of Darkness. + </p> + <p> + Gentle tears quite involuntarily made humid the eyes of the beautiful + Marion de Lorme. Nature had taken possession of her heart, despite her + head; poetry filled it with grave and religious thoughts, from which the + intoxication of pleasure had ever diverted her. The idea of virtuous love + appeared to her for the first time in all its beauty; and she seemed as if + struck with a magic wand, and changed into a pale and beautiful statue. + </p> + <p> + Corneille, his young friend, and the officer, were full of a silent + admiration which they dared not express, for raised voices drowned that of + the surprised poet. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t stand this!” cried Desbarreaux. “It is of + an insipidity to make one sick.” + </p> + <p> + “And what absence of grace, gallantry, and the belle flamme!” + said Scudery, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, how different from our immortal D’Urfe!” said Baro, + the continuator. + </p> + <p> + “Where is the ‘Ariane,’ where the ‘Astrea?’” + cried, with a groan, Godeau, the annotator. + </p> + <p> + The whole assembly well-nigh made these obliging remarks, though uttered + so as only to be heard by the poet as a murmur of uncertain import. He + understood, however, that he produced no enthusiasm, and collected himself + to touch another chord of his lyre. + </p> + <p> + At this moment the Counsellor de Thou was announced, who, modestly + saluting the company, glided silently behind the author near Corneille, + Poquelin, and the young officer. Milton resumed his strain. + </p> + <p> + He recounted the arrival of a celestial guest in the garden of Eden, like + a second Aurora in mid-day, shaking the plumes of his divine wings, that + filled the air with heavenly fragrance, who recounted to man the history + of heaven, the revolt of Lucifer, clothed in an armor of diamonds, raised + on a car brilliant as the sun, guarded by glittering cherubim, and + marching against the Eternal. But Emmanuel appears on the living chariot + of the Lord; and his two thousand thunderbolts hurled down to hell, with + awful noise, the accursed army confounded. + </p> + <p> + At this the company arose; and all was interrupted, for religious scruples + became leagued with false taste. Nothing was heard but exclamations which + obliged the mistress of the house to rise also, and endeavor to conceal + them from the author. This was not difficult, for he was entirely absorbed + in the elevation of his thoughts. His genius at this moment had nothing in + common with the earth; and when he once more opened his eyes on those who + surrounded him, he saw near him four admirers, whose voices were better + heard than those of the assembly. + </p> + <p> + Corneille said to him: + </p> + <p> + “Listen. If you aim at present glory, do not expect it from so fine + a work. Pure poetry is appreciated by but few souls. For the common run of + men, it must be closely allied with the almost physical interest of the + drama. I had been tempted to make a poem of ‘Polyeuctes’; but + I shall cut down this subject, abridge it of the heavens, and it shall be + only a tragedy.” + </p> + <p> + “What matters to me the glory of the moment?” answered Milton. + “I think not of success. I sing because I feel myself a poet. I go + whither inspiration leads me. Its path is ever the right one. If these + verses were not to be read till a century after my death, I should write + them just the same.” + </p> + <p> + “I admire them before they are written,” said the young + officer. “I see in them the God whose innate image I have found in + my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is it speaks thus kindly to me?” asked the poet. + </p> + <p> + “I am Rene Descartes,” replied the soldier, gently. + </p> + <p> + “How, sir!” cried De Thou. “Are you so happy as to be + related to the author of the Princeps?” + </p> + <p> + “I am the author of that work,” replied Rene. + </p> + <p> + “You, sir!—but—still—pardon me—but—are + you not a military man?” stammered out the counsellor, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what has the habit of the body to do with the thought? Yes, I + wear the sword. I was at the siege of Rochelle. I love the profession of + arms because it keeps the soul in a region of noble ideas by the continual + feeling of the sacrifice of life; yet it does not occupy the whole man. He + can not always apply his thoughts to it. Peace lulls them. Moreover, one + has also to fear seeing them suddenly interrupted by an obscure blow or an + absurd and untimely accident. And if a man be killed in the execution of + his plan, posterity preserves an idea of the plan which he himself had + not, and which may be wholly preposterous; and this is the evil side of + the profession for a man of letters.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou smiled with pleasure at the simple language of this superior man—this + man whom he so admired, and in his admiration loved. He pressed the hand + of the young sage of Touraine, and drew him into an adjoining cabinet with + Corneille, Milton, and Moliere, and with them enjoyed one of those + conversations which make us regard as lost the time which precedes them + and the time which is to follow them. + </p> + <p> + For two hours they had enchanted one another with their discourse, when + the sound of music, of guitars and flutes playing minuets, sarabands, + allemandes, and the Spanish dances which the young Queen had brought into + fashion, the continual passing of groups of young ladies and their joyous + laughter, all announced that the ball had commenced. A very young and + beautiful person, holding a large fan as it were a sceptre, and surrounded + by ten young men, entered their retired chamber with her brilliant court, + which she ruled like a queen, and entirely put to the rout the studious + conversers. + </p> + <p> + “Adieu, gentlemen!” said De Thou. “I make way for + Mademoiselle de l’Enclos and her musketeers.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, gentlemen,” said the youthful Ninon, “we seem + to frighten you. Have I disturbed you? You have all the air of + conspirators.” + </p> + <p> + “We are perhaps more so than these gentlemen, although we dance,” + said Olivier d’Entraigues, who led her. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! your conspiracy is against me, Monsieur le Page!” said + Ninon, looking the while at another light-horseman, and abandoning her + remaining arm to a third, the other gallants seeking to place themselves + in the way of her flying ceillades, for she distributed her glances + brilliant as the rays of the sun dancing over the moving waters. + </p> + <p> + De Thou stole away without any one thinking of stopping him, and was + descending the great staircase, when he met the little Abbe de Gondi, red, + hot, and out of breath, who stopped him with an animated and joyous air. + </p> + <p> + “How now! whither go you? Let the foreigners and savans go. You are + one of us. I am somewhat late; but our beautiful Aspasia will pardon me. + Why are you going? Is it all over?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it seems so. When the dancing begins, the reading is done.” + </p> + <p> + “The reading, yes; but the oaths?” said the Abbe, in a low + voice. + </p> + <p> + “What oaths?” asked De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “Is not Monsieur le Grand come?” + </p> + <p> + “I expected to see him; but I suppose he has not come, or else he + has gone.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no! come with me,” said the bare-brained Abbe. “You + are one of us. Parbleu! it is impossible to do without you; come!” + </p> + <p> + De Thou, unwilling to refuse, and thus appear to disown his friends, even + for parties of pleasure which annoyed him, followed De Gondi, who passed + through two cabinets, and descended a small private staircase. At each + step he took, he heard more distinctly the voices of an assemblage of men. + Gondi opened the door. An unexpected spectacle met his view. + </p> + <p> + The chamber he was entering, lighted by a mysterious glimmer, seemed the + asylum of the most voluptuous rendezvous. On one side was a gilt bed, with + a canopy of tapestry ornamented with feathers, and covered with lace and + ornaments. The furniture, shining with gold, was of grayish silk, richly + embroidered. Velvet cushions were at the foot of each armchair, upon a + thick carpet. Small mirrors, connected with one another by ornaments of + silver, seemed an entire glass, itself a perfection then unknown, and + everywhere multiplied their glittering faces. No sound from without could + penetrate this throne of delight; but the persons assembled there seemed + far remote from the thoughts which it was calculated to give rise to. A + number of men, whom he recognized as courtiers, or soldiers of rank, + crowded the entrance of this chamber and an adjoining apartment of larger + dimensions. All were intent upon that which was passing in the centre of + the first room. Here, ten young men, standing, and holding in their hands + their drawn swords, the points of which were lowered toward the ground, + were ranged round a table. Their faces, turned to Cinq-Mars, announced + that they had just taken an oath to him. The grand ecuyer stood by himself + before the fireplace, his arms folded with an air of all-absorbing + reflection. Standing near him, Marion de Lorme, grave and collected, + seemed to have presented these gentlemen to him. + </p> + <p> + When Cinq-Mars perceived his friend, he rushed toward the door, casting a + terrible glance at Gondi, and seizing De Thou by both arms, stopped him on + the last step. + </p> + <p> + “What do you here?” he said, in a stifled voice. + </p> + <p> + “Who brought you here? What would you with me? You are lost if you + enter.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you yourself here? What do I see in this house?” + </p> + <p> + “The consequences of that you wot of. Go; this air is poisoned for + all who are here.” + </p> + <p> + “It is too late; they have seen me. What would they say if I were to + withdraw? I should discourage them; you would be lost.” + </p> + <p> + This dialogue had passed in low and hurried tones; at the last word, De + Thou, pushing aside his friend, entered, and with a firm step crossed the + apartment to the fireplace. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, trembling with rage, resumed his place, hung his head, + collected himself, and soon raising a more calm countenance, continued a + discourse which the entrance of his friend had interrupted: + </p> + <p> + “Be then with us, gentlemen; there is no longer any need for so much + mystery. Remember that when a strong mind embraces an idea, it must follow + it to all its consequences. Your courage will have a wider field than that + of a court intrigue. Thank me; instead of a conspiracy, I give you a war. + Monsieur de Bouillon has departed to place himself at the head of his army + of Italy; in two days, and before the king, I quit Paris for Perpignan. + Come all of you thither; the Royalists of the army await us.” + </p> + <p> + Here he threw around him calm and confident looks; he saw gleams of joy + and enthusiasm in the eyes of all who surrounded him. Before allowing his + own heart to be possessed by the contagious emotion which precedes great + enterprises, he desired still more firmly to assure himself of them, and + said with a grave air: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, war, gentlemen; think of it, open war. Rochelle and Navarre + are arousing their Protestants; the army of Italy will enter on one side; + the king’s brother will join us on the other. The man we combat will + be surrounded, vanquished, crushed. The parliaments will march in our + rear, bearing their petitions to the King, a weapon as powerful as our + swords; and after the victory we will throw ourselves at the feet of Louis + XIII, our master, that he may pardon us for having delivered him from a + cruel and ambitious man, and hastened his own resolution.” + </p> + <p> + Here, again glancing around him, he saw increasing confidence in the looks + and attitudes of his accomplices. + </p> + <p> + “How!” he continued, crossing his arms, and yet restraining + with an effort his own emotion; “you do not recoil before this + resolution, which would appear a revolt to any other men! Do you not think + that I have abused the powers you have vested in me? I have carried + matters very far; but there are times when kings would be served, as it + were in spite of themselves. All is arranged, as you know. Sedan will open + its gates to us; and we are sure of Spain. Twelve thousand veteran troops + will enter Paris with us. No place, however, will be given up to the + foreigner; they will all have a French garrison, and be taken in the name + of the King.” + </p> + <p> + “Long live the King! long live the Union! the new Union, the Holy + League!” cried the assembly. + </p> + <p> + “It has come, then!” cried Cinq-Mars, with enthusiasm; “it + has come—the most glorious day of my life. Oh, youth, youth, from + century to century called frivolous and improvident! of what will men now + accuse thee, when they behold conceived, ripened, and ready for execution, + under a chief of twenty-two, the most vast, the most just, the most + beneficial of enterprises? My friends, what is a great life but a thought + of youth executed by mature age? Youth looks fixedly into the future with + its eagle glance, traces there a broad plan, lays the foundation stone; + and all that our entire existence afterward can do is to approximate to + that first design. Oh, when can great projects arise, if not when the + heart beats vigorously in the breast? The mind is not sufficient; it is + but an instrument.” + </p> + <p> + A fresh outburst of joy had followed these words, when an old man with a + white beard stood forward from the throng. + </p> + <p> + “Bah!” said Gondi, in a low voice, “here’s the old + Chevalier de Guise going to dote, and damp us.” + </p> + <p> + And truly enough, the old man, pressing the hand of Cinq-Mars, said slowly + and with difficulty, having placed himself near him: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my son, and you, my children, I see with joy that my old + friend Bassompierre is about to be delivered by you, and that you are + about to avenge the Comte de Soissons and the young Montmorency. But it is + expedient for youth, all ardent as it is, to listen to those who have seen + much. I have witnessed the League, my children, and I tell you that you + can not now, as then, take the title of the Holy League, the Holy Union, + the Protectors of Saint Peter, or Pillars of the Church, because I see + that you reckon on the support of the Huguenots; nor can you put upon your + great seal of green wax an empty throne, since it is occupied by a king.” + </p> + <p> + “You may say by two,” interrupted Gondi, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “It is, however, of great importance,” continued old Guise, + amid the tumultuous young men, “to take a name to which the people + may attach themselves; that of War for the Public Welfare has been made + use of; Princes of Peace only lately. It is necessary to find one.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the War of the King,” said Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, the War of the King!” cried Gondi and all the young men. + </p> + <p> + “Moreover,” continued the old seigneur, “it is essential + to gain the approval of the theological faculty of the Sorbonne, which + heretofore sanctioned even the ‘hautgourdiers’ and the ‘sorgueurs’,—[Names + of the leaguers.]—and to put in force its second proposition—that + it is permitted to the people to disobey the magistrates, and to hang + them.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, Chevalier!” exclaimed Gondi; “this is not the + question. Let Monsieur le Grand speak; we are thinking no more of the + Sorbonne at present than of your Saint Jacques Clement.” + </p> + <p> + There was a laugh, and Cinq-Mars went on: + </p> + <p> + “I wished, gentlemen, to conceal nothing from you as to the projects + of Monsieur, those of the Duke de Bouillon, or my own, for it is just that + a man who stakes his life should know at what game; but I have placed + before you the least fortunate chances, and I have not detailed our + strength, for there is not one of you but knows the secret of it. Is it to + you, Messieurs de Montresor and de Saint-Thibal, I need tell the treasures + that Monsieur places at our disposal? Is it to you, Monsieur d’Aignou, + Monsieur de Mouy, that I need tell how many gentlemen are eager to join + your companies of men-at-arms and light-horse, to fight the Cardinalists; + how many in Touraine and in Auvergne, where lay the lands of the House of + D’Effiat, and whence will march two thousand seigneurs, with their + vassals? + </p> + <p> + “Baron de Beauvau, shall I recall the zeal and valor of the + cuirassiers whom you brought to the unhappy Comte de Soissons, whose cause + was ours, and whom you saw assassinated in the midst of his triumph by him + whom with you he had defeated? Shall I tell these gentlemen of the joy of + the Count-Duke of Olivares at the news of our intentions, and the letters + of the Cardinal-Infanta to the Duke de Bouillon? Shall I speak of Paris to + the Abbe de Gondi, to D’Entraigues, and to you, gentlemen, who are + daily witnesses of her misery, of her indignation, and her desire to break + forth? While all foreign nations demand peace, which the Cardinal de + Richelieu still destroys by his want of faith (as he has done in violating + the treaty of Ratisbon), all orders of the State groan under his violence, + and dread that colossal ambition which aspires to no less than the + temporal and even spiritual throne of France.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of approbation interrupted Cinq-Mars. There was then silence for + a moment; and they heard the sound of wind instruments, and the measured + tread of the dancers. + </p> + <p> + This noise caused a momentary diversion and a smile in the younger portion + of the assembly. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars profited by this; and raising his eyes, “Pleasures of + youth,” he cried—“love, music, joyous dances—why + do you not alone occupy our leisure hours? Why are not you our sole + ambition? What resentment may we not justly feel that we have to make our + cries of indignation heard above our bursts of joy, our formidable secrets + in the asylum of love, and our oaths of war and death amid the + intoxication of and of life!” + </p> + <p> + “Curses on him who saddens the youth of a people! When wrinkles + furrow the brow of the young men, we may confidently say that the finger + of a tyrant has hollowed them out. The other troubles of youth give it + despair and not consternation. Watch those sad and mournful students pass + day after day with pale foreheads, slow steps, and half-suppressed voices. + One would think they fear to live or to advance a step toward the future. + What is there then in France? A man too many.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he continued; “for two years I have watched the + insidious and profound progress of his ambition. His strange practices, + his secret commissions, his judicial assassinations are known to you. + Princes, peers, marechals—all have been crushed by him. There is not + a family in France but can show some sad trace of his passage. If he + regards us all as enemies to his authority, it is because he would have in + France none but his own house, which twenty years ago held only one of the + smallest fiefs of Poitou. + </p> + <p> + “The humiliated parliament has no longer any voice. The presidents + of Nismes, Novion, and Bellievre have revealed to you their courageous but + fruitless resistance to the condemnation to death of the Duke de la + Vallette. + </p> + <p> + “The presidents and councils of sovereign courts have been + imprisoned, banished, suspended—a thing before unheard of—because + they have raised their voices for the king or for the public. + </p> + <p> + “The highest offices of justice, who fill them? Infamous and corrupt + men, who suck the blood and gold of the country. Paris and the maritime + towns taxed; the rural districts ruined and laid waste by the soldiers and + other agents of the Cardinal; the peasants reduced to feed on animals + killed by the plague or famine, or saving themselves by self-banishment—such + is the work of this new justice. His worthy agents have even coined money + with the effigy of the Cardinal-Duke. Here are some of his royal pieces.” + </p> + <p> + The grand ecuyey threw upon the table a score of gold doubloons whereon + Richelieu was represented. A fresh murmur of hatred toward the Cardinal + arose in the apartment. + </p> + <p> + “And think you the clergy are less trampled on and less + discontented? No. Bishops have been tried against the laws of the State + and in contempt of the respect due to their sacred persons. We have seen, + in consequence, Algerine corsairs commanded by an archbishop. Men of the + lowest condition have been elevated to the cardinalate. The minister + himself, devouring the most sacred things, has had himself elected general + of the orders of Citeaux, Cluny, and Premontre, throwing into prison the + monks who refused him their votes. Jesuits, Carmelites, Cordeliers, + Augustins, Dominicans, have been forced to elect general vicars in France, + in order no longer to communicate at Rome with their true superiors, + because he would be patriarch in France, and head of the Gallican Church.” + </p> + <p> + “He’s a schismatic! a monster!” cried several voices. + </p> + <p> + “His progress, then, is apparent, gentlemen. He is ready to seize + both temporal and spiritual power. He has little by little fortified + himself against the King in the strongest towns of France—seized the + mouths of the principal rivers, the best ports of the ocean, the + salt-pits, and all the securities of the kingdom. It is the King, then, + whom we must deliver from this oppression. ‘Le roi et la paix!’ + shall be our cry. The rest must be left to Providence.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars greatly astonished the assembly, and De Thou himself, by this + address. No one had ever before heard him speak so long together, not even + in fireside conversation; and he had never by a single word shown the + least aptitude for understanding public affairs. He had, on the contrary, + affected the greatest indifference on the subject, even in the eyes of + those whom he was molding to his projects, merely manifesting a virtuous + indignation at the violence of the minister, but affecting not to put + forward any of his own ideas, in order not to suggest personal ambition as + the aim of his labors. The confidence given to him rested on his favor + with the king and his personal bravery. The surprise of all present was + therefore such as to cause a momentary silence. It was soon broken by all + the transports of Frenchmen, young or old, when fighting of whatever kind + is held out to them. + </p> + <p> + Among those who came forward to press the hand of the young party leader, + the Abbe de Gondi jumped about like a kid. + </p> + <p> + “I have already enrolled my regiment!” he cried. “I have + some superb fellows!” Then, addressing Marion de Lorme, “Parbleu! + Mademoiselle, I will wear your colors—your gray ribbon, and your + order of the Allumette. The device is charming— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘Nous ne brullons que pour bruller les autres.’ +</pre> + <p> + And I wish you could see all the fine things we shall do if we are + fortunate enough to come to blows.” + </p> + <p> + The fair Marion, who did not like him, began to talk over his head to M. + de Thou—a mortification which always exasperated the little Abbe, + who abruptly left her, walking as tall as he could, and scornfully + twisting his moustache. + </p> + <p> + All at once a sudden silence took possession of the assembly. A rolled + paper had struck the ceiling and fallen at the feet of Cinq-Mars. He + picked it up and unrolled it, after having looked eagerly around him. He + sought in vain to divine whence it came; all those who advanced had only + astonishment and intense curiosity depicted in their faces. + </p> + <p> + “Here is my name wrongly written,” he said coldly. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “A CINQ MARCS, + + CENTURIE DE NOSTRADAMUS. + + Quand bonnet rouge passera par la fenetre, + A quarante onces on coupera tete, + Et tout finira.” + + [This punning prediction was made public three months before the, + conspiracy.] +</pre> + <p> + “There is a traitor among us, gentlemen,” he said, throwing + away the paper. “But no matter. We are not men to be frightened by + his sanguinary jests.” + </p> + <p> + “We must find the traitor out, and throw him through the window,” + said the young men. + </p> + <p> + Still, a disagreeable sensation had come over the assembly. They now only + spoke in whispers, and each regarded his neighbor with distrust. Some + withdrew; the meeting grew thinner. Marion de Lorme repeated to every one + that she would dismiss her servants, who alone could be suspected. Despite + her efforts a coldness reigned throughout the apartment. The first + sentences of Cinq-Mars’ address, too, had left some uncertainty as + to the intentions of the King; and this untimely candor had somewhat + shaken a few of the less determined conspirators. + </p> + <p> + Gondi pointed this out to Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Hark ye!” he said in a low voice. “Believe me, I have + carefully studied conspiracies and assemblages; there are certain purely + mechanical means which it is necessary to adopt. Follow my advice here; I + know a good deal of this sort of thing. They want something more. Give + them a little contradiction; that always succeeds in France. You will + quite make them alive again. Seem not to wish to retain them against their + will, and they will remain.” + </p> + <p> + The grand ecuyer approved of the suggestion, and advancing toward those + whom he knew to be most deeply compromised, said: + </p> + <p> + “For the rest, gentlemen, I do not wish to force any one to follow + me. Plenty of brave men await us at Perpignan, and all France is with us. + If any one desires to secure himself a retreat, let him speak. We will + give him the means of placing himself in safety at once.” + </p> + <p> + Not one would hear of this proposition; and the movement it occasioned + produced a renewal of the oaths of hatred against the minister. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars, however, proceeded to put the question individually to some of + the persons present, in the election of whom he showed much judgment; for + he ended with Montresor, who cried that he would pass his sword through + his body if he had for a moment entertained such an idea, and with Gondi, + who, rising fiercely on his heels, exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur le Grand Ecuyer, my retreat is the archbishopric of Paris + and L’Ile Notre-Dame. I’ll make it a place strong enough to + keep me from being taken.” + </p> + <p> + “And yours?” he said to De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “At your side,” murmured De Thou, lowering his eyes, unwilling + to give importance to his resolution by the directness of his look. + </p> + <p> + “You will have it so? Well, I accept,” said Cinq-Mars; “and + my sacrifice herein, dear friend, is greater than yours.” Then + turning toward the assembly: + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, I see in you the last men of France, for after the + Montmorencys and the Soissons, you alone dare lift a head free and worthy + of our old liberty. If Richelieu triumph, the ancient bases of the + monarchy will crumble with us. The court will reign alone, in the place of + the parliaments, the old barriers, and at the same time the powerful + supports of the royal authority. Let us be conquerors, and France will owe + to us the preservation of her ancient manners and her time-honored + guarantees. And now, gentlemen, it were a pity to spoil the ball on this + account. You hear the music. The ladies await you. Let us go and dance.” + </p> + <p> + “The Cardinal shall pay the fiddlers,” added Gondi. + </p> + <p> + The young men applauded with a laugh; and all reascended to the ballroom + as lightly as they would have gone to the battlefield. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. THE CONFESSIONAL + </h2> + <p> + It was on the day following the assembly that had taken place in the house + of Marion de Lorme. A thick snow covered the roofs of Paris and settled in + its large gutters and streets, where it arose in gray heaps, furrowed by + the wheels of carriages. + </p> + <p> + It was eight o’clock, and the night was dark. The tumult of the city + was silent on account of the thick carpet the winter had spread for it, + and which deadened the sound of the wheels over the stones, and of the + feet of men and horses. In a narrow street that winds round the old church + of St. Eustache, a man, enveloped in his cloak, slowly walked up and down, + constantly watching for the appearance of some one. He often seated + himself upon one of the posts of the church, sheltering himself from the + falling snow under one of the statues of saints which jutted out from the + roof of the building, stretching over the narrow path like birds of prey, + which, about to make a stoop, have folded their wings. Often, too, the old + man, opening his cloak, beat his arms against his breast to warm himself, + or blew upon his fingers, ill protected from the cold by a pair of buff + gloves reaching nearly to the elbow. At last he saw a slight shadow + gliding along the wall. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Santa Maria! what villainous countries are these of the North!” + said a woman’s voice, trembling. “Ah, the duchy of Mantua! + would I were back there again, Grandchamp!” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw! don’t speak so loud,” said the old domestic, + abruptly. “The walls of Paris have Cardinalist ears, and more + especially the walls of the churches. Has your mistress entered? My master + awaits her at the door.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; she has gone in.” + </p> + <p> + “Be silent,” said Grandchamp. “The sound of the clock is + cracked. That’s a bad sign.” + </p> + <p> + “That clock has sounded the hour of a rendezvous.” + </p> + <p> + “For me, it sounds like a passing-bell. But be silent, Laure; here + are three cloaks passing.” + </p> + <p> + They allowed three men to pass. Grandchamp followed them, made sure of the + road they took, and returned to his seat, sighing deeply. + </p> + <p> + “The snow is cold, Laure, and I am old. Monsieur le Grand might have + chosen another of his men to keep watch for him while he’s making + love. It’s all very well for you to carry love-letters and ribbons + and portraits and such trash, but for me, I ought to be treated with more + consideration. Monsieur le Marechal would not have done so. Old domestics + give respectability to a house, and should be themselves respected.” + </p> + <p> + “Has your master arrived long, ‘caro amico’?” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, cara, cayo! leave me in peace. We had both been freezing for an + hour when you came. I should have had time to smoke three Turkish pipes. + Attend to your business, and go and look to the other doors of the church, + and see that no suspicious person is prowling about. Since there are but + two vedettes, they must beat about well.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, what a thing it is to have no one to whom to say a friendly + word when it is so cold! and my poor mistress! to come on foot all the way + from the Hotel de Nevers. Ah, amore! qui regna amore!” + </p> + <p> + “Come, Italian, wheel about, I tell thee. Let me hear no more of thy + musical tongue.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Santa Maria! What a harsh voice, dear Grandchamp! You were much + more amiable at Chaumont, in Turena, when you talked to me of ‘miei + occhi neri.” + </p> + <p> + “Hold thy tongue, prattler! Once more, thy Italian is only good for + buffoons and rope-dancers, or to accompany the learned dogs.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Italia mia! Grandchamp, listen to me, and you shall hear the + language of the gods. If you were a gallant man, like him who wrote this + for a Laure like me!” + </p> + <p> + And she began to hum: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Lieti fiori a felici, e ben nate erbe + Che Madonna pensando premer sole; + Piaggia ch’ascolti su dolci parole + E del bel piede alcun vestigio serbe. +</pre> + <p> + The old soldier was but little used to the voice of a young girl; and in + general when a woman spoke to him, the tone he assumed in answering always + fluctuated between an awkward compliment and an ebullition of temper. But + on this occasion he appeared moved by the Italian song, and twisted his + moustache, which was always with him a sign of embarrassment and distress. + He even omitted a rough sound something like a laugh, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Pretty enough, ‘mordieu!’ that recalls to my mind the + siege of Casal; but be silent, little one. I have not yet heard the Abbe + Quillet come. This troubles me. He ought to have been here before our two + young people; and for some time past—” + </p> + <p> + Laure, who was afraid of being sent alone to the Place St. Eustache, + answered that she was quite sure he had gone in, and continued: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Ombrose selve, ove’percote il sole + Che vi fa co’suoi raggi alte a superbe.” + </pre> + <p> + “Hum!” said the worthy old soldier, grumbling. “I have + my feet in the snow, and a gutter runs down on my head, and there’s + death at my heart; and you sing to me of violets, of the sun, and of + grass, and of love. Be silent!” + </p> + <p> + And, retiring farther in the recess of the church, he leaned his gray head + upon his hands, pensive and motionless. Laure dared not again speak to + him. + </p> + <p> + While her waiting-woman had gone to find Grandchamp, the young and + trembling Marie with a timid hand had pushed open the folding-door of the + church. + </p> + <p> + She there found Cinq-Mars standing, disguised, and anxiously awaiting her. + As soon as she recognized him, she advanced with rapid steps into the + church, holding her velvet mask over her face, and hastened to take refuge + in a confessional, while Henri carefully closed the door of the church by + which she had entered. He made sure that it could not be opened on the + outside, and then followed his betrothed to kneel within the place of + penitence. Arrived an hour before her, with his old valet, he had found + this open—a certain and understood sign that the Abbe Quillet, his + tutor, awaited him at the accustomed place. His care to prevent any + surprise had made him remain himself to guard the entrance until the + arrival of Marie. Delighted as he was at the punctuality of the good Abbe, + he would still scarcely leave his post to thank him. He was a second + father to him in all but authority; and he acted toward the good priest + without much ceremony. + </p> + <p> + The old parish church of St. Eustache was dark. Besides the perpetual + lamp, there were only four flambeaux of yellow wax, which, attached above + the fonts against the principal pillars, cast a red glimmer upon the blue + and black marble of the empty church. The light scarcely penetrated the + deep niches of the aisles of the sacred building. In one of the chapels—the + darkest of them—was the confessional, of which we have before + spoken, whose high iron grating and thick double planks left visible only + the small dome and the wooden cross. Here, on either side, knelt Cinq-Mars + and Marie de Mantua. They could scarcely see each other, but found that + the Abbe Quillet, seated between them, was there awaiting them. They could + see through the little grating the shadow of his hood. Henri d’Effiat + approached slowly; he was regulating, as it were, the remainder of his + destiny. It was not before his king that he was about to appear, but + before a more powerful sovereign, before her for whom he had undertaken + his immense work. He was about to test her faith; and he trembled. + </p> + <p> + He trembled still more when his young betrothed knelt opposite to him; he + trembled, because at the sight of this angel he could not help feeling all + the happiness he might lose. He dared not speak first, and remained for an + instant contemplating her head in the shade, that young head upon which + rested all his hopes. Despite his love, whenever he looked upon her he + could not refrain from a kind of dread at having undertaken so much for a + girl, whose passion was but a feeble reflection of his own, and who + perhaps would not appreciate all the sacrifices he had made for her—bending + the firm character of his mind to the compliances of a courtier, + condemning it to the intrigues and sufferings of ambition, abandoning it + to profound combinations, to criminal meditations, to the gloomy labors of + a conspirator. + </p> + <p> + Hitherto, in their secret interviews, she had always received each fresh + intelligence of his progress with the transports of pleasure of a child, + but without appreciating the labors of each of these so arduous steps that + lead to honors, and always asking him with naivete when he would be + Constable, and when they should marry, as if she were asking him when he + would come to the Caroussel, or whether the weather was fine. Hitherto, he + had smiled at these questions and this ignorance, pardonable at eighteen, + in a girl born to a throne and accustomed to a grandeur natural to her, + which she found around her on her entrance into life; but now he made more + serious reflections upon this character. And when, but just quitting the + imposing assembly of conspirators, representatives of all the orders of + the kingdom, his ear, wherein still resounded the masculine voices that + had sworn to undertake a vast war, was struck with the first words of her + for whom that war was commenced, he feared for the first time lest this + naivete should be in reality simple levity, not coming from the heart. He + resolved to sound it. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, heavens! how I tremble, Henri!” she said as she entered + the confessional; “you make me come without guards, without a coach. + I always tremble lest I should be seen by my people coming out of the + Hotel de Nevers. How much longer must I yet conceal myself like a + criminal? The Queen was very angry when I avowed the matter to her; and + whenever she speaks to me of it, ‘tis with her severe air that you + know, and which always makes me weep. Oh, I am terribly afraid!” + </p> + <p> + She was silent; Cinq-Mars replied only with a deep sigh. + </p> + <p> + “How! you do not speak to me!” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Are these, then, all your terrors?” asked Cinq-Mars, + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Can I have greater? Oh, ‘mon ami’, in what a tone, with + what a voice, do you address me! Are you angry because I came too late?” + </p> + <p> + “Too soon, Madame, much too soon, for the things you are to hear—for + I see you are far from prepared for them.” + </p> + <p> + Marie, affected at the gloomy and bitter tone of his voice, began to weep. + </p> + <p> + “Alas, what have I done,” she said, “that you should + call me Madame, and treat me thus harshly?” + </p> + <p> + “Be tranquil,” replied Cinq-Mars, but with irony in his tone. + “‘Tis not, indeed, you who are guilty; but I—I alone; + not toward you, but for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you done wrong, then? Have you ordered the death of any one? + Oh, no, I am sure you have not, you are so good!” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Cinq-Mars, “are you as nothing in my + designs? Did I misconstrue your thoughts when you looked at me in the + Queen’s boudoir? Can I no longer read in your eyes? Was the fire + which animated them that of a love for Richelieu? That admiration which + you promised to him who should dare to say all to the King, where is it? + Is it all a falsehood?” + </p> + <p> + Marie burst into tears. + </p> + <p> + “You still speak to me with bitterness,” she said; “I + have not deserved it. Do you suppose, because I speak not of this fearful + conspiracy, that I have forgotten it? Do you not see me miserable at the + thought? Must you see my tears? Behold them; I shed enough in secret. + Henri, believe that if I have avoided this terrible subject in our last + interviews, it is from the fear of learning too much. Have I any other + thought that that of your dangers? Do I not know that it is for me you + incur them? Alas! if you fight for me, have I not also to sustain attacks + no less cruel? Happier than I, you have only to combat hatred, while I + struggle against friendship. The Cardinal will oppose to you men and + weapons; but the Queen, the gentle Anne of Austria, employs only tender + advice, caresses, sometimes tears.” + </p> + <p> + “Touching and invincible constraint to make you accept a throne,” + said Cinq-Mars, bitterly. “I well conceive you must need some + efforts to resist such seductions; but first, Madame, I must release you + from your vows.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, great Heaven! what is there, then, against us?” + </p> + <p> + “There is God above us, and against us,” replied Henri, in a + severe tone; “the King has deceived me.” + </p> + <p> + There was an agitated movement on the part of the Abbe. + </p> + <p> + Marie exclaimed, “I foresaw it; this is the misfortune I dreamed and + dreamed of! It is I who caused it?” + </p> + <p> + “He deceived me, as he pressed my hand,” continued Cinq-Mars; + “he betrayed me by the villain Joseph, whom an offer has been made + to me to poniard.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbe gave a start of horror which half opened the door of the + confessional. + </p> + <p> + “O father, fear nothing,” said Henri d’Effiat; “your + pupil will never strike such blows. Those I prepare will be heard from + afar, and the broad day will light them up; but there remains a duty—a + sacred duty—for me to fulfil. Behold your son sacrifice himself + before you! Alas! I have not lived long in the sight of happiness, and I + am about, perhaps, to destroy it by your hand, that consecrated it.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he opened the light grating which separated him from his old + tutor; the latter, still observing an extraordinary silence, passed his + hood over his forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Restore this nuptial ring to the Duchesse de Mantua,” said + Cinq-Mars, in a tone less firm; “I can not keep it unless she give + it me a second time, for I am not the same whom she promised to espouse.” + </p> + <p> + The priest hastily seized the ring, and passed it through the opposite + grating; this mark of indifference astonished Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “What! Father,” he said, “are you also changed?” + </p> + <p> + Marie wept no longer; but, raising her angelic voice, which awakened a + faint echo along the aisles of the church, as the softest sigh of the + organ, she said, returning the ring to Cinq-Mars: + </p> + <p> + “O dearest, be not angry! I comprehend you not. Can we break asunder + what God has just united, and can I leave you, when I know you are + unhappy? If the King no longer loves you, at least you may be assured he + will not harm you, since he has not harmed the Cardinal, whom he never + loved. Do you think yourself undone, because he is perhaps unwilling to + separate from his old servant? Well, let us await the return of his + friendship; forget these conspirators, who affright me. If they give up + hope, I shall thank Heaven, for then I shall no longer tremble for you. + Why needlessly afflict ourselves? The Queen loves us, and we are both very + young; let us wait. The future is beautiful, since we are united and sure + of ourselves. Tell me what the King said to you at Chambord. I followed + you long with my eyes. Heavens! how sad to me was that hunting party!” + </p> + <p> + “He has betrayed me, I tell you,” answered Cinq-Mars. “Yet + who could have believed it, that saw him press our hands, turning from his + brother to me, and to the Duc de Bouillon, making himself acquainted with + the minutest details of the conspiracy, of the very day on which Richelieu + was to be arrested at Lyons, fixing himself the place of his exile (our + party desired his death, but the recollection of my father made me ask his + life). The King said that he himself would direct the whole affair at + Perpignan; yet just before, Joseph, that foul spy, had issued from out of + the cabinet du Lys. O Marie! shall I own it? at the moment I heard this, + my very soul was tossed. I doubted everything; it seemed to me that the + centre of the world was unhinged when I found truth quit the heart of the + King. I saw our whole edifice crumble to the ground; another hour, and the + conspiracy would vanish away, and I should lose you forever. One means + remained; I employed it.” + </p> + <p> + “What means?” said Marie. + </p> + <p> + “The treaty with Spain was in my hand; I signed it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, heavens! destroy it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is gone.” + </p> + <p> + “Who bears it?” + </p> + <p> + “Fontrailles.” + </p> + <p> + “Recall him.” + </p> + <p> + “He will, ere this, have passed the defiles of Oleron,” said + Cinq-Mars, rising up. “All is ready at Madrid, all at Sedan. Armies + await me, Marie—armies! Richelieu is in the midst of them. He + totters; it needs but one blow to overthrow him, and you are mine forever—forever + the wife of the triumphant Cinq-Mars.” + </p> + <p> + “Of Cinq-Mars the rebel,” she said, sighing. + </p> + <p> + “Well, have it so, the rebel; but no longer the favorite. Rebel, + criminal, worthy of the scaffold, I know it,” cried the impassioned + youth, falling on his knees; “but a rebel for love, a rebel for you, + whom my sword will at last achieve for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas, a sword imbrued in the blood of your country! Is it not a + poniard?” + </p> + <p> + “Pause! for pity, pause, Marie! Let kings abandon me, let warriors + forsake me, I shall only be the more firm; but a word from you will + vanquish me, and once again the time for reflection will be passed from + me. Yes, I am a criminal; and that is why I still hesitate to think myself + worthy of you. Abandon me, Marie; take back the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “I can not,” she said; “for I am your wife, whatever you + be.” + </p> + <p> + “You hear her, father!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars, transported with + happiness; “bless this second union, the work of devotion, even more + beautiful than that of love. Let her be mine while I live.” + </p> + <p> + Without answering, the Abbe opened the door of the confessional and had + quitted the church ere Cinq-Mars had time to rise and follow him. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going? What is the matter?” he cried. + </p> + <p> + But no one answered. + </p> + <p> + “Do not call out, in the name of Heaven!” said Marie, “or + I am lost; he has doubtless heard some one in the church.” + </p> + <p> + But D’Effiat, agitated, and without answering her, rushed forth, and + sought his late tutor through the church, but in vain. Drawing his sword, + he proceeded to the entrance which Grandchamp had to guard; he called him + and listened. + </p> + <p> + “Now let him go,” said a voice at the corner of the street; + and at the same moment was heard the galloping of horses. + </p> + <p> + “Grandchamp, wilt thou answer?” cried Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Help, Henri, my dear boy!” exclaimed the voice of the Abbe + Quillet. + </p> + <p> + “Whence come you? You endanger me,” said the grand ecuyer, + approaching him. + </p> + <p> + But he saw that his poor tutor, without a hat in the falling snow, was in + a most deplorable condition. + </p> + <p> + “They stopped me, and they robbed me,” he cried. “The + villains, the assassins! they prevented me from calling out; they stopped + my mouth with a handkerchief.” + </p> + <p> + At this noise, Grandchamp at length came, rubbing his eyes, like one just + awakened. Laure, terrified, ran into the church to her mistress; all + hastily followed her to reassure Marie, and then surrounded the old Abbe. + </p> + <p> + “The villains! they bound my hands, as you see. There were more than + twenty of them; they took from me the key of the side door of the church.” + </p> + <p> + “How! just now?” said Cinq-Mars; “and why did you quit + us?” + </p> + <p> + “Quit you! why, they have kept me there two hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Two hours!” cried Henri, terrified. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, miserable old man that I am!” said Grandchamp; “I + have slept while my master was in danger. It is the first time.” + </p> + <p> + “You were not with us, then, in the confessional?” continued + Cinq-Mars, anxiously, while Marie tremblingly pressed against his arm. + </p> + <p> + “What!” said the Abbe, “did you not see the rascal to + whom they gave my key?” + </p> + <p> + “No! whom?” cried all at once. + </p> + <p> + “Father Joseph,” answered the good priest. + </p> + <p> + “Fly! you are lost!” cried Marie. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK 6 + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. THE STORM + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘Blow, blow, thou winter wind; + Thou art not so unkind + As man’s ingratitude. + Thy tooth is not so keen, + Because thou art not seen, + Although thy breath be rude. + Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly. + Most friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly.’ + + SHAKESPEARE. +</pre> + <p> + Amid that long and superb chain of the Pyrenees which forms the embattled + isthmus of the peninsula, in the centre of those blue pyramids, covered in + gradation with snow, forests, and downs, there opens a narrow defile, a + path cut in the dried-up bed of a perpendicular torrent; it circulates + among rocks, glides under bridges of frozen snow, twines along the edges + of inundated precipices to scale the adjacent mountains of Urdoz and + Oleron, and at last rising over their unequal ridges, turns their nebulous + peak into a new country which has also its mountains and its depths, and, + quitting France, descends into Spain. Never has the hoof of the mule left + its trace in these windings; man himself can with difficulty stand upright + there, even with the hempen boots which can not slip, and the hook of the + pikestaff to force into the crevices of the rocks. + </p> + <p> + In the fine summer months the ‘pastour’, in his brown cape, + and his black long-bearded ram lead hither flocks, whose flowing wool + sweeps the turf. Nothing is heard in these rugged places but the sound of + the large bells which the sheep carry, and whose irregular tinklings + produce unexpected harmonies, casual gamuts, which astonish the traveller + and delight the savage and silent shepherd. But when the long month of + September comes, a shroud of snow spreads itself from the peak of the + mountains down to their base, respecting only this deeply excavated path, + a few gorges open by torrents, and some rocks of granite, which stretch + out their fantastical forms, like the bones of a buried world. + </p> + <p> + It is then that light troops of chamois make their appearance, with their + twisted horns extending over their backs, spring from rock to rock as if + driven before the wind, and take possession of their aerial desert. + Flights of ravens and crows incessantly wheel round and round in the gulfs + and natural wells which they transform into dark dovecots, while the brown + bear, followed by her shaggy family, who sport and tumble around her in + the snow, slowly descends from their retreat invaded by the frost. But + these are neither the most savage nor the most cruel inhabitants that + winter brings into these mountains; the daring smuggler raises for himself + a dwelling of wood on the very boundary of nature and of politics. There + unknown treaties, secret exchanges, are made between the two Navarres, + amid fogs and winds. + </p> + <p> + It was in this narrow path on the frontiers of France that, about two + months after the scenes we have witnessed in Paris, two travellers, coming + from Spain, stopped at midnight, fatigued and dismayed. They heard + musket-shots in the mountain. + </p> + <p> + “The scoundrels! how they have pursued us!” said one of them. + “I can go no farther; but for you I should have been taken.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will be taken still, as well as that infernal paper, if you + lose your time in words; there is another volley on the rock of Saint + Pierre-de-L’Aigle. Up there, they suppose we have gone in the + direction of the Limacon; but, below, they will see the contrary. Descend; + it is doubtless a patrol hunting smugglers. Descend.” + </p> + <p> + “But how? I can not see.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind, descend. Take my arm.” + </p> + <p> + “Hold me; my boots slip,” said the first traveller, stamping + on the edge of the rock to make sure of the solidity of the ground before + trusting himself upon it. + </p> + <p> + “Go on; go on!” said the other, pushing him. “There’s + one of the rascals passing over our heads.” + </p> + <p> + And, in fact, the shadow of a man, armed with a long gun, was reflected on + the snow. The two adventurers stood motionless. The man passed on. They + continued their descent. + </p> + <p> + “They will take us,” said the one who was supporting the + other. “They have turned us. Give me your confounded parchment. I + wear the dress of a smuggler, and I can pass for one seeking an asylum + among them; but you would have no resource with your laced dress.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said his companion; and, resting his foot + against the edge of the rock, and reclining on the slope, he gave him a + roll of hollow wood. + </p> + <p> + A gun was fired, and a ball buried itself, hissing, in the snow at their + feet. + </p> + <p> + “Marked!” said the first. “Roll down. If you are not + dead when you get to the bottom, take the road you see before you. On the + left of the hollow is Santa Maria. But turn to the right; cross Oleron; + and you are on the road to Pau and are saved. Go; roll down.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he pushed his comrade, and without condescending to look + after him, and himself neither ascending nor descending, followed the + flank of the mountain horizontally, hanging on by rocks, branches, and + even by plants, with the strength and energy of a wild-cat, and soon found + himself on firm ground before a small wooden hut, through which a light + was visible. The adventurer went all around it, like a hungry wolf round a + sheepfold, and, applying his eye to one of the openings, apparently saw + what determined him, for without further hesitation he pushed the + tottering door, which was not even fastened by a latch. The whole but + shook with the blow he had given it. He then saw that it was divided into + two cabins by a partition. A large flambeau of yellow wax lighted the + first. There, a young girl, pale and fearfully thin, was crouched in a + corner on the damp floor, just where the melted snow ran under the planks + of the cottage. Very long black hair, entangled and covered with dust, + fell in disorder over her coarse brown dress; the red hood of the Pyrenees + covered her head and shoulders. Her eyes were cast down; and she was + spinning with a small distaff attached to her waist. The entry of a man + did not appear to move her in the least. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! La moza,—[girl]—get up and give me something to + drink. I am tired and thirsty.” + </p> + <p> + The young girl did not answer, and, without raising her eyes, continued to + spin assiduously. + </p> + <p> + “Dost hear?” said the stranger, thrusting her with his foot. + “Go and tell thy master that a friend wishes to see him; but first + give me some drink. I shall sleep here.” + </p> + <p> + She answered, in a hoarse voice, still spinning: + </p> + <p> + “I drink the snow that melts on the rock, or the green scum that + floats on the water of the swamp. But when I have spun well, they give me + water from the iron spring. When I sleep, the cold lizards crawl over my + face; but when I have well cleaned a mule, they throw me hay. The hay is + warm; the hay is good and warm. I put it under my marble feet.” + </p> + <p> + “What tale art thou telling me?” said Jacques. “I spoke + not of thee.” + </p> + <p> + She continued: + </p> + <p> + “They make me hold a man while they kill him. Oh, what blood I have + had on my hands! God forgive them!—if that be possible. They make me + hold his head, and the bucket filled with crimson water. O Heaven!—I, + who was the bride of God! They throw their bodies into the abyss of snow; + but the vulture finds them; he lines his nest with their hair. I now see + thee full of life; I shall see thee bloody, pale, and dead.” + </p> + <p> + The adventurer, shrugging his shoulders, began to whistle as he passed the + second door. Within he found the man he had seen through the chinks of the + cabin. He wore the blue berret cap of the Basques on one side, and, + enveloped in an ample cloak, seated on the pack-saddle of a mule, and + bending over a large brazier, smoked a cigar, and from time to time drank + from a leather bottle at his side. The light of the brazier showed his + full yellow face, as well as the chamber, in which mule-saddles were + ranged round the byasero as seats. He raised his head without altering his + position. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, oh! is it thou, Jacques?” he said. “Is it thou? + Although ‘tis four years since I saw thee, I recognize thee. Thou + art not changed, brigand! There ‘tis still, thy great knave’s + face. Sit down there, and take a drink.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, here I am. But how the devil camest thou here? I thought thou + wert a judge, Houmain!” + </p> + <p> + “And I thought thou wert a Spanish captain, Jacques!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I was so for a time, and then a prisoner. But I got out of the + thing very snugly, and have taken again to the old trade, the free life, + the good smuggling work.” + </p> + <p> + “Viva! viva! Jaleo!”—[A common Spanish oath.]—cried + Houmain. “We brave fellows can turn our hands to everything. Thou + camest by the other passes, I suppose, for I have not seen thee since I + returned to the trade.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; I have passed where thou wilt never pass,” said + Jacques. + </p> + <p> + “And what hast got?” + </p> + <p> + “A new merchandise. My mules will come tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Silk sashes, cigars, or linen?” + </p> + <p> + “Thou wilt know in time, amigo,” said the ruffian. “Give + me the skin. I’m thirsty.” + </p> + <p> + “Here, drink. It’s true Valdepenas! We’re so jolly here, + we bandoleros! Ay! jaleo! jaleo! come, drink; our friends are coming.” + </p> + <p> + “What friends?” said Jacques, dropping the horn. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be uneasy, but drink. I’ll tell thee all about it + presently, and then we’ll sing the Andalusian Tirana.”—[A + kind of ballad.] + </p> + <p> + The adventurer took the horn, and assumed an appearance of ease. + </p> + <p> + “And who’s that great she-devil I saw out there?” he + said. “She seems half dead.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no! she’s only mad. Drink; I’ll tell thee all about + her.” + </p> + <p> + And taking from his red sash a long poniard denticulated on each side like + a saw, Houmain used it to stir up the fire, and said with vast gravity: + </p> + <p> + “Thou must know first, if thou dost not know it already, that down + below there [he pointed toward France] the old wolf Richelieu carries all + before him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, ah!” said Jacques. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; they call him the king of the King. Thou knowest? There is, + however, a young man almost as strong as he, and whom they call Monsieur + le Grand. This young fellow commands almost the whole army of Perpignan at + this moment. He arrived there a month ago; but the old fox is still at + Narbonne—a very cunning fox, indeed. As to the King, he is sometimes + this, sometimes that [as he spoke, Houmain turned his hand outward and + inward], between zist and zest; but while he is determining, I am for zist—that + is to say, I’m a Cardinalist. I’ve been regularly doing + business for my lord since the first job he gave me, three years ago. I’ll + tell thee about it. He wanted some men of firmness and spirit for a little + expedition, and sent for me to be judge-Advocate.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! a very pretty post, I’ve heard.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, ‘tis a trade like ours, where they sell cord instead of + thread; but it is less honest, for they kill men oftener. But ‘tis + also more profitable; everything has its price.” + </p> + <p> + “Very properly so,” said Jacques. + </p> + <p> + “Behold me, then, in a red robe. I helped to give a yellow one and + brimstone to a fine fellow, who was cure at Loudun, and who had got into a + convent of nuns, like a wolf in a fold; and a fine thing he made of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha, ha, ha! That’s very droll!” laughed Jacques. + “Drink,” said Houmain. “Yes, Jago, I saw him after the + affair, reduced to a little black heap like this charcoal. See, this + charcoal at the end of my poniard. What things we are! That’s just + what we shall all come to when we go to the Devil.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, none of these pleasantries!” said the other, very + gravely. “You know that I am religious.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don’t say no; it may be so,” said Houmain, in + the same tone. “There’s Richelieu, a Cardinal! But, no matter. + Thou must know, then, as I was Advocate-General, I advocated—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, thou art quite a wit!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a little. But, as I was saying, I advocated into my own pocket + five hundred piastres, for Armand Duplessis pays his people well, and + there’s nothing to be said against that, except that the money’s + not his own; but that’s the way with us all. I determined to invest + this money in our old trade; and I returned here. Business goes on well. + There is sentence of death out against us; and our goods, of course, sell + for half as much again as before.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s that?” exclaimed Jacques; “lightning at + this time of year?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the storms are beginning; we’ve had two already. We are + in the clouds. Dost hear the roll of the thunder? But this is nothing; + come, drink. ‘Tis almost one in the morning; we’ll finish the + skin and the night together. As I was telling thee, I made acquaintance + with our president—a great scoundrel called Laubardemont. Dost know + him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a little,” said Jacques; “he’s a regular + miser. But never mind that; go on.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, as we had nothing to conceal from one another, I told him of + my little commercial plans, and asked him, when any good jobs presented + themselves, to think of his judicial comrade; and I’ve had no cause + to complain of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Jacques, “and what has he done?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, first, two years ago, he himself brought, me, on horseback + behind him, his niece that thou’st seen out there.” + </p> + <p> + “His niece!” cried Jacques, rising; “and thou treat’st + her like a slave! Demonio!” + </p> + <p> + “Drink,” said Houmain, quietly stirring the brazier with his + poniard; “he himself desired it should be so. Sit down.” + </p> + <p> + Jacques did so. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think,” continued the smuggler, “that he’d + even be sorry to know that she was—dost understand?—to hear + she was under the snow rather than above it; but he would not put her + there himself, because he’s a good relative, as he himself said.” + </p> + <p> + “And as I know,” said Jacques; “but go on.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou mayst suppose that a man like him, who lives at court, does + not like to have a mad niece in his house. The thing is self-evident; if I’d + continued to play my part of the man of the robe, I should have done the + same in a similar case. But here, as you perceive, we don’t care + much for appearances; and I’ve taken her for a servant. She has + shown more good sense than I expected, although she has rarely ever spoken + more than a single word, and at first came the delicate over us. Now she + rubs down a mule like a groom. She has had a slight fever for the last few + days; but ‘twill pass off one way or the other. But, I say, don’t + tell Laubardemont that she still lives; he’d think ‘twas for + the sake of economy I’ve kept her for a servant.” + </p> + <p> + “How! is he here?” cried Jacques. + </p> + <p> + “Drink!” replied the phlegmatic Houmain, who himself set the + example most assiduously, and began to half shut his eyes with a + languishing air. “‘Tis the second transaction I’ve had + with this Laubardemont—or demon, or whatever the name is; but + ‘tis a good devil of a demon, at all events. I love him as I do my + eyes; and I will drink his health out of this bottle of Jurangon here. + ‘Tis the wine of a jolly fellow, the late King Henry. How happy we + are here!—Spain on the right hand, France on the left; the wine-skin + on one side, the bottle on the other! The bottle! I’ve left all for + the bottle!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he knocked off the neck of a bottle of white wine. After + taking a long draught, he continued, while the stranger closely watched + him: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he’s here; and his feet must be rather cold, for he’s + been waiting about the mountains ever since sunset, with his guards and + our comrades. Thou knowest our bandoleros, the true contrabandistas?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! and what do they hunt?” said Jacques. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that’s the joke!” answered the drunkard. “‘Tis + to arrest two rascals, who want to bring here sixty thousand Spanish + soldiers in paper in their pocket. You don’t, perhaps, quite + understand me, ‘croquant’. Well, ‘tis as I tell thee—in + their own pockets.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay! I understand,” said Jacques, loosening his poniard in + his sash, and looking at the door. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, devil’s-skin, let’s sing the Tirana. Take + the bottle, throw away the cigar, and sing.” + </p> + <p> + With these words the drunken host began to sing in Spanish, interrupting + his song with bumpers, which he threw down his throat, leaning back for + the greater ease, while Jacques, still seated, looked at him gloomily by + the light of the brazier, and meditated what he should do. + </p> + <p> + A flash of lightning entered the small window, and filled the room with a + sulphurous odor. A fearful clap immediately followed; the cabin shook; and + a beam fell outside. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo, the house!” cried the drunken man; “the Devil’s + among us; and our friends are not come!” + </p> + <p> + “Sing!” said Jacques, drawing the pack upon which he was close + to that of Houmain. + </p> + <p> + The latter drank to encourage himself, and then continued to sing. + </p> + <p> + As he ended, he felt his seat totter, and fell backward; Jacques, thus + freed from him, sprang toward the door, when it opened, and his head + struck against the cold, pale face of the mad-woman. He recoiled. + </p> + <p> + “The judge!” she said, as she entered; and she fell prostrate + on the cold ground. + </p> + <p> + Jacques had already passed one foot over her; but another face appeared, + livid and surprised-that of a very tall man, enveloped in a cloak covered + with snow. He again recoiled, and laughed a laugh of terror and rage. It + was Laubardemont, followed by armed men; they looked at one another. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, com-r-a-d-e, yo-a ra-a-scal!” hiccuped Houmain, rising + with difficulty; “thou’rt a Royalist.” + </p> + <p> + But when he saw these two men, who seemed petrified by each other, he + became silent, as conscious of his intoxication; and he reeled forward to + raise up the madwoman, who was still lying between the judge and the + Captain. The former spoke first. + </p> + <p> + “Are you not he we have been pursuing?” + </p> + <p> + “It is he!” said the armed men, with one voice; “the + other has escaped.” + </p> + <p> + Jacques receded to the split planks that formed the tottering wall of the + hut; enveloping himself in his cloak, like a bear forced against a tree by + the hounds, and, wishing to gain a moment’s respite for reflection, + he said, firmly: + </p> + <p> + “The first who passes that brazier and the body of that girl is a + dead man.” + </p> + <p> + And he drew a long poniard from his cloak. At this moment Houmain, + kneeling, turned the head of the girl. Her eyes were closed; he drew her + toward the brazier, which lighted up her face. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, heavens!” cried Laubardemont, forgetting himself in his + fright; “Jeanne again!” + </p> + <p> + “Be calm, my lo-lord,” said Houmain, trying to open the + eyelids, which closed again, and to raise her head, which fell back again + like wet linen; “be, be—calm! Do-n’t ex-cite yourself; + she’s dead, decidedly.” + </p> + <p> + Jacques put his foot on the body as on a barrier, and, looking with a + ferocious laugh in the face of Laubardemont, said to him in a low voice: + </p> + <p> + “Let me pass, and I will not compromise thee, courtier; I will not + tell that she was thy niece, and that I am thy son.” + </p> + <p> + Laubardemont collected himself, looked at his men, who pressed around him + with advanced carabines; and, signing them to retire a few steps, he + answered in a very low voice: + </p> + <p> + “Give me the treaty, and thou shalt pass.” + </p> + <p> + “Here it is, in my girdle; touch it, and I will call you my father + aloud. What will thy master say?” + </p> + <p> + “Give it me, and I will spare thy life.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me pass, and I will pardon thy having given me that life.” + </p> + <p> + “Still the same, brigand?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, assassin.” + </p> + <p> + “What matters to thee that boy conspirator?” asked the judge. + </p> + <p> + “What matters to thee that old man who reigns?” answered the + other. + </p> + <p> + “Give me that paper; I’ve sworn to have it.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave it with me; I’ve sworn to carry it back.” + </p> + <p> + “What can be thy oath and thy God?” demanded Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + “And thine?” replied Jacques. “Is’t the crucifix + of red-hot iron?” + </p> + <p> + Here Houmain, rising between them, laughing and staggering, said to the + judge, slapping him on the shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “You are a long time coming to an understanding, friend; do-on’t + you know him of old? He’s a very good fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “I? no!” cried Laubardemont, aloud; “I never saw him + before.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment, Jacques, who was protected by the drunkard and the + smallness of the crowded chamber, sprang violently against the weak planks + that formed the wall, and by a blow of his heel knocked two of them out, + and passed through the space thus created. The whole side of the cabin was + broken; it tottered, and the wind rushed in. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo! Demonio! Santo Demonio! where art going?” cried the + smuggler; “thou art breaking my house down, and on the side of the + ravine, too.” + </p> + <p> + All cautiously approached, tore away the planks that remained, and leaned + over the abyss. They contemplated a strange spectacle. The storm raged in + all its fury; and it was a storm of the Pyrenees. Enormous flashes of + lightning came all at once from all parts of the horizon, and their fires + succeeded so quickly that there seemed no interval; they appeared to be a + continuous flash. It was but rarely the flaming vault would suddenly + become obscure; and it then instantly resumed its glare. It was not the + light that seemed strange on this night, but the darkness. + </p> + <p> + The tall thin peaks and whitened rocks stood out from the red background + like blocks of marble on a cupola of burning brass, and resembled, amid + the snows, the wonders of a volcano; the waters gushed from them like + flames; the snow poured down like dazzling lava. + </p> + <p> + In this moving mass a man was seen struggling, whose efforts only involved + him deeper and deeper in the whirling and liquid gulf; his knees were + already buried. In vain he clasped his arms round an enormous pyramidal + and transparent icicle, which reflected the lightning like a rock of + crystal; the icicle itself was melting at its base, and slowly bending + over the declivity of the rock. Under the covering of snow, masses of + granite were heard striking against each other, as they descended into the + vast depths below. Yet they could still save him; a space of scarcely four + feet separated him from Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + “I sink!” he cried; “hold out to me something, and thou + shalt have the treaty.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it me, and I will reach thee this musket,” said the + judge. + </p> + <p> + “There it is,” replied the ruffian, “since the Devil is + for Richelieu!” and taking one hand from the hold of his slippery + support, he threw a roll of wood into the cabin. Laubardemont rushed back + upon the treaty like a wolf on his prey. Jacques in vain held out his arm; + he slowly glided away with the enormous thawing block turned upon him, and + was silently buried in the snow. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, villain,” were his last words, “thou hast deceived + me! but thou didst not take the treaty from me. I gave it thee, Father!” + and he disappeared wholly under the thick white bed of snow. Nothing was + seen in his place but the glittering flakes which the lightning had + ploughed up, as it became extinguished in them; nothing was—heard + but the rolling of the thunder and the dash of the water against the + rocks, for the men in the half-ruined cabin, grouped round a corpse and a + villain, were silent, tongue-tied with horror, and fearing lest God + himself should send a thunderbolt upon them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. ABSENCE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + L’absence est le plus grand des maux, + Non pas pour vous, cruelle! + + LA FONTAINE. +</pre> + <p> + Who has not found a charm in watching the clouds of heaven as they float + along? Who has not envied them the freedom of their journeyings through + the air, whether rolled in great masses by the wind, and colored by the + sun, they advance peacefully, like fleets of dark ships with gilt prows, + or sprinkled in light groups, they glide quickly on, airy and elongated, + like birds of passage, transparent as vast opals detached from the + treasury of the heavens, or glittering with whiteness, like snows from the + mountains carried on the wings of the winds? Man is a slow traveller who + envies those rapid journeyers; less rapid than his imagination, they have + yet seen in a single day all the places he loves, in remembrance or in + hope,—those that have witnessed his happiness or his misery, and + those so beautiful countries unknown to us, where we expect to find + everything at once. Doubtless there is not a spot on the whole earth, a + wild rock, an arid plain, over which we pass with indifference, that has + not been consecrated in the life of some man, and is not painted in his + remembrance; for, like battered vessels, before meeting inevitable wreck, + we leave some fragment of ourselves on every rock. + </p> + <p> + Whither go the dark-blue clouds of that storm of the Pyrenees? It is the + wind of Africa which drives them before it with a fiery breath. They fly; + they roll over one another, growlingly throwing out lightning before them, + as their torches, and leaving suspended behind them a long train of rain, + like a vaporous robe. Freed by an effort from the rocky defiles that for a + moment had arrested their course, they irrigate, in Bearn, the picturesque + patrimony of Henri IV; in Guienne, the conquests of Charles VII; in + Saintogne, Poitou, and Touraine, those of Charles V and of Philip + Augustus; and at last, slackening their pace above the old domain of Hugh + Capet, halt murmuring on the towers of St. Germain. + </p> + <p> + “O Madame!” exclaimed Marie de Mantua to the Queen, “do + you see this storm coming up from the south?” + </p> + <p> + “You often look in that direction, ‘ma chere’,” + answered Anne of Austria, leaning on the balcony. + </p> + <p> + “It is the direction of the sun, Madame.” + </p> + <p> + “And of tempests, you see,” said the Queen. “Trust in my + friendship, my child; these clouds can bring no happiness to you. I would + rather see you turn your eyes toward Poland. See the fine people you might + command.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment, to avoid the rain, which began to fall, the + Prince-Palatine passed rapidly under the windows of the Queen, with a + numerous suite of young Poles on horseback. Their Turkish vests, with + buttons of diamonds, emeralds, and rubies; their green and gray cloaks; + the lofty plumes of their horses, and their adventurous air-gave them a + singular eclat to which the court had easily become accustomed. They + paused for a moment, and the Prince made two salutes, while the light + animal he rode passed gracefully sideways, keeping his front toward the + princesses; prancing and snorting, he shook his mane, and seemed to salute + by putting his head between his legs. The whole suite repeated the + evolution as they passed. The Princesse Marie had at first shrunk back, + lest they should see her tears; but the brilliant and flattering spectacle + made her return to the balcony, and she could not help exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “How gracefully the Palatine rides that beautiful horse! he seems + scarce conscious of it.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen smiled, and said: + </p> + <p> + “He is conscious about her who might be his queen tomorrow, if she + would but make a sign of the head, and let but one glance from her great + black almond-shaped eyes be turned on that throne, instead of always + receiving these poor foreigners with poutings, as now.” + </p> + <p> + And Anne of Austria kissed the cheek of Marie, who could not refrain from + smiling also; but she instantly sunk her head, reproaching herself, and + resumed her sadness, which seemed gliding from her. She even needed once + more to contemplate the great clouds that hung over the chateau. + </p> + <p> + “Poor child,” continued the Queen, “thou dost all thou + canst to be very faithful, and to keep thyself in the melancholy of thy + romance. Thou art making thyself ill with weeping when thou shouldst be + asleep, and with not eating. Thou passest the night in revery and in + writing; but I warn thee, thou wilt get nothing by it, except making + thyself thin and less beautiful, and the not being a queen. Thy Cinq-Mars + is an ambitious youth, who has lost himself.” + </p> + <p> + Seeing Marie conceal her head in her handkerchief to weep, Anne of Austria + for a moment reentered her chamber, leaving Marie in the balcony, and + feigned to be looking for some jewels at her toilet-table; she soon + returned, slowly and gravely, to the window. Marie was more calm, and was + gazing sorrowfully at the landscape before her, the hills in the distance, + and the storm gradually spreading itself. + </p> + <p> + The Queen resumed in a more serious tone: + </p> + <p> + “God has been more merciful to you than your imprudence perhaps + deserved, Marie. He has saved you from great danger. You were willing to + make great sacrifices, but fortunately they have not been accomplished as + you expected. Innocence has saved you from love. You are as one who, + thinking she has swallowed a deadly poison, has in reality drunk only pure + and harmless water.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Madame, what mean you? Am I not unhappy enough already?” + </p> + <p> + “Do not interrupt me,” said the Queen; “you will, ere + long, see your present position with different eyes. I will not accuse you + of ingratitude toward the Cardinal; I have too many reasons for not liking + him. I myself witnessed the rise of the conspiracy. Still, you should + remember, ‘ma chere’, that he was the only person in France + who, against the opinion of the Queen-mother and of the court, insisted + upon war with the duchy of Mantua, which he recovered from the empire and + from Spain, and returned to the Duc de Nevers, your father. Here, in this + very chateau of Saint-Germain, was signed the treaty which deposed the + Duke of Guastalla.—[The 19th of May, 1632.]—You were then very + young; they must, however, have told you of it. Yet here, through love + alone (I am willing to believe, with yourself, that it is so), a young man + of two-and-twenty is ready to get him assassinated.” + </p> + <p> + “O Madame, he is incapable of such a deed. I swear to you that he + has refused to adopt it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have begged you, Marie, to let me speak. I know that he is + generous and loyal. I am willing to believe that, contrary to the custom + of our times, he would not go so far as to kill an old man, as did the + Chevalier de Guise. But can he prevent his assassination, if his troops + make him prisoner? This we can not say, any more than he. God alone knows + the future. It is, at all events, certain that it is for you he attacks + him, and, to overthrow him, is preparing civil war, which perhaps is + bursting forth at the very moment that we speak—a war without + success. Whichever way it turns, it can only effect evil, for Monsieur is + going to abandon the conspiracy.” + </p> + <p> + “How, Madame?” + </p> + <p> + “Listen to me. I tell you I am certain of it; I need not explain + myself further. What will the grand ecuyer do? The King, as he rightly + anticipated, has gone to consult the Cardinal. To consult him is to yield + to him; but the treaty of Spain is signed. If it be discovered, what can + Monsieur de Cinq-Mars do? Do not tremble thus. We will save him; we will + save his life, I promise you. There is yet time, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Madame, you hope! I am lost!” cried Marie, half fainting. + </p> + <p> + “Let us sit down,” said the Queen; and, placing herself near + Marie, at the entrance to the chamber, she continued: + </p> + <p> + “Doubtless Monsieur will treat for all the conspirators in treating + for himself; but exile will be the least punishment, perpetual exile. + Behold, then, the Duchesse de Nevers and Mantua, the Princesse Marie de + Gonzaga, the wife of Monsieur Henri d’Effiat, Marquis de Cinq-Mars, + exiled!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Madame, I will follow him into exile. It is my duty; I am his + wife!” exclaimed Marie, sobbing. “I would I knew he were + already banished and in safety.” + </p> + <p> + “Dreams of eighteen!” said the Queen, supporting Marie. + “Awake, child, awake! you must. I deny not the good qualities of + Monsieur de Cinq-Mars. He has a lofty character, a vast mind, and great + courage; but he may no longer be aught for you, and, fortunately, you are + not his wife, or even his betrothed.” + </p> + <p> + “I am his, Madame-his alone.” + </p> + <p> + “But without the benediction,” replied Anne of Austria; + “in a word, without marriage. No priest would have dared—not + even your own; he told me so. Be silent!” she added, putting her two + beautiful hands on Marie’s lips. “Be silent! You would say + that God heard your vow; that you can not live without him; that your + destinies are inseparable from his; that death alone can break your union? + The phrases of your age, delicious chimeras of a moment, at which one day + you will smile, happy at not having to lament them all your life. Of the + many and brilliant women you see around me at court, there is not one but + at your age had some beautiful dream of love, like this of yours, who did + not form those ties, which they believed indissoluble, and who did not in + secret take eternal oaths. Well, these dreams are vanished, these knots + broken, these oaths forgotten; and yet you see them happy women and + mothers. Surrounded by the honors of their rank, they laugh and dance + every night. I again divine what you would say—they loved not as you + love, eh? You deceive yourself, my dear child; they loved as much, and + wept no less. + </p> + <p> + “And here I must make you acquainted with that great mystery which + constitutes your despair, since you are ignorant of the malady that + devours you. We have a twofold existence, ‘m’amie’: our + internal life, that of our feelings powerfully works within us, while the + external life dominates despite ourselves. We are never independent of + men, more especially in an elevated condition. Alone, we think ourselves + mistresses of our destiny; but the entrance of two or three people fastens + on all our chains, by recalling our rank and our retinue. Nay; shut + yourself up and abandon yourself to all the daring and extraordinary + resolutions that the passions may raise up in you, to the marvellous + sacrifices they may suggest to you. A lackey coming and asking your orders + will at once break the charm and bring you back to your real life. It is + this contest between your projects and your position which destroys you. + You are invariably angry with yourself; you bitterly reproach yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Marie turned away her head. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you believe yourself criminal. Pardon yourself, Marie; all men + are beings so relative and so dependent one upon another that I know not + whether the great retreats of the world that we sometimes see are not made + for the world itself. Despair has its pursuits, and solitude its coquetry. + It is said that the gloomiest hermits can not refrain from inquiring what + men say of them. This need of public opinion is beneficial, in that it + combats, almost always victoriously, that which is irregular in our + imagination, and comes to the aid of duties which we too easily forget. + One experiences (you will feel it, I hope) in returning to one’s + proper lot, after the sacrifice of that which had diverted the reason, the + satisfaction of an exile returning to his family, of a sick person at + sight of the sun after a night afflicted with frightful dreams. + </p> + <p> + “It is this feeling of a being returned, as it were, to its natural + state that creates the calm which you see in many eyes that have also had + their tears-for there are few women who have not known tears such as + yours. You would think yourself perjured if you renounced Cinq-Mars! But + nothing binds you; you have more than acquitted yourself toward him by + refusing for more than two years past the royal hands offered you. And, + after all, what has he done, this impassioned lover? He has elevated + himself to reach you; but may not the ambition which here seems to you to + have aided love have made use of that love? This young man seems to me too + profound, too calm in his political stratagems, too independent in his + vast resolutions, in his colossal enterprises, for me to believe him + solely occupied by his tenderness. If you have been but a means instead of + an end, what would you say?” + </p> + <p> + “I would still love him,” answered Marie. “While he + lives, I am his.” + </p> + <p> + “And while I live,” said the Queen, with firmness, “I + will oppose the alliance.” + </p> + <p> + At these last words the rain and hail fell violently on the balcony. The + Queen took advantage of the circumstance abruptly to leave the room and + pass into that where the Duchesse de Chevreuse, Mazarin, Madame de + Guemenee, and the Prince-Palatine had been awaiting her for a short time. + The Queen walked up to them. Marie placed herself in the shade of a + curtain in order to conceal the redness of her eyes. She was at first + unwilling to take part in the sprightly conversation; but some words of it + attracted her attention. The Queen was showing to the Princesse de + Guemenee diamonds she had just received from Paris. + </p> + <p> + “As for this crown, it does not belong to me. The King had it + prepared for the future Queen of Poland. Who that is to be, we know not.” + Then turning toward the Prince-Palatine, “We saw you pass, Prince. + Whom were you going to visit?” + </p> + <p> + “Mademoiselle la Duchesse de Rohan,” answered the Pole. + </p> + <p> + The insinuating Mazarin, who availed himself of every opportunity to worm + out secrets, and to make himself necessary by forced confidences, said, + approaching the Queen: + </p> + <p> + “That comes very apropos, just as we were speaking of the crown of + Poland.” + </p> + <p> + Marie, who was listening, could not hear this, and said to Madame de + Guemenee, who was at her side: + </p> + <p> + “Is Monsieur de Chabot, then, King of Poland?” + </p> + <p> + The Queen heard that, and was delighted at this touch of pride. In order + to develop its germ, she affected an approving attention to the + conversation that ensued. + </p> + <p> + The Princesse de Guemenee exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Can you conceive such a marriage? We really can’t get it out + of our heads. This same Mademoiselle de Rohan, whom we have seen so + haughty, after having refused the Comte de Soissons, the Duc de Weimar, + and the Duc de Nemours, to marry Monsieur de Chabot, a simple gentleman! + ‘Tis really a sad pity! What are we coming to? ‘Tis impossible + to say what it will all end in.” + </p> + <p> + “What! can it be true? Love at court! a real love affair! Can it be + believed?” + </p> + <p> + All this time the Queen continued opening and shutting and playing with + the new crown. + </p> + <p> + “Diamonds suit only black hair,” she said. “Let us see. + Let me put it on you, Marie. Why, it suits her to admiration!” + </p> + <p> + “One would suppose it had been made for Madame la Princesse,” + said the Cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “I would give the last drop of my blood for it to remain on that + brow,” said the Prince-Palatine. + </p> + <p> + Marie, through the tears that were still on her cheek, gave an infantine + and involuntary smile, like a ray of sunshine through rain. Then, suddenly + blushing deeply, she hastily took refuge in her apartments. + </p> + <p> + All present laughed. The Queen followed her with her eyes, smiled, + presented her hand for the Polish ambassador to kiss, and retired to write + a letter. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. THE WORK + </h2> + <p> + One night, before Perpignan, a very unusual event took place. It was ten o’clock; + and all were asleep. The slow and almost suspended operations of the siege + had rendered the camp and the town inactive. The Spaniards troubled + themselves little about the French, all communication toward Catalonia + being open as in time of peace; and in the French army men’s minds + were agitated with that secret anxiety which precedes great events. + </p> + <p> + Yet all was calm; no sound was heard but that of the measured tread of the + sentries. Nothing was seen in the dark night but the red light of the + matches of their guns, always smoking, when suddenly the trumpets of the + musketeers, of the light-horse, and of the men-at-arms sounded almost + simultaneously, “boot and saddle,” and “to horse.” + All the sentinels cried to arms; and the sergeants, with flambeaux, went + from tent to tent, along pike in their hands, to waken the soldiers, range + them in lines, and count them. Some files marched in gloomy silence along + the streets of the camp, and took their position in battle array. The + sound of the mounted squadrons announced that the heavy cavalry were + making the same dispositions. After half an hour of movement the noise + ceased, the torches were extinguished, and all again became calm, but the + army was on foot. + </p> + <p> + One of the last tents of the camp shone within as a star with flambeaux. + On approaching this little white and transparent pyramid, we might have + distinguished the shadows of two men reflected on the canvas as they + walked to and fro within. Outside several men on horseback were in + attendance; inside were De Thou and Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + To see the pious and wise De Thou thus up and armed at this hour, you + might have taken him for one of the chiefs of the revolt. But a closer + examination of his serious countenance and mournful expression immediately + showed that he blamed it, and allowed himself to be led into it and + endangered by it from an extraordinary resolution which aided him to + surmount the horror he had of the enterprise itself. From the day when + Henri d’Effiat had opened his heart and confided to him its whole + secret, he had seen clearly that all remonstrance was vain with a young + man so powerfully resolved. + </p> + <p> + De Thou had even understood what M. de Cinq-Mars had not told him, and had + seen in the secret union of his friend with the Princesse Marie, one of + those ties of love whose mysterious and frequent faults, voluptuous and + involuntary derelictions, could not be too soon purified by public + benediction. He had comprehended that punishment, impossible to be + supported long by a lover, the adored master of that young girl, and who + was condemned daily to appear before her as a stranger, to receive + political disclosures of marriages they were preparing for her. The day + when he received his entire confession, he had done all in his power to + prevent Cinq-Mars going so far in his projects as the foreign alliance. He + had evoked the gravest recollections and the best feelings, without any + other result than rendering the invincible resolution of his friend more + rude toward him. Cinq-Mars, it will be recollected, had said to him + harshly, “Well, did I ask you to take part in this conspiracy?” + And he had desired only to promise not to denounce it; and he had + collected all his power against friendship to say, “Expect nothing + further from me if you sign this treaty.” Yet Cinq-Mars had signed + the treaty; and De Thou was still there with him. + </p> + <p> + The habit of familiarly discussing the projects of his friend had perhaps + rendered them less odious to him. His contempt for the vices of the + Prime-Minister; his indignation at the servitude of the parliaments to + which his family belonged, and at the corruption of justice; the powerful + names, and more especially the noble characters of the men who directed + the enterprise—all had contributed to soften down his first painful + impression. Having once promised secrecy to M. de Cinq-Mars, he considered + himself as in a position to accept in detail all the secondary + disclosures; and since the fortuitous event which had compromised him with + the conspirators at the house of Marion de Lorme, he considered himself + united to them by honor, and engaged to an inviolable secrecy. Since that + time he had seen Monsieur, the Duc de Bouillon, and Fontrailles; they had + become accustomed to speak before him without constraint, and he to hear + them. + </p> + <p> + The dangers which threatened his friend now drew him into their vortex + like an invincible magnet. His conscience accused him; but he followed + Cinq-Mars wherever he went without even, from excess of delicacy, + hazarding a single expression which might resemble a personal fear. He had + tacitly given up his life, and would have deemed it unworthy of both to + manifest a desire to regain it. + </p> + <p> + The master of the horse was in his cuirass; he was armed, and wore large + boots. An enormous pistol, with a lighted match, was placed upon his table + between two flambeaux. A heavy watch in a brass case lay near the pistol. + De Thou, wrapped in a black cloak, sat motionless with folded arms. + Cinq-Mars paced backward and forward, his arms crossed behind his back, + from time to time looking at the hand of the watch, too sluggish in his + eyes. He opened the tent, looked up to the heavens, and returned. + </p> + <p> + “I do not see my star there,” said he; “but no matter. + She is here in my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “The night is dark,” said De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “Say rather that the time draws nigh. It advances, my friend; it + advances. Twenty minutes more, and all will be accomplished. The army only + waits the report of this pistol to begin.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou held in his hand an ivory crucifix, and looking first at the + cross, and then toward heaven, “Now,” said he, “is the + hour to complete the sacrifice. I repent not; but oh, how bitter is the + cup of sin to my lips! I had vowed my days to innocence and to the works + of the soul, and here I am about to commit a crime, and to draw the sword.” + </p> + <p> + But forcibly seizing the hand of Cinq-Mars, “It is for you, for you!” + he added with the enthusiasm of a blindly devoted heart. “I rejoice + in my errors if they turn to your glory. I see but your happiness in my + fault. Forgive me if I have returned for a moment to the habitual thought + of my whole life.” + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars looked steadfastly at him; and a tear stole slowly down his + cheek. + </p> + <p> + “Virtuous friend,” said he, “may your fault fall only on + my head! But let us hope that God, who pardons those who love, will be for + us; for we are criminal—I through love, you through friendship.” + </p> + <p> + Then suddenly looking at the watch, he took the long pistol in his hand, + and gazed at the smoking match with a fierce air. His long hair fell over + his face like the mane of a young lion. + </p> + <p> + “Do not consume,” said he; “burn slowly. Thou art about + to light a flame which the waves of ocean can not extinguish. The flame + will soon light half Europe; it may perhaps reach the wood of thrones. + Burn slowly, precious flame! The winds which fan thee are violent and + fearful; they are love and hatred. Reserve thyself! Thy explosion will be + heard afar, and will find echoes in the peasant’s but and the king’s + palace. + </p> + <p> + “Burn, burn, poor flame! Thou art to me a sceptre and a thunderbolt!” + </p> + <p> + De Thou, still holding his ivory crucifix in his hand, said in a low + voice: + </p> + <p> + “Lord, pardon us the blood that will be shed! We combat the wicked + and the impious.” Then, raising his voice, “My friend, the + cause of virtue will triumph,” he said; “it alone will + triumph. God has ordained that the guilty treaty should not reach us; that + which constituted the crime is no doubt destroyed. We shall fight without + the foreigners, and perhaps we shall not fight at all. God will change the + heart of the king.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis the hour! ‘tis the hour!” exclaimed + Cinq-Mars, his eyes fixed upon the watch with a kind of savage joy; + “four minutes more, and the Cardinalists in the camp will be + crushed! We shall march upon Narbonne! He is there! Give me the pistol!” + </p> + <p> + At these words he hastily opened the tent, and took up the match. + </p> + <p> + “A courier from Paris! an express from court!” cried a voice + outside, as a man, heated with hard riding and overcome with fatigue, + threw himself from his horse, entered, and presented a letter to + Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “From the Queen, Monseigneur,” he said. Cinq-Mars turned pale, + and read as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + M. DE CINQ-MARS: I write this letter to entreat and conjure you to + restore to her duties our well-beloved adopted daughter and friend, + the Princesse Marie de Gonzaga, whom your affection alone turns from + the throne of Poland, which has been offered to her. I have sounded + her heart. She is very young, and I have good reason to believe + that she would accept the crown with less effort and less grief than + you may perhaps imagine. + + It is for her you have undertaken a war which will put to fire and + sword my beautiful and beloved France. I supplicate and implore you + to act as a gentleman, and nobly to release the Duchesse de Mantua + from the promises she may have made you. Thus restore repose to her + soul, and peace to our beloved country. + + The Queen, who will throw herself at your feet if need be, + + ANNE. +</pre> + <p> + Cinq-Mars calmly replaced the pistol upon the table; his first impulse had + been to turn its muzzle upon himself. However, he laid it down, and + snatching a pencil, wrote on the back of the letter; + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MADAME: Marie de Gonzaga, being my wife, can not be Queen of Poland + until after my death. I die. + + CINQ-MARS. +</pre> + <p> + Then, as if he would not allow himself time for a moment’s + reflection, he forced the letter into the hands of the courier. + </p> + <p> + “To horse! to horse!” cried he, in a furious tone. “If + you remain another instant, you are a dead man!” + </p> + <p> + He saw him gallop off, and reentered the tent. Alone with his friend, he + remained an instant standing, but pale, his eyes fixed, and looking on the + ground like a madman. He felt himself totter. + </p> + <p> + “De Thou!” he cried. + </p> + <p> + “What would you, my friend, my dear friend? I am with you. You have + acted grandly, most grandly, sublimely!” + </p> + <p> + “De Thou!” he cried again, in a hollow voice, and fell with + his face to the ground, like an uprooted tree. + </p> + <p> + Violent tempests assume different aspects, according to the climates in + which they take place. Those which have spread over a terrible space in + northern countries assemble into one single cloud under the torrid zone—the + more formidable, that they leave the horizon in all its purity, and that + the furious waves still reflect the azure of heaven while tinged with the + blood of man. It is the same with great passions. They assume strange + aspects according to our characters; but how terrible are they in vigorous + hearts, which have preserved their force under the veil of social forms? + When youth and despair embrace, we know not to what fury they may rise, or + what may be their sudden resignation; we know not whether the volcano will + burst the mountain or become suddenly extinguished within its entrails. + </p> + <p> + De Thou, in alarm, raised his friend. The blood gushed from his nostrils + and ears; he would have thought him dead, but for the torrents of tears + which flowed from his eyes. They were the only sign of life. Suddenly he + opened his lids, looked around him, and by an extraordinary energy resumed + his senses and the power of his will. + </p> + <p> + “I am in the presence of men,” said he; “I must finish + with them. My friend, it is half-past eleven; the hour for the signal has + passed. Give, in my name, the order to return to quarters. It was a false + alarm, which I will myself explain this evening.” + </p> + <p> + De Thou had already perceived the importance of this order; he went out + and returned immediately. + </p> + <p> + He found Cinq-Mars seated, calm, and endeavoring to cleanse the blood from + his face. + </p> + <p> + “De Thou,” said he, looking fixedly at him, “retire; you + disturb me.” + </p> + <p> + “I leave you not,” answered the latter. + </p> + <p> + “Fly, I tell you! the Pyrenees are not far distant. I can not speak + much longer, even to you; but if you remain with me, you will die. I give + you warning.” + </p> + <p> + “I remain,” repeated De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “May God preserve you, then!” answered Cinq-Mars, “for I + can do nothing more; the moment has passed. I leave you here. Call + Fontrailles and all the confederates: distribute these passports among + them. Let them fly immediately; tell them all has failed, but that I thank + them. For you, once again I say, fly with them, I entreat you; but + whatever you do, follow me not—follow me not, for your life! I swear + to you not to do violence to myself!” + </p> + <p> + With these words, shaking his friend’s hand without looking at him, + he rushed from the tent. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, some leagues thence another conversation was taking place. At + Narbonne, in the same cabinet in which we formerly beheld Richelieu + regulating with Joseph the interests of the State, were still seated the + same men, nearly as we have described them. The minister, however, had + grown much older in three years of suffering; and the Capuchin was as much + terrified with the result of his expedition as his master appeared + tranquil. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, seated in his armchair, his legs bound and encased with furs + and warm clothing, had upon his knees three kittens, which gambolled upon + his scarlet robe. Every now and then he took one of them and placed it + upon the others, to continue their sport. He smiled as he watched them. On + his feet lay their mother, looking like an enormous animated muff. + </p> + <p> + Joseph, seated near him, was going over the account of all he had heard in + the confessional. Pale even now, at the danger he had run of being + discovered, or of being murdered by Jacques, he concluded thus: + </p> + <p> + “In short, your Eminence, I can not help feeling agitated to my + heart’s core when I reflect upon the dangers which have, and still + do, threaten you. Assassins offer themselves to poniard you. I beheld in + France the whole court against you, one half of the army, and two + provinces. Abroad, Spain and Portugal are ready to furnish troops. + Everywhere there are snares or battles, poniards or cannon.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal yawned three times, without discontinuing his amusement, and + then said: + </p> + <p> + “A cat is a very fine animal. It is a drawing-room tiger. What + suppleness, what extraordinary finesse! Here is this little yellow one + pretending to sleep, in order that the tortoise-shell one may not notice + it, but fall upon its brother; and this one, how it tears the other! See + how it sticks its claws into its side! It would kill and eat it, I fully + believe, if it were the stronger. It is very amusing. What pretty animals!” + </p> + <p> + He coughed and sneezed for some time; then he continued: + </p> + <p> + “Messire Joseph, I sent word to you not to speak to me of business + until after my supper... I have an appetite now, and it is not yet my + hour. Chicot, my doctor, recommends regularity, and I feel my usual pain + in my side. This is how I shall spend the evening,” he added, + looking at the clock. “At nine, we will settle the affairs of + Monsieur le Grand. At ten, I shall be carried round the garden to take the + air by moonlight. Then I shall sleep for an hour or two. At midnight the + King will be here; and at four o’clock you may return to receive the + various orders for arrests, condemnations, or any others I may have to + give you, for the provinces, Paris, or the armies of his Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu said all this in the same tone of voice, with a uniform + enunciation, affected only by the weakness of his chest and the loss of + several teeth. + </p> + <p> + It was seven in the evening. The Capuchin withdrew. The Cardinal supped + with the greatest tranquillity; and when the clock struck half-past eight, + he sent for Joseph, and said to him, when he was seated: + </p> + <p> + “This, then, is all they have been able to do against me during more + than two years. They are poor creatures, truly! The Duc de Bouillon, whom + I thought possessed some ability, has forfeited all claim to my opinion. I + have watched him closely; and I ask you, has he taken one step worthy of a + true statesman? The King, Monsieur, and the rest, have only shown their + teeth against me, and without depriving me of one single man. The young + Cinq-Mars is the only man among them who has any consecutiveness of ideas. + All that he has done has been done surprisingly well. I must do him + justice; he had good qualities. I should have made him my pupil, had it + not been for his obstinate character. But he has here charged me ‘a + l’outrance, and must take the consequences. I am sorry for him. I + have left them to float about in open water for the last two years. I + shall now draw the net.” + </p> + <p> + “It is time, Monseigneur,” said Joseph, who often trembled + involuntarily as he spoke. “Do you bear in mind that from Perpignan + to Narbonne the way is short? Do you know that if your army here is + powerful, your own troops are weak and uncertain; that the young nobles + are furious; and that the King is not sure?” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal looked at the clock. + </p> + <p> + “It is only half-past eight, Joseph. I have already told you that I + will not talk about this affair until nine. Meantime, as justice must be + done, you will write what I shall dictate, for my memory serves me well. + There are still some objectionable persons left, I see by my notes—four + of the judges of Urbain Grandier. He was a rare genius, that Urbain + Grandier,” he added, with a malicious expression. Joseph bit his + lips. “All the other judges have died miserably. As to Houmain, he + shall be hanged as a smuggler by and by. We may leave him alone for the + present. But there is that horrible Lactantius, who lives peacefully, + Barre, and Mignon. Take a pen, and write to the Bishop of Poitiers, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “MONSEIGNEUR: It is his Majesty’s pleasure that Fathers Mignon and + Barre be superseded in their cures, and sent with the shortest + possible delay to the town of Lyons, with Father Lactantius, + Capuchin, to be tried before a special tribunal, charged with + criminal intentions against the State.” + </pre> + <p> + Joseph wrote as coolly as a Turk strikes off a head at a sign from his + master. The Cardinal said to him, while signing the letter: + </p> + <p> + “I will let you know how I wish them to disappear, for it is + important to efface all traces of that affair. Providence has served me + well. In removing these men, I complete its work. That is all that + posterity shall know of the affair.” + </p> + <p> + And he read to the Capuchin that page of his memoirs in which he recounts + the possession and sorceries of the magician.—[Collect. des Memoires + xxviii. 189.]—During this slow process, Joseph could not help + looking at the clock. + </p> + <p> + “You are anxious to come to Monsieur le Grand,” said the + Cardinal at last. “Well, then, to please you, let us begin.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I have not my reasons for being tranquil? You think + that I have allowed these poor conspirators to go too far. No, no! Here + are some little papers that would reassure you, did you know their + contents. First, in this hollow stick is the treaty with Spain, seized at + Oleron. I am well satisfied with Laubardemont; he is an able man.” + </p> + <p> + The fire of ferocious jealousy sparkled under the thick eyebrows of the + monk. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Monseigneur,” said he, “you know not from whom he + seized it. He certainly suffered him to die, and in that respect we can + not complain, for he was the agent of the conspiracy; but it was his son.” + </p> + <p> + “Say you the truth?” cried the Cardinal, in a severe tone. + “Yes, for you dare not lie to me. How knew you this?” + </p> + <p> + “From his attendants, Monsiegneur. Here are their reports. They will + testify to them.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal having examined these papers, said: + </p> + <p> + “We will employ him once more to try our conspirators, and then you + shall do as you like with him. I give him to you.” + </p> + <p> + Joseph joyfully pocketed his precious denunciations, and continued: + </p> + <p> + “Your Eminence speaks of trying men who are still armed and on + horseback.” + </p> + <p> + “They are not all so. Read this letter from Monsieur to Chavigny. He + asks for pardon. He dared not address me the first day, and his prayers + rose no higher than the knees of one of my servants. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + To M. de Chavigny: + + M. DE CHAVIGNY: Although I believe that you are little satisfied + with me (and in truth you have reason to be dissatisfied), I do not + the less entreat you to endeavor my reconciliation with his + Eminence, and rely for this upon the true love you bear me, and + which, I believe, is greater than your anger. You know how much I + require to be relieved from the danger I am in. You have already + twice stood my friend with his Eminence. I swear to you this shall + be the last time I give you such an employment. + GASTON D’ORLEANS. +</pre> + <p> + “But the next day he took courage, and sent this to myself, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + To his Excellency the Cardinal-Duc: + + MY COUSIN: This ungrateful M. le Grand is the most guilty man in the + world to have displeased you. The favors he received from his + Majesty have always made me doubtful of him and his artifices. For + you, my cousin, I retain my whole esteem. I am truly repentant at + having again been wanting in the fidelity I owe to my Lord the King, + and I call God to witness the sincerity with which I shall be for + the rest of my life your most faithful friend, with the same + devotion that I am, my cousin, your affectionate cousin, + GASTON. +</pre> + <p> + and the third to the King. His project choked him; he could not keep it + down. But I am not so easily satisfied. I must have a free and full + confession, or I will expel him from the kingdom. I have written to him + this morning. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [MONSIEUR: Since God wills that men should have recourse to a frank + and entire confession to be absolved of their faults in this world, + I indicate to you the steps you must take to be delivered from this + danger. Your Highness has commenced well; you must continue. This + is all I can say to you.] +</pre> + <p> + “As to the magnificent and powerful Due de Bouillon, sovereign lord + of Sedan and general-in-chief of the armies in Italy, he has just been + arrested by his officers in the midst of his soldiers, concealed in a + truss of straw. There remain, therefore, only our two young neighbors. + They imagine they have the camp wholly at their orders, while they really + have only the red troops. All the rest, being Monsieur’s men, will + not act, and my troops will arrest them. However, I have permitted them to + appear to obey. If they give the signal at half-past eleven, they will be + arrested at the first step. If not, the King will give them up to me this + evening. Do not open your eyes so wide. He will give them up to me, I + repeat, this night, between midnight and one o’clock. You see that + all has been done without you, Joseph. We can dispense with you very well; + and truly, all this time, I do not see that we have received any great + service from you. You grow negligent.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Monseigneur! did you but know the trouble I have had to + discover the route of the bearers of the treaty! I only learned it by + risking my life between these young people.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal laughed contemptuously, leaning back in his chair. + </p> + <p> + “Thou must have been very ridiculous and very fearful in that box, + Joseph; I dare say it was the first time in thy life thou ever heardst + love spoken of. Dost thou like the language, Father Joseph? Tell me, dost + thou clearly understand it? I doubt whether thou hast formed a very + refined idea of it.” + </p> + <p> + Richelieu, his arms crossed, looked at his discomfited Capuchin with + infinite delight, and continued in the scornfully familiar tone of a grand + seigneur, which he sometimes assumed, pleasing himself with putting forth + the noblest expressions through the most impure lips: + </p> + <p> + “Come, now, Joseph, give me a definition of love according to thy + idea. What can it be—for thou seest it exists out of romances. This + worthy youngster undertook these little conspiracies through love. Thou + heardst it thyself with throe unworthy ears. Come, what is love? For my + part, I know nothing about it.” + </p> + <p> + The monk was astounded, and looked upon the ground with the stupid eye of + some base animal. After long consideration, he replied in a drawling and + nasal voice: + </p> + <p> + “It must be a kind of malignant fever which leads the brain astray; + but in truth, Monseigneur, I have never reflected on it until this moment. + I have always been embarrassed in speaking to a woman. I wish women could + be omitted from society altogether; for I do not see what use they are, + unless it be to disclose secrets, like the little Duchess or Marion de + Lorme, whom I can not too strongly recommend to your Eminence. She thought + of everything, and herself threw our little prophecy among the + conspirators with great address. We have not been without the marvellous + this time. As in the siege of Hesdin, all we have to do is to find a + window through which you may pass on the day of the execution.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [In 1638, Prince Thomas having raised the siege of Hesdin, the + Cardinal was much vexed at it. A nun of the convent of Mount + Calvary had said that the victory would be to the King and Father + Joseph, thus wishing it to be believed that Heaven protected the + minister.—Memoires pour l’histoire du Cardinal de Richelieu.] +</pre> + <p> + “This is another of your absurdities, sir,” said the Cardinal; + “you will make me as ridiculous as yourself, if you go on so; I am + too powerful to need the assistance of Heaven. Do not let that happen + again. Occupy yourself only with the people I consign to you. I traced + your part before. When the master of the horse is taken, you will see him + tried and executed at Lyons. I will not be known in this. This affair is + beneath me; it is a stone under my feet, upon which I ought not to have + bestowed so much attention.” + </p> + <p> + Joseph was silent; he could not understand this man, who, surrounded on + every side by armed enemies, spoke of the future as of a present over + which he had the entire control, and of the present as a past which he no + longer feared. He knew not whether to look upon him as a madman or a + prophet, above or below the standard of human nature. + </p> + <p> + His astonishment was redoubled when Chavigny hastily entered, and nearly + falling, in his heavy boots, over the Cardinal’s footstool, + exclaimed in great agitation: + </p> + <p> + “Sir, one of your servants has just arrived from Perpignan; and he + has beheld the camp in an uproar, and your enemies in the saddle.” + </p> + <p> + “They will soon dismount, sir,” replied Richelieu, replacing + his footstool. “You appear to have lost your equanimity.” + </p> + <p> + “But—but, Monseigneur, must we not warn Monsieur de Fabert?” + </p> + <p> + “Let him sleep, and go to bed yourself; and you also, Joseph.” + </p> + <p> + “Monseigneur, another strange event has occurred—the King has + arrived.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, that is extraordinary,” said the minister, looking at + his watch. “I did not expect him these two hours. Retire, both of + you.” + </p> + <p> + A heavy trampling and the clattering of arms announced the arrival of the + Prince; the folding-doors were thrown open; the guards in the Cardinal’s + service struck the ground thrice with their pikes; and the King appeared. + </p> + <p> + He entered, supporting himself with a cane on one side, and on the other + leaning upon the shoulder of his confessor, Father Sirmond, who withdrew, + and left him with the Cardinal; the latter rose with difficulty, but could + not advance a step to meet the King, because his legs were bandaged and + enveloped. He made a sign that they should assist the King to a seat near + the fire, facing himself. Louis XIII fell into an armchair furnished with + pillows, asked for and drank a glass of cordial, prepared to strengthen + him against the frequent fainting-fits caused by his malady of languor, + signed to all to leave the room, and, alone with Richelieu, he said in a + languid voice: + </p> + <p> + “I am departing, my dear Cardinal; I feel that I shall soon return + to God. I become weaker from day to day; neither the summer nor the + southern air has restored my strength.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall precede your Majesty,” replied the minister. “You + see that death has already conquered my limbs; but while I have a head to + think and a hand to write, I shall be at the service of your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am sure it was your intention to add, ‘a heart to love + me.’” + </p> + <p> + “Can your Majesty doubt it?” answered the Cardinal, frowning, + and biting his lips impatiently at this speech. + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes I doubt it,” replied the King. “Listen: I + wish to speak openly to you, and to complain of you to yourself. There are + two things which have been upon my conscience these three years. I have + never mentioned them to you; but I reproached you secretly; and could + anything have induced me to consent to any proposals contrary to your + interest, it would be this recollection.” + </p> + <p> + There was in this speech that frankness natural to weak minds, who seek by + thus making their ruler uneasy, to compensate for the harm they dare not + do him, and revenge their subjection by a childish controversy. + </p> + <p> + Richelieu perceived by these words that he had run a great risk; but he + saw at the same time the necessity of venting all his spleen, and, to + facilitate the explosion of these important avowals, he accumulated all + the professions he thought most calculated to provoke the King. + </p> + <p> + “No, no!” his Majesty at length exclaimed, “I shall + believe nothing until you have explained those two things, which are + always in my thoughts, which were lately mentioned to me, and which I can + justify by no reasoning. I mean the trial of Urbain Grandier, of which I + was never well informed, and the reason for the hatred you bore to my + unfortunate mother, even to her very ashes.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this all, Sire?” said Richelieu. “Are these my only + faults? They are easily explained. The first it was necessary to conceal + from your Majesty because of its horrible and disgusting details of + scandal. There was certainly an art employed, which can not be looked upon + as guilty, in concealing, under the title of ‘magic,’ crimes + the very names of which are revolting to modesty, the recital of which + would have revealed dangerous mysteries to the innocent; this was a holy + deceit practised to hide these impurities from the eyes of the people.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, enough, Cardinal,” said Louis XIII, turning away his + head, and looking downward, while a blush covered his face; “I can + not hear more. I understand you; these explanations would disgust me. I + approve your motives; ‘tis well. I had not been told that; they had + concealed these dreadful vices from me. Are you assured of the proofs of + these crimes?” + </p> + <p> + “I have them all in my possession, Sire; and as to the glorious + Queen, Marie de Medicis, I am surprised that your Majesty can forget how + much I was attached to her. Yes, I do not fear to acknowledge it; it is to + her I owe my elevation. She was the first who deigned to notice the Bishop + of Luton, then only twenty-two years of age, to place me near her. What + have I not suffered when she compelled me to oppose her in your Majesty’s + interest! But this sacrifice was made for you. I never had, and never + shall have, to regret it.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis well for you, but for me!” said the King, + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire,” exclaimed the Cardinal, “did not the Son of + God himself set you an example? It is by the model of every perfection + that we regulate our counsels; and if the monument due to the precious + remains of your mother is not yet raised, Heaven is my witness that the + works were retarded through the fear of afflicting your heart by bringing + back the recollection of her death. But blessed be the day in which I have + been permitted to speak to you on the subject! I myself shall say the + first mass at Saint-Denis, when we shall see her deposited there, if + Providence allows me the strength.” + </p> + <p> + The countenance of the King assumed a more affable yet still cold + expression; and the Cardinal, thinking that he could go no farther that + evening in persuasion, suddenly resolved to make a more powerful move, and + to attack the enemy in front. Still keeping his eyes firmly fixed upon the + King, he said, coldly: + </p> + <p> + “And was it for this you consented to my death?” + </p> + <p> + “Me!” said the King. “You have been deceived; I have + indeed heard of a conspiracy, and I wished to speak to you about it; but I + have commanded nothing against you.” + </p> + <p> + “‘The conspirators do not say so, Sire; but I am bound to + believe your Majesty, and I am glad for your sake that men were deceived. + But what advice were you about to condescend to give me?” + </p> + <p> + “I—I wished to tell you frankly, and between ourselves, that + you will do well to beware of Monsieur—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire, I can not now heed it; for here is a letter which he has + just sent to me for you. He seems to have been guilty even toward your + Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + The King read in astonishment: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MONSEIGNEUR: I am much grieved at having once more failed in the + fidelity which I owe to your Majesty. I humbly entreat you to allow + me to ask a thousand pardons, with the assurances of my submission + and repentance. + Your very humble servant, + GASTON. +</pre> + <p> + “What does this mean?” cried Louis; “dare they arm + against me also?” + </p> + <p> + “Also!” muttered the Cardinal, biting his lips; “yes, + Sire, also; and this makes me believe, to a certain degree, this little + packet of papers.” + </p> + <p> + While speaking, he drew a roll of parchment from a piece of hollowed + elder, and opened it before the eyes of the King. + </p> + <p> + “This is simply a treaty with Spain, which I think does not bear the + signature of your Majesty. You may see the twenty articles all in due + form. Everything is here arranged—the place of safety, the number of + troops, the supplies of men and money.” + </p> + <p> + “The traitors!” cried the King, in great agitation; “they + must be seized. My brother renounces them and repents; but do not fail to + arrest the Duc de Bouillon.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be done, Sire.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be difficult, in the middle of the army in Italy.” + </p> + <p> + “I will answer with my head for his arrest, Sire; but is there not + another name to be added?” + </p> + <p> + “Who—what—Cinq-Mars?” inquired the King, + hesitating. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly so, Sire,” answered the Cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “I see—but—I think—we might—” + </p> + <p> + “Hear me!” exclaimed Richelieu, in a voice of thunder; “all + must be settled to-day. Your favorite is mounted at the head of his party; + choose between him and me. Yield up the boy to the man, or the man to the + boy; there is no alternative.” + </p> + <p> + “And what will you do if I consent?” said the King. + </p> + <p> + “I will have his head and that of his friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Never! it is impossible!” replied the King, with horror, as + he relapsed into the same state of irresolution he evinced when with + Cinq-Mars against Richelieu. “He is my friend as well as you; my + heart bleeds at the idea of his death. Why can you not both agree? Why + this division? It is that which has led him to this. You have between you + brought me to the brink of despair; you have made me the most miserable of + men.” + </p> + <p> + Louis hid his head in his hands while speaking, and perhaps he shed tears; + but the inflexible minister kept his eyes upon him as if watching his + prey, and without remorse, without giving the King time for reflection—on + the contrary, profiting by this emotion to speak yet longer. + </p> + <p> + “And is it thus,” he continued, in a harsh and cold voice, + “that you remember the commandments of God communicated to you by + the mouth of your confessor? You told me one day that the Church expressly + commanded you to reveal to your prime minister all that you might hear + against him; yet I have never heard from you of my intended death! It was + necessary that more faithful friends should apprise me of this conspiracy; + that the guilty themselves through the mercy of Providence should + themselves make the avowal of their fault. One only, the most guilty, yet + the least of all, still resists, and it is he who has conducted the whole; + it is he who would deliver France into the power of the foreigner, who + would overthrow in one single day my labors of twenty years. He would call + up the Huguenots of the south, invite to arms all orders of the State, + revive crushed pretensions, and, in fact, renew the League which was put + down by your father. It is that—do not deceive yourself—it is + that which raises so many heads against you. Are you prepared for the + combat? If so, where are your arms?” + </p> + <p> + The King, quite overwhelmed, made no reply; he still covered his face with + his hands. The stony-hearted Cardinal crossed his arms and continued: + </p> + <p> + “I fear that you imagine it is for myself I speak. Do you really + think that I do not know my own powers, and that I fear such an adversary? + Really, I know not what prevents me from letting you act for yourself—from + transferring the immense burden of State affairs to the shoulders of this + youth. You may imagine that during the twenty years I have been acquainted + with your court, I have not forgotten to assure myself a retreat where, in + spite of you, I could now go to live the six months which perhaps remain + to me of life. It would be a curious employment for me to watch the + progress of such a reign. What answer would you return, for instance, when + all the inferior potentates, regaining their station, no longer kept in + subjection by me, shall come in your brother’s name to say to you, + as they dared to say to Henri IV on his throne: ‘Divide with us all + the hereditary governments and sovereignties, and we shall be content.’—[Memoires + de Sully, 1595.]—You will doubtless accede to their request; and it + is the least you can do for those who will have delivered you from + Richelieu. It will, perhaps, be fortunate, for to govern the + Ile-de-France, which they will no doubt allow you as the original domain, + your new minister will not require many secretaries.” + </p> + <p> + While speaking thus, he furiously pushed the huge table, which nearly + filled the room, and was laden with papers and numerous portfolios. + </p> + <p> + Louis was aroused from his apathetic meditation by the excessive audacity + of this discourse. He raised his head, and seemed to have instantly formed + one resolution for fear he should adopt another. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said he, “my answer is that I will reign + alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so!” replied Richelieu. “But I ought to give you + notice that affairs are at present somewhat complicated. This is the hour + when I generally commence my ordinary avocations.” + </p> + <p> + “I will act in your place,” said Louis. “I will open the + portfolios and issue my commands.” + </p> + <p> + “Try, then,” said Richelieu. “I shall retire; and if + anything causes you to hesitate, you can send for me.” + </p> + <p> + He rang a bell. In the same instant, and as if they had awaited the + signal, four vigorous footmen entered, and carried him and his chair into + another apartment, for we have before remarked that he was unable to walk. + While passing through the chambers where the secretaries were at work, he + called out in a loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “You will receive his Majesty’s commands.” + </p> + <p> + The King remained alone, strong in his new resolution, and, proud in + having once resisted, he became anxious immediately to plunge into + political business. He walked around the immense table, and beheld as many + portfolios as they then counted empires, kingdoms, and States in Europe. + He opened one and found it divided into sections equalling in number the + subdivisions of the country to which it related. All was in order, but in + alarming order for him, because each note only referred to the very + essence of the business it alluded to, and related only to the exact point + of its then relations with France. These laconic notes proved as enigmatic + to Louis, as did the letters in cipher which covered the table. Here all + was confusion. An edict of banishment and expropriation of the Huguenots + of La Rochelle was mingled with treaties with Gustavus Adolphus and the + Huguenots of the north against the empire. Notes on General Bannier and + Wallenstein, the Duc de Weimar, and Jean de Witt were mingled with + extracts from letters taken from the casket of the Queen, the list of the + necklaces and jewels they contained, and the double interpretation which + might be put upon every phrase of her notes. Upon the margin of one of + these letters was written: “For four lines in a man’s + handwriting he might be criminally tried.” Farther on were scattered + denunciations against the Huguenots; the republican plans they had drawn + up; the division of France into departments under the annual dictatorship + of a chief. The seal of this projected State was affixed to it, + representing an angel leaning upon a cross, and holding in his hand a + Bible, which he raised to his forehead. By the side was a document which + contained a list of those cardinals the pope had selected the same day as + the Bishop of Lurgon (Richelieu). Among them was to be found the Marquis + de Bedemar, ambassador and conspirator at Venice. + </p> + <p> + Louis XIII exhausted his powers in vain over the details of another + period, seeking unsuccessfully for any documents which might allude to the + present conspiracy, to enable him to perceive its true meaning, and all + that had been attempted against him, when a diminutive man, of an olive + complexion, who stooped much, entered the cabinet with a measured step. + This was a Secretary of State named Desnoyers. He advanced, bowing. + </p> + <p> + “May I be permitted to address your Majesty on the affairs of + Portugal?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “And consequently of Spain?” said Louis. “Portugal is a + province of Spain.” + </p> + <p> + “Of Portugal,” reiterated Desnoyers. “Here is the + manifesto we have this moment received.” And he read, “Don + John, by the grace of God, King of Portugal and of Algarves, kingdoms on + this side of Africa, lord over Guinea, by conquest, navigation, and trade + with Arabia, Persia, and the Indies—” + </p> + <p> + “What is all that?” said the King. “Who talks in this + manner?” + </p> + <p> + “The Duke of Braganza, King of Portugal, crowned already some time + by a man whom they call Pinto. Scarcely has he ascended the throne than he + offers assistance to the revolted Catalonians.” + </p> + <p> + “Has Catalonia also revolted? The King, Philip IV, no longer has the + Count-Duke for his Prime-Minister?” + </p> + <p> + “Just the contrary, Sire. It is on this very account. Here is the + declaration of the States-General of Catalonia to his Catholic Majesty, + signifying that the whole country will take up arms against his + sacrilegious and excommunicated troops. The King of Portugal—” + </p> + <p> + “Say the Duke of Braganza!” replied Louis. “I recognize + no rebels.” + </p> + <p> + “The Duke of Braganza, then,” coldly repeated the Secretary of + State, “sends his nephew, Don Ignacio de Mascarenas, to the + principality of Catalonia, to seize the protection (and it may be the + sovereignty) of that country, which he would add to that he has just + reconquered. Your Majesty’s troops are before Perpignan—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, and what of that?” said Louis. + </p> + <p> + “The Catalonians are more disposed toward France than toward + Portugal, and there is still time to deprive the King of-the Duke of + Portugal, I should say—of this protectorship.” + </p> + <p> + “What! I assist rebels! You dare—” + </p> + <p> + “Such was the intention of his Eminence,” continued the + Secretary of State. “Spain and France are nearly at open war, and + Monsieur d’Olivares has not hesitated to offer the assistance of his + Catholic Majesty to the Huguenots.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good. I will consider it,” said the King. “Leave + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Sire, the States-General of Catalonia are in a dilemma. The troops + from Aragon march against them.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall see. I will come to a decision in a quarter of an hour,” + answered Louis XIII. + </p> + <p> + The little Secretary of State left the apartment discontented and + discouraged. In his place Chavigny immediately appeared, holding a + portfolio, on which were emblazoned the arms of England. “Sire,” + said he, “I have to request your Majesty’s commands upon the + affairs of England. The Parliamentarians, commanded by the Earl of Essex, + have raised the siege of Gloucester. Prince Rupert has at Newbury fought a + disastrous battle, and of little profit to his Britannic Majesty. The + Parliament is prolonged. All the principal cities take part with it, + together with all the seaports and the Presbyterian population. King + Charles I implores assistance, which the Queen can no longer obtain from + Holland.” + </p> + <p> + “Troops must be sent to my brother of England,” said Louis; + but he wanted to look over the preceding papers, and casting his eyes over + the notes of the Cardinal, he found that under a former request of the + King of England he had written with his own hand: + </p> + <p> + “We must consider some time and wait. The Commons are strong. King + Charles reckons upon the Scots; they will sell him. + </p> + <p> + “We must be cautious. A warlike man has been over to see Vincennes, + and he has said that ‘princes ought never to be struck, except on + the head.’” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal had added “remarkable,” but he had erased this + word and substituted “formidable.” Again, beneath: + </p> + <p> + “This man rules Fairfax. He plays an inspired part. He will be a + great man—assistance refused—money lost.” + </p> + <p> + The King then said, “No, no! do nothing hastily. I shall wait.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Sire,” said Chavigny, “events pass rapidly. If the + courier be delayed, the King’s destruction may happen a year sooner.” + </p> + <p> + “Have they advanced so far?” asked Louis. + </p> + <p> + “In the camp of the Independents they preach up the republic with + the Bible in their hands. In that of the Royalists, they dispute for + precedency, and amuse themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “But one turn of good fortune may save everything?” + </p> + <p> + “The Stuarts are not fortunate, Sire,” answered Chavigny, + respectfully, but in a tone which left ample room for consideration. + </p> + <p> + “Leave me,” said the King, with some displeasure. + </p> + <p> + The State-Secretary slowly retired. + </p> + <p> + It was then that Louis XIII beheld himself as he really was, and was + terrified at the nothingness he found in himself. He at first stared at + the mass of papers which surrounded him, passing from one to the other, + finding dangers on every side, and finding them still greater with the + remedies he invented. He rose; and changing his place, he bent over, or + rather threw himself upon, a geographical map of Europe. There he found + all his fears concentrated. In the north, the south, the very centre of + the kingdom, revolutions appeared to him like so many Eumenides. In every + country he thought he saw a volcano ready to burst forth. He imagined he + heard cries of distress from kings, who appealed to him for help, and the + furious shouts of the populace. He fancied he felt the territory of France + trembling and crumbling beneath his feet. His feeble and fatigued sight + failed him. His weak head was attacked by vertigo, which threw all his + blood back upon his heart. + </p> + <p> + “Richelieu!” he cried, in a stifled voice, while he rang a + bell; “summon the Cardinal immediately.” + </p> + <p> + And he swooned in an armchair. + </p> + <p> + When the King opened his eyes, revived by salts and potent essences which + had been applied to his lips and temples, he for one instant beheld + himself surrounded by pages, who withdrew as soon as he opened his eyes, + and he was once more left alone with the Cardinal. The impassible minister + had had his chair placed by that of the King, as a physician would seat + himself by the bedside of his patient, and fixed his sparkling and + scrutinizing eyes upon the pale countenance of Louis. As soon as his + victim could hear him, he renewed his fearful discourse in a hollow voice: + </p> + <p> + “You have recalled me. What would you with me?” + </p> + <p> + Louis, who was reclining on the pillow, half opened his eyes, fixed them + upon Richelieu, and hastily closed them again. That bony head, armed with + two flaming eyes, and terminating in a pointed and grizzly beard, the cap + and vestments of the color of blood and flames,—all appeared to him + like an infernal spirit. + </p> + <p> + “You must reign,” he said, in a languid voice. + </p> + <p> + “But will you give me up Cinq-Mars and De Thou?” again urged + the implacable minister, bending forward to read in the dull eyes of the + Prince, as an avaricious heir follows up, even to the tomb, the last + glimpses of the will of a dying relative. + </p> + <p> + “You must reign,” repeated the King, turning away his head. + </p> + <p> + “Sign then,” said Richelieu; “the contents of this are, + ‘This is my command—to take them, dead or alive.’” + </p> + <p> + Louis, whose head still reclined on the raised back of the chair, suffered + his hand to fall upon the fatal paper, and signed it. “For pity’s + sake, leave me; I am dying!” he said. + </p> + <p> + “That is not yet all,” continued he whom men call the great + politician. “I place no reliance on you; I must first have some + guarantee and assurance. Sign this paper, and I will leave you: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “When the King shall go to visit the Cardinal, the guards of the + latter shall remain under arms; and when the Cardinal shall visit + the King, the guards of the Cardinal shall share the same post with + those of his Majesty. +</pre> + <p> + “Again: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “His Majesty undertakes to place the two princes, his sons, in the + Cardinal’s hands, as hostages of the good faith of his attachment.” + </pre> + <p> + “My children!” exclaimed Louis, raising his head, “dare + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Would you rather that I should retire?” said Richelieu. + </p> + <p> + The King again signed. + </p> + <p> + “Is all finished now?” he inquired, with a deep sigh. + </p> + <p> + All was not finished; one other grief was still in reserve for him. The + door was suddenly opened, and Cinq-Mars entered. It was the Cardinal who + trembled now. + </p> + <p> + “What would you here, sir?” said he, seizing the bell to ring + for assistance. + </p> + <p> + The master of the horse was as pale as the King, and without condescending + to answer Richelieu, he advanced steadily toward Louis XIII, who looked at + him with the air of a man who has just received a sentence of death. + </p> + <p> + “You would, Sire, find it difficult to have me arrested, for I have + twenty thousand men under my command,” said Henri d’Effiat, in + a sweet and subdued voice. + </p> + <p> + “Alas, Cinq-Mars!” replied the King, sadly; “is it thou + who hast been guilty of these crimes?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Sire; and I also bring you my sword, for no doubt you came + here to surrender me,” said he, unbuckling his sword, and laying it + at the feet of the King, who fixed his eyes upon the floor without making + any reply. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars smiled sadly, but not bitterly, for he no longer belonged to + this earth. Then, looking contemptuously at Richelieu, “I surrender + because I wish to die, but I am not conquered.” + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal clenched his fist with passion; but he restrained his fury. + “Who are your accomplices?” he demanded. Cinq-Mars looked + steadfastly at Louis, and half opened his lips to speak. The King bent + down his head, and felt at that moment a torture unknown to all other men. + </p> + <p> + “I have none,” said Cinq-Mars, pitying the King; and he slowly + left the apartment. He stopped in the first gallery. Fabert and all the + gentlemen rose on seeing him. He walked up to the commander, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Sir, order these gentlemen to arrest me!” + </p> + <p> + They looked at each other, without daring to approach him. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I am your prisoner; yes, gentlemen, I am without my + sword, and I repeat to you that I am the King’s prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not understand what I see,” said the General; “there + are two of you who surrender, and I have no instruction to arrest any one.” + </p> + <p> + “Two!” said Cinq-Mars; “the other is doubtless De Thou. + Alas! I recognize him by this devotion.” + </p> + <p> + “And had I not also guessed your intention?” exclaimed the + latter, coming forward, and throwing himself into his arms. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. THE PRISONERS + </h2> + <p> + Amoung those old chateaux of which France is every year deprived + regretfully, as of flowers from her, crown, there was one of a grim and + savage appearance upon the left bank of the Saline. It looked like a + formidable sentinel placed at one of the gates of Lyons, and derived its + name from an enormous rock, known as Pierre-Encise, which terminates in a + peak—a sort of natural pyramid, the summit of which overhanging the + river in former times, they say, joined the rocks which may still be seen + on the opposite bank, forming the natural arch of a bridge; but time, the + waters, and the hand of man have left nothing standing but the ancient + mass of granite which formed the pedestal of the now destroyed fortress. + </p> + <p> + The archbishops of Lyons, as the temporal lords of the city, had built and + formerly resided in this castle. It afterward became a fortress, and + during the reign of Louis XIII a State prison. One colossal tower, where + the daylight could only penetrate through three long loopholes, commanded + the edifice, and some irregular buildings surrounded it with their massive + walls, whose lines and angles followed the form of the immense and + perpendicular rock. + </p> + <p> + It was here that the Cardinal, jealous of his prey, determined to imprison + his young enemies, and to conduct them himself. + </p> + <p> + Allowing Louis to precede him to Paris, he removed his captives from + Narbonne, dragging them in his train to ornament his last triumph, and + embarking on the Rhone at Tarascon, nearly, at the mouth of the river, as + if to prolong the pleasure of revenge which men have dared to call that of + the gods, displayed to the eyes of the spectators on both sides of the + river the luxury of his hatred; he slowly proceeded on his course up the + river in barges with gilded oars and emblazoned with his armorial + bearings, reclining in the first and followed by his two victims in the + second, which was fastened to his own by a long chain. + </p> + <p> + Often in the evening, when the heat of the day was passed, the awnings of + the two boats were removed, and in the one Richelieu might be seen, pale, + and seated in the stern; in that which followed, the two young prisoners, + calm and collected, supported each other, watching the passage of the + rapid stream. Formerly the soldiers of Caesar, who encamped on the same + shores, would have thought they beheld the inflexible boatman of the + infernal regions conducting the friendly shades of Castor and Pollux. + Christians dared not even reflect, or see a priest leading his two enemies + to the scaffold; it was the first minister who passed. + </p> + <p> + Thus he went on his way until he left his victims under guard at the + identical city in which the late conspirators had doomed him to perish. + Thus he loved to defy Fate herself, and to plant a trophy on the very spot + which had been selected for his tomb. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “He was borne,” says an ancient manuscript journal of this year, + “along the river Rhone in a boat in which a wooden chamber had been + constructed, lined with crimson fluted velvet, the flooring of which + was of gold. The same boat contained an antechamber decorated in + the same manner. The prow and stern of the boat were occupied by + soldiers and guards, wearing scarlet coats embroidered with gold, + silver, and silk; and many lords of note. His Eminence occupied a + bed hung with purple taffetas. Monseigneur the Cardinal Bigni, and + Messeigneurs the Bishops of Nantes and Chartres, were there, with + many abbes and gentlemen in other boats. Preceding his vessel, a + boat sounded the passages, and another boat followed, filled with + arquebusiers and officers to command them. When they approached any + isle, they sent soldiers to inspect it, to discover whether it was + occupied by any suspicious persons; and, not meeting any, they + guarded the shore until two boats which followed had passed. They + were filled with the nobility and well-armed soldiers. + + “Afterward came the boat of his Eminence, to the stern of which was + attached a little boat, which conveyed MM. de Thou and Cinq-Mars, + guarded by an officer of the King’s guard and twelve guards from the + regiment of his Eminence. Three vessels, containing the clothes and + plate of his Eminence, with several gentlemen and soldiers, followed + the boats. + + “Two companies of light-horsemen followed the banks of the Rhone in + Dauphin, and as many on the Languedoc and Vivarais side, and a noble + regiment of foot, who preceded his Eminence in the towns which he + was to enter, or in which he was to sleep. It was pleasant to + listen to the trumpets, which, played in Dauphine, were answered by + those in Vivarais, and repeated by the echoes of our rocks. It + seemed as if all were trying which could play best.”—[See Notes.] +</pre> + <p> + In the middle of a night of the month of September, while everything + appeared to slumber in the impregnable tower which contained the + prisoners, the door of their outer chamber turned noiselessly on its + hinges, and a man appeared on the threshold, clad in a brown robe confined + round his waist by a cord. His feet were encased in sandals, and his hand + grasped a large bunch of keys; it was Joseph. He looked cautiously round + without advancing, and contemplated in silence the apartment occupied by + the master of the horse. Thick carpets covered the floor, and large and + splendid hangings concealed the walls of the prison; a bed hung with red + damask was prepared, but it was unoccupied. Seated near a high chimney in + a large armchair, attired in a long gray robe, similar in form to that of + a priest, his head bent down, and his eyes fixed upon a little cross of + gold by the flickering light of a lamp, he was absorbed in so deep a + meditation that the Capuchin had leisure to approach him closely, and + confront the prisoner before he perceived him. Suddenly, however, + Cinq-Mars raised his head and exclaimed, “Wretch, what do you here?” + </p> + <p> + “Young man, you are violent,” answered the mysterious + intruder, in a low voice. “Two months’ imprisonment ought to + have been enough to calm you. I come to tell you things of great + importance. Listen to me! I have thought much of you; and I do not hate + you so much as you imagine. The moments are precious. I will tell you all + in a few words: in two hours you will be interrogated, tried, and + condemned to death with your friend. It can not be otherwise, for all will + be finished the same day.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” answered Cinq-Mars; “and I am prepared.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I can still release you from this affair. I have + reflected deeply, as I told you; and I am here to make a proposal which + can but give you satisfaction. The Cardinal has but six months to live. + Let us not be mysterious; we must speak openly. You see where I have + brought you to serve him; and you can judge by that the point to which I + would conduct him to serve you. If you wish it, we can cut short the six + months of his life which still remain. The King loves you, and will recall + you with joy when he finds you still live. You may long live, and be + powerful and happy, if you will protect me, and make me cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + Astonishment deprived the young prisoner of speech. He could not + understand such language, and seemed to be unable to descend to it from + his higher meditations. All that he could say was: + </p> + <p> + “Your benefactor, Richelieu?” + </p> + <p> + The Capuchin smiled, and, drawing nearer, continued in an undertone: + </p> + <p> + “Policy admits of no benefits; it contains nothing but interest. A + man employed by a minister is no more bound to be grateful than a horse + whose rider prefers him to others. My pace has been convenient to him; so + much the better. Now it is my interest to throw him from the saddle. Yes, + this man loves none but himself. I now see that he has deceived me by + continually retarding my elevation; but once again, I possess the sure + means for your escape in silence. I am the master here. I will remove the + men in whom he trusts, and replace them by others whom he has condemned to + die, and who are near at hand confined in the northern tower—the + Tour des Oubliettes, which overhangs the river. His creatures will occupy + their places. I will recommend a physician—an empyric who is devoted + to me—to the illustrious Cardinal, who has been given over by the + most scientific in Paris. If you will unite with me, he shall convey to + him a universal and eternal remedy.” + </p> + <p> + “Away!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars. “Leave me, thou infernal + monk! No, thou art like no other man! Thou glidest with a noiseless and + furtive step through the darkness; thou traversest the walls to preside at + secret crimes; thou placest thyself between the hearts of lovers to + separate them eternally. Who art thou? Thou resemblest a tormented spirit + of the damned!” + </p> + <p> + “Romantic boy!” answered Joseph; “you would have + possessed high attainments had it not been for your false notions. There + is perhaps neither damnation nor soul. If the dead returned to complain of + their fate, I should have a thousand around me; and I have never seen any, + even in my dreams.” + </p> + <p> + “Monster!” muttered Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Words again!” said Joseph; “there is neither monster + nor virtuous man. You and De Thou, who pride yourselves on what you call + virtue—you have failed in causing the death of perhaps a hundred + thousand men—at once and in the broad daylight—for no end, + while Richelieu and I have caused the death of far fewer, one by one, and + by night, to found a great power. Would you remain pure and virtuous, you + must not interfere with other men; or, rather, it is more reasonable to + see that which is, and to say with me, it is possible that there is no + such thing as a soul. We are the sons of chance; but relative to other + men, we have passions which we must satisfy.” + </p> + <p> + “I breathe again!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars; “he believes not + in God!” + </p> + <p> + Joseph continued: + </p> + <p> + “Richelieu, you, and I were born ambitious; it followed, then, that + everything must be sacrificed to this idea.” + </p> + <p> + “Wretched man, do not compare me to thyself!” + </p> + <p> + “It is the plain truth, nevertheless,” replied the Capuchin’; + “only you now see that our system was better than yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Miserable wretch, it was for love—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no! it was not that; here are mere words again. You have + perhaps imagined it was so; but it was for your own advancement. I have + heard you speak to the young girl. You thought but of yourselves; you do + not love each other. She thought but of her rank, and you of your + ambition. One loves in order to hear one’s self called perfect, and + to be adored; it is still the same egoism.” + </p> + <p> + “Cruel serpent!” cried Cinq-Mars; “is it not enough that + thou hast caused our deaths? Why dost thou come here to cast thy venom + upon the life thou hast taken from us? What demon has suggested to thee + thy horrible analysis of hearts?” + </p> + <p> + “Hatred of everything which is superior to myself,” replied + Joseph, with a low and hollow laugh, “and the desire to crush those + I hate under my feet, have made me ambitious and ingenious in finding the + weakness of your dreams.” + </p> + <p> + “Just Heaven, dost thou hear him?” exclaimed Cinq-Mars, rising + and extending his arms upward. + </p> + <p> + The solitude of his prison; the pious conversations of his friend; and, + above all, the presence of death, which, like the light of an unknown + star, paints in other colors the objects we are accustomed to see; + meditations on eternity; and (shall we say it?) the great efforts he had + made to change his heartrending regrets into immortal hopes, and to direct + to God all that power of love which had led him astray upon earth-all this + combined had worked a strange revolution in him; and like those ears of + corn which ripen suddenly on receiving one ray from the sun, his soul had + acquired light, exalted by the mysterious influence of death. + </p> + <p> + “Just Heaven!” he repeated, “if this wretch and his + master are human, can I also be a man? Behold, O God, behold two distinct + ambitions—the one egoistical and bloody, the other devoted and + unstained; theirs roused by hatred, and ours inspired by love. Look down, + O Lord, judge, and pardon! Pardon, for we have greatly erred in walking + but for a single day in the same paths which, on earth, possess but one + name to whatever end it may tend!” + </p> + <p> + Joseph interrupted him harshly, stamping his foot on the ground: + </p> + <p> + “When you have finished your prayer,” said he, “you will + perhaps inform me whether you will assist me; and I will instantly—” + </p> + <p> + “Never, impure wretch, never!” said Henri d’Effiat. + “I will never unite with you in an assassination. I refused to do so + when powerful, and upon yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “You were wrong; you would have been master now.” + </p> + <p> + “And what happiness should I find in my power when shared as it must + be by a woman who does not understand me; who loved me feebly, and prefers + a crown?” + </p> + <p> + “Inconceivable folly!” said the Capuchin, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “All with her; nothing without her—that was my desire.” + </p> + <p> + “It is from obstinacy and vanity that you persist; it is impossible,” + replied Joseph. “It is not in nature.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou who wouldst deny the spirit of self-sacrifice,” answered + Cinq-Mars; “dost thou understand that of my friend?” + </p> + <p> + “It does not exist; he follows you because—” + </p> + <p> + Here the Capuchin, slightly embarrassed, reflected an instant. + </p> + <p> + “Because—because—he has formed you; you are his work; he + is attached to you by the self-love of an author. He was accustomed to + lecture you; and he felt that he should not find another pupil so docile + to listen to and applaud him. Constant habit has persuaded him that his + life was bound to yours; it is something of that kind. He will accompany + you mechanically. Besides, all is not yet finished; we shall see the end + and the examination. He will certainly deny all knowledge of the + conspiracy.” + </p> + <p> + “He will not deny it!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars, impetuously. + </p> + <p> + “He knew it, then? You confess it,” said Joseph, triumphantly; + “you have not said as much before.” + </p> + <p> + “O Heaven, what have I done!” gasped Cinq-Mars, hiding his + face. + </p> + <p> + “Calm yourself; he is saved, notwithstanding this avowal, if you + accept my offer.” + </p> + <p> + D’Effiat remained silent for a short time. + </p> + <p> + The Capuchin continued: + </p> + <p> + “Save your friend. The King’s favor awaits you, and perhaps + the love which has erred for a moment.” + </p> + <p> + “Man, or whatever else thou art, if thou hast in thee anything + resembling a heart,” answered the prisoner, “save him! He is + the purest of created beings; but convey him far away while yet he sleeps, + for should he awake, thy endeavors would be vain.” + </p> + <p> + “What good will that do me?” said the Capuchin, laughing. + “It is you and your favor that I want.” + </p> + <p> + The impetuous Cinq-Mars rose, and, seizing Joseph by the arm, eying him + with a terrible look, said: + </p> + <p> + “I degraded him in interceding with thee for him.” He + continued, raising the tapestry which separated his apartment from that of + his friend, “Come, and doubt, if thou canst, devotion and the + immortality of the soul. Compare the uneasiness and misery of thy triumph + with the calmness of our defeat, the meanness of thy reign with the + grandeur of our captivity, thy sanguinary vigils to the slumbers of the + just.” + </p> + <p> + A solitary lamp threw its light on De Thou. The young man was kneeling on + a cushion, surmounted by a large ebony crucifix. He seemed to have fallen + asleep while praying. His head, inclining backward, was still raised + toward the cross. His pale lips wore a calm and divine smile. + </p> + <p> + “Holy Father, how he sleeps!” exclaimed the astonished + Capuchin, thoughtlessly uniting to his frightful discourse the sacred name + he every day pronounced. He suddenly retired some paces, as if dazzled by + a heavenly vision. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, nonsense!” he said, shaking his head, and passing + his hand rapidly over his face. “All this is childishness. It would + overcome me if I reflected on it. These ideas may serve as opium to + produce a calm. But that is not the question; say yes or no.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Cinq-Mars, pushing him to the door by the shoulder. + “I will not accept life; and I do not regret having compromised De + Thou, for he would not have bought his life at the price of an + assassination. And when he yielded at Narbonne, it was not that he might + escape at Lyons.” + </p> + <p> + “Then wake him, for here come the judges,” said the furious + Capuchin, in a sharp, piercing voice. + </p> + <p> + Lighted by flambeaux, and preceded by a detachment of the Scotch guards, + fourteen judges entered, wrapped in long robes, and whose features were + not easily distinguished. They seated themselves in silence on the right + and left of the huge chamber. They were the judges delegated by the + Cardinal to judge this sad and solemn affair—all true men to the + Cardinal Richelieu, and in his confidence, who from Tarascon had chosen + and instructed them. He had the Chancellor Seguier brought to Lyons, to + avoid, as he stated in the instructions he sent by Chavigny to the King + Louis XIII—“to avoid all the delays which would take place if + he were not present. M. de Mayillac,” he adds, “was at Nantes + for the trial of Chulais, M. de Chateau-Neuf at Toulouse, superintending + the death of M. de Montmorency, and M. de Bellievre at Paris, conducting + the trial of M. de Biron. The authority and intelligence of these + gentlemen in forms of justice are indispensable.” + </p> + <p> + The Chancellor arrived with all speed. But at this moment he was informed + that he was not to appear, for fear that he might be influenced by the + memory of his ancient friendship for the prisoner, whom he only saw + tete-a-tete. The commissioners and himself had previously and rapidly + received the cowardly depositions of the Duc d’Orleans, at + Villefranche, in Beaujolais, and then at Vivey,—[House which + belonged to an Abbe d’Esnay, brother of M. de Villeroy, called + Montresor.] two miles from Lyons, where this wretched prince had received + orders to go, begging forgiveness, and trembling, although surrounded by + his followers, whom from very pity he had been allowed to retain, + carefully watched, however, by the French and Swiss guards. The Cardinal + had dictated to him his part and answers word for word; and in + consideration of this docility, they had exempted him in form from the + painful task of confronting MM. de Cinq-Mars and De Thou. The chancellor + and commissioners had also prepared M. de Bouillon, and, strong with their + preliminary work, they visited in all their strength the two young + criminals whom they had determined not to save. + </p> + <p> + History has only handed down to us the names of the State counsellors who + accompanied Pierre Seguier, but not those of the other commissioners, of + whom it is only mentioned that there were six from the parliament of + Grenoble, and two presidents. The counsellor, or reporter of the State, + Laubardemont, who had directed them in all, was at their head. Joseph + often whispered to them with the most studied politeness, glancing at + Laubardemont with a ferocious sneer. + </p> + <p> + It was arranged that an armchair should serve as a bar; and all were + silent in expectation of the prisoner’s answer. + </p> + <p> + He spoke in a soft and clear voice: + </p> + <p> + “Say to Monsieur le Chancelier that I have the right of appeal to + the parliament of Paris, and to object to my judges, because two of them + are my declared enemies, and at their head one of my friends, Monsieur de + Seguier himself, whom I maintained in his charge. + </p> + <p> + “But I will spare you much trouble, gentlemen, by pleading guilty to + the whole charge of conspiracy, arranged and conducted by myself alone. It + is my wish to die. I have nothing to add for myself; but if you would be + just, you will not harm the life of him whom the King has pronounced to be + the most honest man in France, and who dies for my sake alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Summon him,” said Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + Two guards entered the apartment of De Thou, and led him forth. He + advanced, and bowed gravely, while an angelical smile played upon his + lips. Embracing Cinq-Mars, “Here at last is our day of glory,” + said he. “We are about to gain heaven and eternal happiness.” + </p> + <p> + “We understand,” said Laubardemont, “we have been given + to understand by Monsieur de Cinq-Mars himself, that you were acquainted + with this conspiracy?” + </p> + <p> + De Thou answered instantly, and without hesitation. A half-smile was still + on his lips, and his eyes cast down. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen, I have passed my life in studying human laws, and I know + that the testimony of one accused person can not condemn another. I can + also repeat what I said before, that I should not have been believed had I + denounced the King’s brother without proof. You perceive, then, that + my life and death entirely rest with myself. I have, however, well weighed + the one and the other. I have clearly foreseen that whatever life I may + hereafter lead, it could not but be most unhappy after the loss of + Monsieur de Cinq-Mars. I therefore acknowledge and confess that I was + aware of his conspiracy. I did my utmost to prevent it, to deter him from + it. He believed me to be his only and faithful friend, and I would not + betray him. Therefore, I condemn myself by the very laws which were set + forth by my father, who, I hope, forgives me.” + </p> + <p> + At these words, the two friends precipitated themselves into each other’s + arms. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “My friend, my friend, how bitterly I regret that I have caused your + death! Twice I have betrayed you; but you shall know in what manner.” + </p> + <p> + But De Thou, embracing and consoling his friend, answered, raising his + eyes from the ground: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, happy are we to end our days in this manner! Humanly speaking, + I might complain of you; but God knows how much I love you. What have we + done to merit the grace of martyrdom, and the happiness of dying together?” + </p> + <p> + The judges were not prepared for this mildness, and looked at each other + with surprise. + </p> + <p> + “If they would only give me a good partisan,” muttered a + hoarse voice (it was Grandchamp, who had crept into the room, and whose + eyes were red with fury), “I would soon rid Monseigneur of all these + black-looking fellows.” Two men with halberds immediately placed + themselves silently at his side. He said no more, and to compose himself + retired to a window which overlooked the river, whose tranquil waters the + sun had not yet lighted with its beams, and appeared to pay no attention + to what was passing in the room. + </p> + <p> + However, Laubardemont, fearing that the judges might be touched with + compassion, said in a loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “In pursuance of the order of Monseigneur the Cardinal, these two + men will be put to the rack; that is to say, to the ordinary and + extraordinary question.” + </p> + <p> + Indignation forced Cinq-Mars again to assume his natural character; + crossing his arms, he made two steps toward Laubardemont and Joseph, which + alarmed them. The former involuntarily placed his hand to his forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Are we at Loudun?” exclaimed the prisoner; but De Thou, + advancing, took his hand and held it. Cinq-Mars was silent, then continued + in a calm voice, looking steadfastly at the judges: + </p> + <p> + “Messieurs, this measure appears to me rather harsh; a man of my age + and rank ought not to be subjected to these formalities. I have confessed + all, and I will confess it all again. I willingly and gladly accept death; + it is not from souls like ours that secrets can be wrung by bodily + suffering. We are prisoners by our own free will, and at the time chosen + by us. We have confessed enough for you to condemn us to death; you shall + know nothing more. We have obtained what we wanted.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing, my friend?” interrupted De Thou. “He + is mistaken, gentlemen, we do not refuse this martyrdom which God offers + us; we demand it.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” said Cinq-Mars, “do you need such infamous + tortures to obtain salvation—you who are already a martyr, a + voluntary martyr to friendship? Gentlemen, it is I alone who possess + important secrets; it is the chief of a conspiracy who knows all. Put me + alone to the torture if we must be treated like the worst of malefactors.” + </p> + <p> + “For the sake of charity,” added De Thou, “deprive me + not of equal suffering with my friend; I have not followed him so far, to + abandon him at this dreadful moment, and not to use every effort to + accompany him to heaven.” + </p> + <p> + During this debate, another was going forward between Laubardemont and + Joseph. The latter, fearing that torments would induce him to disclose the + secret of his recent proposition, advised that they should not be resorted + to; the other, not thinking his triumph complete by death alone, + absolutely insisted on their being applied. The judges surrounded and + listened to these secret agents of the Prime-Minister; however, many + circumstances having caused them to suspect that the influence of the + Capuchin was more powerful than that of the judge, they took part with + him, and decided for mercy, when he finished by these words uttered in a + low voice: + </p> + <p> + “I know their secrets. There is no necessity to force them from + their lips, because they are useless, and relate to too high + circumstances. Monsieur le Grand has no one to denounce but the King, and + the other the Queen. It is better that we should remain ignorant. Besides, + they will not confess. I know them; they will be silent—the one from + pride, the other through piety. Let them alone. The torture will wound + them; they will be disfigured and unable to walk. That will spoil the + whole ceremony; they must be kept to appear.” + </p> + <p> + This last observation prevailed. The judges retired to deliberate with the + chancellor. While departing, Joseph whispered to Laubardemont: + </p> + <p> + “I have provided you with enough pleasure here; you will still have + that of deliberating, and then you shall go and examine three men who are + confined in the northern tower.” + </p> + <p> + These were the three judges who had condemned Urbain Grandier. + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he laughed heartily, and was the last to leave the room, + pushing the astonished master of requests before him. + </p> + <p> + The sombre tribunal had scarcely disappeared when Grandchamp, relieved + from his two guards, hastened toward his master, and, seizing his hand, + said: + </p> + <p> + “In the name of Heaven, come to the terrace, Monseigneur! I have + something to show you; in the name of your mother, come!” + </p> + <p> + But at that moment the chamber door was opened, and the old Abbe Quillet + appeared. + </p> + <p> + “My children! my dear children!” exclaimed the old man, + weeping bitterly. “Alas! why was I only permitted to enter to-day? + Dear Henri, your mother, your brother, your sister, are concealed here.” + </p> + <p> + “Be quiet, Monsieur l’Abbe!” said Grandchamp; “do + come to the terrace, Monseigneur.” + </p> + <p> + But the old priest still detained and embraced his pupil. + </p> + <p> + “We hope,” said he; “we hope for mercy.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall refuse it,” said Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “We hope for nothing but the mercy of God,” added De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “Silence!” said Grandchamp, “the judges are returning.” + </p> + <p> + And the door opened again to admit the dismal procession, from which + Joseph and Laubardemont were missing. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen,” exclaimed the good Abbe, addressing the + commissioners, “I am happy to tell you that I have just arrived from + Paris, and that no one doubts but that all the conspirators will be + pardoned. I have had an interview at her Majesty’s apartments with + Monsieur himself; and as to the Duc de Bouillon, his examination is not + unfav—” + </p> + <p> + “Silence!” cried M. de Seyton, the lieutenant of the Scotch + guards; and the commissioners entered and again arranged themselves in the + apartment. + </p> + <p> + M. de Thou, hearing them summon the criminal recorder of the presidial of + Lyons to pronounce the sentence, involuntarily launched out in one of + those transports of religious joy which are never displayed but by the + martyrs and saints at the approach of death; and, advancing toward this + man, he exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Quam speciosi pedes evangelizantium pacem, evangelizantium bona!” + </p> + <p> + Then, taking the hand of Cinq-Mars, he knelt down bareheaded to receive + the sentence, as was the custom. D’Effiat remained standing; and + they dared not compel him to kneel. The sentence was pronounced in these + words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Attorney-General, prosecutor on the part of the State, on a + charge of high treason; and Messire Henri d’Effiat de Cinq-Mars, + master of the horse, aged twenty-two, and Francois Auguste de Thou, + aged thirty-five, of the King’s privy council, prisoners in the + chateau of Pierre-Encise, at Lyons, accused and defendants on the + other part: + + “Considered, the special trial commenced by the aforesaid attorney- + general against the said D’Efiiat and De Thou; informations, + interrogations, confessions, denegations, and confrontations, and + authenticated copies of the treaty with Spain, it is considered in + the delegated chamber: + + “That he who conspires against the person of the ministers of + princes is considered by the ancient laws and constitutions of the + emperors to be guilty of high treason; (2) that the third ordinance + of the King Louis XI renders any one liable to the punishment of + death who does not reveal a conspiracy against the State. + + “The commissioners deputed by his Majesty have declared the said + D’Effiat and De Thou guilty and convicted of the crime of high + treason: + + “The said D’Effiat, for the conspiracies and enterprises, league, + and treaties, formed by him with the foreigner against the State; + + “And the said De Thou, for having a thorough knowledge of this + conspiracy. + + “In reparation of which crimes they have deprived them of all honors + and dignities, and condemned them to be deprived of their heads on a + scaffold, which is for this purpose erected in the Place des + Terreaux, in this city. + + “It is further declared that all and each of their possessions, real + and personal, be confiscated to the King, and that those which they + hold from the crown do pass immediately to it again of the aforesaid + goods, sixty thousand livres being devoted to pious uses.” + </pre> + <p> + After the sentence was pronounced, M. de Thou exclaimed in a loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “God be blessed! God be praised!” + </p> + <p> + “I have never feared death,” said Cinq-Mars, coldly. + </p> + <p> + Then, according to the forms prescribed, M. Seyton, the lieutenant of the + Scotch guards, an old man upward of sixty years of age, declared with + emotion that he placed the prisoners in the hands of the Sieur Thome, + provost of the merchants of Lyons; he then took leave of them, followed by + the whole of the body-guard, silently, and in tears. + </p> + <p> + “Weep not,” said Cinq-Mars; “tears are useless. Rather + pray for us; and be assured that I do not fear death.” + </p> + <p> + He shook them by the hand, and De Thou embraced them; after which they + left the apartment, their eyes filled with tears, and hiding their faces + in their cloaks. + </p> + <p> + “Barbarians!” exclaimed the Abbe Quillet; “to find arms + against them, one must search the whole arsenal of tyrants. Why did they + admit me at this moment?” + </p> + <p> + “As a confessor, Monsieur,” whispered one of the + commissioners; “for no stranger has entered this place these two + months.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as the huge gates of the prison were closed, and the outside + gratings lowered, “To the terrace, in the name of Heaven!” + again exclaimed Grandchamp. And he drew his master and De Thou thither. + </p> + <p> + The old preceptor followed them, weeping. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want with us in a moment like this?” said + Cinq-Mars, with indulgent gravity. + </p> + <p> + “Look at the chains of the town,” said the faithful servant. + </p> + <p> + The rising sun had hardly tinged the sky. In the horizon a line of vivid + yellow was visible, upon which the mountain’s rough blue outlines + were boldly traced; the waves of the Saline, and the chains of the town + hanging from one bank to the other, were still veiled by a light vapor, + which also rose from Lyons and concealed the roofs of the houses from the + eye of the spectator. The first tints of the morning light had as yet + colored only the most elevated points of the magnificent landscape. In the + city the steeples of the Hotel de Ville and St. Nizier, and on the + surrounding hills the monasteries of the Carmelites and Ste.-Marie, and + the entire fortress of Pierre-Encise were gilded with the fires of the + coming day. The joyful peals from the churches were heard, the peaceful + matins from the convent and village bells. The walls of the prison were + alone silent. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Cinq-Mars, “what are we to see the beauty + of the plains, the richness of the city, or the calm peacefulness of these + villages? Ah, my friend, in every place there are to be found passions and + griefs, like those which have brought us here.” + </p> + <p> + The old Abbe and Grandchamp leaned over the parapet, watching the bank of + the river. + </p> + <p> + “The fog is so thick, we can see nothing yet,” said the Abbe. + </p> + <p> + “How slowly our last sun appears!” said De Thou. + </p> + <p> + “Do you not see low down there, at the foot of the rocks, on the + opposite bank, a small white house, between the Halincourt gate and the + Boulevard Saint Jean?” asked the Abbe. + </p> + <p> + “I see nothing,” answered Cinq-Mars, “but a mass of + dreary wall.” + </p> + <p> + “Hark!” said the Abbe; “some one speaks near us!” + </p> + <p> + In fact, a confused, low, and inexplicable murmur was heard in a little + turret, the back of which rested upon the platform of the terrace. As it + was scarcely larger than a pigeon-house, the prisoners had not until now + observed it. + </p> + <p> + “Are they already coming to fetch us?” said Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + “Bah! bah!” answered Grandchamp, “do not make yourself + uneasy; it is the Tour des Oubliettes. I have prowled round the fort for + two months, and I have seen men fall from there into the water at least + once a week. Let us think of our affair. I see a light down there.” + </p> + <p> + An invincible curiosity, however, led the two prisoners to look at the + turret, in spite of the horror of their own situation. It advanced to the + extremity of the rock, over a gulf of foaming green water of great depth. + A wheel of a mill long deserted was seen turning with great rapidity. + Three distinct sounds were now heard, like those of a drawbridge suddenly + lowered and raised to its former position by a recoil or spring striking + against the stone walls; and three times a black substance was seen to + fall into the water with a splash. + </p> + <p> + “Mercy! can these be men?” exclaimed the Abbe, crossing + himself. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I saw brown robes turning in the air,” said + Grandchamp; “they are the Cardinal’s friends.” + </p> + <p> + A horrible cry was heard from the tower, accompanied by an impious oath. + The heavy trap groaned for the fourth time. The green water received with + a loud noise a burden which cracked the enormous wheel of the mill; one of + its large spokes was torn away, and a man entangled in its beams appeared + above the foam, which he colored with his blood. He rose twice, and sank + beneath the waters, shrieking violently; it was Laubardemont. + </p> + <p> + Cinq-Mars drew back in horror. + </p> + <p> + “There is a Providence,” said Grandchamp; “Urbain + Grandier summoned him in three years. But come, come! the time is + precious! Do not remain motionless. Be it he, I am not surprised, for + those wretches devour each other. But let us endeavor to deprive them of + their choicest morsel. Vive Dieu! I see the signal! We are saved! All is + ready; run to this side, Monsieur l’Abbe! See the white handkerchief + at the window! our friends are prepared.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbe seized the hands of both his friends, and drew them to that side + of the terrace toward which they had at first looked. “Listen to me, + both of you,” said he. “You must know that none of the + conspirators has profited by the retreat you secured for them. They have + all hastened to Lyons, disguised, and in great number; they have + distributed sufficient gold in the city to secure them from being + betrayed; they are resolved to make an attempt to deliver you. The time + chosen is that when they are conducting you to the scaffold; the signal is + your hat, which you will place on your head when they are to commence.” + </p> + <p> + The worthy Abbe, half weeping, half smiling hopefully, related that upon + the arrest of his pupil he had hastened to Paris; that such secrecy + enveloped all the Cardinal’s actions that none there knew the place + in which the master of the horse was detained. Many said that he was + banished; and when the reconciliation between Monsieur and the Duc de + Bouillon and the King was known, men no longer doubted that the life of + the other was assured, and ceased to speak of this affair, which, not + having been executed, compromised few persons. They had even in some + measure rejoiced in Paris to see the town of Sedan and its territory added + to the kingdom in exchange for the letters of abolition granted to the + Duke, acknowledged innocent in common with Monsieur; so that the result of + all the arrangements had been to excite admiration of the Cardinal’s + ability, and of his clemency toward the conspirators, who, it was said, + had contemplated his death. They even spread the report that he had + facilitated the escape of Cinq-Mars and De Thou, occupying himself + generously with their retreat to a foreign land, after having bravely + caused them to be arrested in the midst of the camp of Perpignan. + </p> + <p> + At this part of the narrative, Cinq-Mars could not avoid forgetting his + resignation, and clasping his friend’s hand, “Arrested!” + he exclaimed. “Must we renounce even the honor of having voluntarily + surrendered ourselves? Must we sacrifice all, even the opinion of + posterity?” + </p> + <p> + “There is vanity again,” replied De Thou, placing his fingers + on his lips. “But hush! let us hear the Abbe to the end.” + </p> + <p> + The tutor, not doubting that the calmness which these two young men + exhibited arose from the joy they felt in finding their escape assured, + and seeing that the sun had hardly yet dispersed the morning mists, + yielded himself without restraint to the involuntary pleasure which old + men always feel in recounting new events, even though they afflict the + hearers. He related all his fruitless endeavors to discover his pupil’s + retreat, unknown to the court and the town, where none, indeed, dared to + pronounce the name of Cinq-Mars in the most secret asylums. He had only + heard of the imprisonment at Pierre-Encise from the Queen herself, who had + deigned to send for him, and charge him to inform the Marechale d’Effiat + and all the conspirators that they might make a desperate effort to + deliver their young chief. Anne of Austria had even ventured to send many + of the gentlemen of Auvergne and Touraine to Lyons to assist in their last + attempt. + </p> + <p> + “The good Queen!” said he; “she wept greatly when I saw + her, and said that she would give all she possessed to save you. She + reproached herself deeply for some letter, I know not what. She spoke of + the welfare of France, but did not explain herself. She said that she + admired you, and conjured you to save yourself, if it were only through + pity for her, whom you would otherwise consign to everlasting remorse.” + </p> + <p> + “Said she nothing else?” interrupted De Thou, supporting + Cinq-Mars, who grew visibly paler. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more,” said the old man. + </p> + <p> + “And no one else spoke of me?” inquired the master of the + horse. + </p> + <p> + “No one,” said the Abbe. + </p> + <p> + “If she had but written to me!” murmured Henri. + </p> + <p> + “Remember, my father, that you were sent here as a confessor,” + said De Thou. + </p> + <p> + Here old Grandchamp, who had been kneeling before Cinq-Mars, and dragging + him by his clothes to the other side of the terrace, exclaimed in a broken + voice: + </p> + <p> + “Monseigneur—my master—my good master—do you see + them? Look there—‘tis they! ‘tis they—all of them!” + </p> + <p> + “Who, my old friend?” asked his master. + </p> + <p> + “Who? Great Heaven! look at that window! Do you not recognize them? + Your mother, your sisters, and your brother.” + </p> + <p> + And the day, now fairly broken, showed him in the distance several women + waving their handkerchiefs; and there, dressed all in black, stretching + out her arms toward the prison, sustained by those about her, Cinq-Mars + recognized his mother, with his family, and his strength failed him for a + moment. He leaned his head upon his friend’s breast and wept. + </p> + <p> + “How many times must I, then, die?” he murmured; then, with a + gesture, returning from the top of the tower the salutations of his + family, “Let us descend quickly, my father!” he said to the + old Abbe. “You will tell me at the tribunal of penitence, and before + God, whether the remainder of my life is worth my shedding more blood to + preserve it.” + </p> + <p> + It was there that Cinq-Mars confessed to God what he alone and Marie de + Mantua knew of their secret and unfortunate love. “He gave to his + confessor,” says Father Daniel, “a portrait of a noble lady, + set in diamonds, which were to be sold, and the money employed in pious + works.” + </p> + <p> + M. de Thou, after having confessed, wrote a letter;—[See the copy of + this letter to Madame la Princesse de Guemenee, in the notes at the end of + the volume.]—after which (according to the account given by his + confessor) he said, “This is the last thought I will bestow upon + this world; let us depart for heaven!” and walking up and down the + room with long strides, he recited aloud the psalm, ‘Miserere mei, + Deus’, with an incredible ardor of spirit, his whole frame trembling + so violently it seemed as if he did not touch the earth, and that the soul + was about to make its exit from his body. The guards were mute at this + spectacle, which made them all shudder with respect and horror. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, all was calm in the city of Lyons, when to the great + astonishment of its inhabitants, they beheld the entrance through all its + gates of troops of infantry and cavalry, which they knew were encamped at + a great distance. The French and the Swiss guards, the regiment of + Pompadours, the men-at-arms of Maurevert, and the carabineers of La Roque, + all defiled in silence. The cavalry, with their muskets on the pommel of + the saddle, silently drew up round the chateau of Pierre-Encise; the + infantry formed a line upon the banks of the Saone from the gate of the + fortress to the Place des Terreaux. It was the usual spot for execution. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Four companies of the bourgeois of Lyons, called ‘pennonage’, of + which about eleven or twelve hundred men, were ranged [says the + journal of Montresor] in the midst of the Place des Terreaux, so as + to enclose a space of about eighty paces each way, into which they + admitted no one but those who were absolutely necessary. + + “In the centre of this space was raised a scaffold about seven feet + high and nine feet square, in the midst of which, somewhat forward, + was placed a stake three feet in height, in front of which was a + block half a foot high, so that the principal face of the scaffold + looked toward the shambles of the Terreaux, by the side of the + Saone. Against the scaffold was placed a short ladder of eight + rounds, in the direction of the Dames de St. Pierre.” + </pre> + <p> + Nothing had transpired in the town as to the name of the prisoners. The + inaccessible walls of the fortress let none enter or leave but at night, + and the deep dungeons had sometimes confined father and son for years + together, four feet apart from each other, without their even being aware + of the vicinity. The surprise was extreme at these striking preparations, + and the crowd collected, not knowing whether for a fete or for an + execution. + </p> + <p> + This same secrecy which the agents of the minister had strictly preserved + was also carefully adhered to by the conspirators, for their heads + depended on it. + </p> + <p> + Montresor, Fontrailles, the Baron de Beauvau, Olivier d’Entraigues, + Gondi, the Comte du Lude, and the Advocate Fournier, disguised as + soldiers, workmen, and morris-dancers, armed with poniards under their + clothes, had dispersed amid the crowd more than five hundred gentlemen and + domestics, disguised like themselves. Horses were ready on the road to + Italy, and boats upon the Rhone had been previously engaged. The young + Marquis d’Effiat, elder brother of Cinq-Mars, dressed as a + Carthusian, traversed the crowd, without ceasing, between the Place des + Terreaux and the little house in which his mother and sister were + concealed with the Presidente de Pontac, the sister of the unfortunate De + Thou. He reassured them, gave them from time to time a ray of hope, and + returned to the conspirators to satisfy himself that each was prepared for + action. + </p> + <p> + Each soldier forming the line had at his side a man ready to poniard him. + </p> + <p> + The vast crowd, heaped together behind the line of guards, pushed them + forward, passed their lines, and made them lose ground. Ambrosio, the + Spanish servant whom Cinq-Mars had saved, had taken charge of the captain + of the pikemen, and, disguised as a Catalonian musician, had commenced a + dispute with him, pretending to be determined not to cease playing the + hurdy-gurdy. + </p> + <p> + Every one was at his post. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe de Gondi, Olivier d’Entraigues, and the Marquis d’Effiat + were in the midst of a group of fish-women and oyster-wenches, who were + disputing and bawling, abusing one of their number younger and more timid + than her masculine companions. The brother of Cinq-Mars approached to + listen to their quarrel. + </p> + <p> + “And why,” said she to the others, “would you have Jean + le Roux, who is an honest man, cut off the heads of two Christians, + because he is a butcher by trade? So long as I am his wife, I’ll not + allow it. I’d rather—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you are wrong!” replied her companions. “What is’t + to thee whether the meat he cuts is eaten or not eaten? Why, thou’lt + have a hundred crowns to dress thy three children all in new clothes. Thou’rt + lucky to be the wife of a butcher. Profit, then, ‘ma mignonne’, + by what God sends thee by the favor of his Eminence.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me alone!” answered the first speaker. “I’ll + not accept it. I’ve seen these fine young gentlemen at the windows. + They look as mild as lambs.” + </p> + <p> + “Well! and are not thy lambs and calves killed?” said Femme le + Bon. “What fortune falls to this little woman! What a pity! + especially when it is from the reverend Capuchin!” + </p> + <p> + “How horrible is the gayety of the people!” said Olivier d’Entraigues, + unguardedly. All the women heard him, and began to murmur against him. + </p> + <p> + “Of the people!” said they; “and whence comes this + little bricklayer with his plastered clothes?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” interrupted another, “dost not see that ‘tis + some gentleman in disguise? Look at his white hands! He never worked a + square; ‘tis some little dandy conspirator. I’ve a great mind + to go and fetch the captain of the watch to arrest him.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbe de Gondi felt all the danger of this situation, and throwing + himself with an air of anger upon Olivier, and assuming the manners of a + joiner, whose costume and apron he had adopted, he exclaimed, seizing him + by the collar: + </p> + <p> + “You’re just right. ‘Tis a little rascal that never + works! These two years that my father’s apprenticed him, he has done + nothing but comb his hair to please the girls. Come, get home with you!” + </p> + <p> + And, striking him with his rule, he drove him through the crowd, and + returned to place himself on another part of the line. After having well + reprimanded the thoughtless page, he asked him for the letter which he + said he had to give to M. de Cinq-Mars when he should have escaped. + Olivier had carried it in his pocket for two months. He gave it him. + “It is from one prisoner to another,” said he, “for the + Chevalier de jars, on leaving the Bastille, sent it me from one of his + companions in captivity.” + </p> + <p> + “Ma foi!” said Gondi, “there may be some important + secret in it for our friends. I’ll open it. You ought to have + thought of it before. Ah, bah! it is from old Bassompierre. Let us read + it. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MY DEAR CHILD: I learn from the depths of the Bastille, where I + still remain, that you are conspiring against the tyrant Richelieu, + who does not cease to humiliate our good old nobility and the + parliaments, and to sap the foundations of the edifice upon which + the State reposes. I hear that the nobles are taxed and condemned + by petty judges, contrary to the privileges of their condition, + forced to the arriere-ban, despite the ancient customs.” + </pre> + <p> + “Ah! the old dotard!” interrupted the page, laughing + immoderately. + </p> + <p> + “Not so foolish as you imagine, only he is a little behindhand for + our affair.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “I can not but approve this generous project, and I pray you give me + to wot all your proceedings—” + </pre> + <p> + “Ah! the old language of the last reign!” said Olivier. + “He can’t say ‘Make me acquainted with your proceedings,’ + as we now say.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me read, for Heaven’s sake!” said the Abbe; “a + hundred years hence they’ll laugh at our phrases.” He + continued: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “I can counsel you, notwithstanding my great age, in relating to you + what happened to me in 1560.” + </pre> + <p> + “Ah, faith! I’ve not time to waste in reading it all. Let us + see the end. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “When I remember my dining at the house of Madame la Marechale + d’Effiat, your mother, and ask myself what has become of all the + guests, I am really afflicted. My poor Puy-Laurens has died at + Vincennes, of grief at being forgotten by Monsieur in his prison; + De Launay killed in a duel, and I am grieved at it, for although I + was little satisfied with my arrest, he did it with courtesy, and I + have always thought him a gentleman. As for me, I am under lock and + key until the death of M. le Cardinal. Ah, my child! we were + thirteen at table. We must not laugh at old superstitions. Thank + God that you are the only one to whom evil has not arrived!” + </pre> + <p> + “There again!” said Olivier, laughing heartily; and this time + the Abbe de Gondi could not maintain his gravity, despite all his efforts. + </p> + <p> + They tore the useless letter to pieces, that it might not prolong the + detention of the old marechal, should it be found, and drew near the Place + des Terreaux and the line of guards, whom they were to attack when the + signal of the hat should be given by the young prisoner. + </p> + <p> + They beheld with satisfaction all their friends at their posts, and ready + “to play with their knives,” to use their own expression. The + people, pressing around them, favored them without being aware of it. + There came near the Abbe a troop of young ladies dressed in white and + veiled. They were going to church to communicate; and the nuns who + conducted them, thinking, like most of the people, that the preparations + were intended to do honor to some great personage, allowed them to mount + upon some large hewn stones, collected behind the soldiers. There they + grouped themselves with the grace natural to their age, like twenty + beautiful statues upon a single pedestal. One would have taken them for + those vestals whom antiquity invited to the sanguinary shows of the + gladiators. They whispered to each other, looking around them, laughing + and blushing together like children. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe de Gondi saw with impatience that Olivier was again forgetting + his character of conspirator and his costume of a bricklayer in ogling + these girls, and assuming a mien too elegant, an attitude too refined, for + the position in life he was supposed to occupy. He already began to + approach them, turning his hair with his fingers, when Fontrailles and + Montresor fortunately arrived in the dress of Swiss soldiers. A group of + gentlemen, disguised as sailors, followed them with iron-shod staves in + their hands. There was a paleness on their faces which announced no good. + </p> + <p> + “Stop here!” said one of them to his suite; “this is the + place.” + </p> + <p> + The sombre air and the silence of these spectators contrasted with the gay + and anxious looks of the girls, and their childish exclamations. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, the fine procession!” they cried; “there are at + least five hundred men with cuirasses and red uniforms, upon fine horses. + They’ve got yellow feathers in their large hats.” + </p> + <p> + “They are strangers—Catalonians,” said a French guard. + </p> + <p> + “Whom are they conducting here? Ah, here is a fine gilt coach! but + there’s no one in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I see three men on foot; where are they going?” + </p> + <p> + “To death!” said Fontrailles, in a deep, stern voice which + silenced all around. Nothing was heard but the slow tramp of the horses, + which suddenly stopped, from one of those delays that happen in all + processions. They then beheld a painful and singular spectacle. An old man + with a tonsured head walked with difficulty, sobbing violently, supported + by two young men of interesting and engaging appearance, who held one of + each other’s hands behind his bent shoulders, while with the other + each held one of his arms. The one on the left was dressed in black; he + was grave, and his eyes were cast down. The other, much younger, was + attired in a striking dress. A pourpoint of Holland cloth, adorned with + broad gold lace, and with large embroidered sleeves, covered him from the + neck to the waist, somewhat in the fashion of a woman’s corset; the + rest of his vestments were in black velvet, embroidered with silver palms. + Gray boots with red heels, to which were attached golden spurs; a scarlet + cloak with gold buttons—all set off to advantage his elegant and + graceful figure. He bowed right and left with a melancholy smile. + </p> + <p> + An old servant, with white moustache, and beard, followed with his head + bent down, leading two chargers, richly comparisoned. The young ladies + were silent; but they could not restrain their sobs. + </p> + <p> + “It is, then, that poor old man whom they are leading to the + scaffold,” they exclaimed; “and his children are supporting + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon your knees, ladies,” said a man, “and pray for + him!” + </p> + <p> + “On your knees,” cried Gondi, “and let us pray that God + will deliver him!” + </p> + <p> + All the conspirators repeated, “On your knees! on your knees!” + and set the example to the people, who imitated them in silence. + </p> + <p> + “We can see his movements better now,” said Gondi, in a + whisper to Montresor. “Stand up; what is he doing?” + </p> + <p> + “He has stopped, and is speaking on our side, saluting us; I think + he has recognized us.” + </p> + <p> + Every house, window, wall, roof, and raised platform that looked upon the + place was filled with persons of every age and condition. + </p> + <p> + The most profound silence prevailed throughout the immense multitude. One + might have heard the wings of a gnat, the breath of the slightest wind, + the passage of the grains of dust which it raised; yet the air was calm, + the sun brilliant, the sky blue. The people listened attentively. They + were close to the Place des Terreaux; they heard the blows of the hammer + upon the planks, then the voice of Cinq-Mars. + </p> + <p> + A young Carthusian thrust his pale face between two guards. All the + conspirators rose above the kneeling people. Every one put his hand to his + belt or in his bosom, approaching close to the soldier whom he was to + poniard. + </p> + <p> + “What is he doing?” asked the Carthusian. “Has he his + hat upon his head?” + </p> + <p> + “He throws his hat upon the ground far from him,” calmly + answered the arquebusier. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. THE FETE + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Mon Dieu! quest-ce que ce monde!” + + Dernieres paroles de M. Cinq-Mars +</pre> + <p> + The same day that the melancholy procession took place at Lyons, and + during the scenes we have just witnessed, a magnificent fete was given at + Paris with all the luxury and bad taste of the time. The powerful Cardinal + had determined to fill the first two towns in France with his pomp. The + Cardinal’s return was the occasion on which this fete was announced, + as given to the King and all his court. + </p> + <p> + Master of the French empire by force, the Cardinal desired to be master of + French opinion by seduction; and, weary of dominating, hoped to please. + The tragedy of “Mirame” was to be represented in a hall + constructed expressly for this great day, which raised the expenses of + this entertainment, says Pelisson, to three hundred thousand crowns. + </p> + <p> + The entire guard of the Prime-Minister were under arms; his four companies + of musketeers and gens d’armes were ranged in a line upon the vast + staircases and at the entrance of the long galleries of the + Palais-Cardinal. This brilliant pandemonium, where the mortal sins have a + temple on each floor, belonged that day to pride alone, which occupied it + from top to bottom. Upon each step was placed one of the arquebusiers of + the Cardinal’s guard, holding a torch in one hand and a long carbine + in the other. The crowd of his gentlemen circulated between these living + candelabra, while in the large garden, surrounded by huge chestnut-trees, + now replaced by a range of archers, two companies of mounted light-horse, + their muskets in their hands, were ready to obey the first order or the + first fear of their master. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal, carried and followed by his thirty-eight pages, took his + seat in his box hung with purple, facing that in which the King was half + reclining behind the green curtains which preserved him from the glare of + the flambeaux. The whole court filled the boxes, and rose when the King + appeared. The orchestra commenced a brilliant overture, and the pit was + thrown open to all the men of the town and the army who presented + themselves. Three impetuous waves of spectators rushed in and filled it in + an instant. They were standing, and so thickly pressed together that the + movement of a single arm sufficed to cause in the crowd a movement similar + to the waving of a field of corn. There was one man whose head thus + described a large circle, as that of a compass, without his feet quitting + the spot to which they were fixed; and some young men were carried out + fainting. + </p> + <p> + The minister, contrary to custom, advanced his skeleton head out of his + box, and saluted the assembly with an air which was meant to be gracious. + This grimace obtained an acknowledgment only from the boxes; the pit was + silent. Richelieu had wished to show that he did not fear the public + judgment upon his work, and had given orders to admit without distinction + all who should present themselves. He began to repent of this, but too + late. The impartial assembly was as cold at the tragedie-pastorale itself. + In vain did the theatrical bergeres, covered with jewels, raised upon red + heels, with crooks ornamented with ribbons and garlands of flowers upon + their robes, which were stuck out with farthingale’s, die of love in + tirades of two hundred verses; in vain did the ‘amants parfaits’ + starve themselves in solitary caves, deploring their death in emphatic + tones, and fastening to their hair ribbons of the favorite color of their + mistress; in vain did the ladies of the court exhibit signs of perfect + ecstasy, leaning over the edges of their boxes, and even attempt a few + fainting-fits—the silent pit gave no other sign of life than the + perpetual shaking of black heads with long hair. + </p> + <p> + The Cardinal bit his lips and played the abstracted during the first and + second acts; the silence in which the third and fourth passed off so + wounded his paternal heart that he had himself raised half out of the + balcony, and in this uncomfortable and ridiculous position signed to the + court to remark the finest passages, and himself gave the signal for + applause. It was acted upon from some of the boxes, but the impassible pit + was more silent than ever; leaving the affair entirely between the stage + and the upper regions, they obstinately remained neuter. The master of + Europe and France then cast a furious look at this handful of men who + dared not to admire his work, feeling in his heart the wish of Nero, and + thought for a moment how happy he should be if all those men had but one + head. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly this black and before silent mass became animated, and endless + rounds of applause burst forth, to the great astonishment of the boxes, + and above all, of the minister. He bent forward and bowed gratefully, but + drew back on perceiving that the clapping of hands interrupted the actors + every time they wished to proceed. The King had the curtains of his box, + until then closed, opened, to see what excited so much enthusiasm. The + whole court leaned forward from their boxes, and perceived among the + spectators on the stage a young man, humbly dressed, who had just seated + himself there with difficulty. Every look was fixed upon him. He appeared + utterly embarrassed by this, and sought to cover himself with his little + black cloak-far too short for the purpose. “Le Cid! le Cid!” + cried the pit, incessantly applauding. + </p> + <p> + “Terrified, Corneille escaped behind the scenes, and all was again + silent. The Cardinal, beside himself with fury, had his curtain closed, + and was carried into his galleries, where was performed another scene, + prepared long before by the care of Joseph, who had tutored the attendants + upon the point before quitting Paris. Cardinal Mazarin exclaimed that it + would be quicker to pass his Eminence through a long glazed window, which + was only two feet from the ground, and led from his box to the apartments; + and it opened and the page passed his armchair through it. Hereupon a + hundred voices rose to proclaim the accomplishment of the grand prophecy + of Nostradamus. They said: + </p> + <p> + “The bonnet rouge!-that’s Monseigneur; ‘quarante onces!’—that’s + Cinq-Mars; ‘tout finira!’—that’s De Thou. What a + providential incident! His Eminence reigns over the future as over the + present.” + </p> + <p> + He advanced thus upon his ambulatory throne through the long and splendid + galleries, listening to this delicious murmur of a new flattery; but + insensible to the hum of voices which deified his genius, he would have + given all their praises for one word, one single gesture of that immovable + and inflexible public, even had that word been a cry of hatred; for clamor + can be stifled, but how avenge one’s self on silence? The people can + be prevented from striking, but who can prevent their waiting? Pursued by + the troublesome phantom of public opinion, the gloomy minister only + thought himself in safety when he reached the interior of his palace amid + his flattering courtiers, whose adorations soon made him forget that a + miserable pit had dared not to admire him. He had himself placed like a + king in the midst of his vast apartments, and, looking around him, + attentively counted the powerful and submissive men who surrounded him. + </p> + <p> + Counting them, he admired himself. The chiefs of the great families, the + princes of the Church, the presidents of all the parliaments, the + governors of the provinces, the marshals and generals-in-chief of the + armies, the nuncio, the ambassadors of all the kingdoms, the deputies and + senators of the republics, were motionless, submissive, and ranged around + him, as if awaiting his orders. There was no longer a look to brave his + look, no longer a word to raise itself against his will, not a project + that men dared to form in the most secret recesses of the heart, not a + thought which did not proceed from his. Mute Europe listened to him by its + representatives. From time to time he raise an imperious voice, and threw + a self-satisfied word to this pompous circle, as a man who throws a copper + coin among a crowd of beggars. Then might be distinguished, by the pride + which lit up his looks and the joy visible in his countenance, the prince + who had received such a favor. + </p> + <p> + Transformed into another man, he seemed to have made a step in the + hierarchy of power, so surrounded with unlooked-for adorations and sudden + caresses was the fortunate courtier, whose obscure happiness the Cardinal + did not even perceive. The King’s brother and the Duc de Bouillon + stood in the crowd, whence the minister did not deign to withdraw them. + Only he ostentatiously said that it would be well to dismantle a few + fortresses, spoke at length of the necessity of pavements and quays at + Paris, and said in two words to Turenne that he might perhaps be sent to + the army in Italy, to seek his baton as marechal from Prince Thomas. + </p> + <p> + While Richelieu thus played with the great and small things of Europe, + amid his noisy fete, the Queen was informed at the Louvre that the time + was come for her to proceed to the Cardinal’s palace, where the King + awaited her after the tragedy. The serious Anne of Austria did not witness + any play; but she could not refuse her presence at the fete of the + Prime-Minister. She was in her oratory, ready to depart, and covered with + pearls, her favorite ornament; standing opposite a large glass with Marie + de Mantua, she was arranging more to her satisfaction one or two details + of the young Duchess’s toilette, who, dressed in a long pink robe, + was herself contemplating with attention, though with somewhat of ennui + and a little sullenness, the ensemble of her appearance. + </p> + <p> + She saw her own work in Marie, and, more troubled, thought with deep + apprehension of the moment when this transient calm would cease, despite + the profound knowledge she had of the feeling but frivolous character of + Marie. Since the conversation at St.-Germain (the fatal letter), she had + not quitted the young Princess, and had bestowed all her care to lead her + mind to the path which she had traced out for her, for the most decided + feature in the character of Anne of Austria was an invincible obstinacy in + her calculations, to which she would fain have subjected all events and + all passions with a geometrical exactitude. There is no doubt that to this + positive and immovable mind we must attribute all the misfortunes of her + regency. The sombre reply of Cinq-Mars; his arrest; his trial—all + had been concealed from the Princesse Marie, whose first fault, it is + true, had been a movement of self-love and a momentary forgetfulness. + </p> + <p> + However, the Queen by nature was good-hearted, and had bitterly repented + her precipitation in writing words so decisive, and whose consequences had + been so serious; and all her endeavors had been applied to mitigate the + results. In reflecting upon her conduct in reference to the happiness of + France, she applauded herself for having thus, at one stroke, stifled the + germ of a civil war which would have shaken the State to its very + foundations. But when she approached her young friend and gazed on that + charming being whose happiness she was thus destroying in its bloom, and + reflected that an old man upon a throne, even, would not recompense her + for the eternal loss she was about to sustain; when she thought of the + entire devotion, the total abnegation of himself, she had witnessed in a + young man of twenty-two, of so lofty a character, and almost master of the + kingdom—she pitied Marie, and admired from her very soul the man + whom she had judged so ill. + </p> + <p> + She would at least have desired to explain his worth to her whom he had + loved so deeply, and who as yet knew him not; but she still hoped that the + conspirators assembled at Lyons would be able to save him, and once + knowing him to be in a foreign land she could tell all to her dear Marie. + </p> + <p> + As to the latter, she had at first feared war. But surrounded by the Queen’s + people, who had let nothing reach her ear but news dictated by this + Princess, she knew, or thought she knew, that the conspiracy had not taken + place; that the King and the Cardinal had returned to Paris nearly at the + same time; that Monsieur, relapsed for a while, had reappeared at court; + that the Duc de Bouillon, on ceding Sedan, had also been restored to + favor; and that if the ‘grand ecuyer’ had not yet appeared, + the reason was the more decided animosity of the Cardinal toward him, and + the greater part he had taken in the conspiracy. But common sense and + natural justice clearly said that having acted under the order of the King’s + brother, his pardon ought to follow that of this Prince. + </p> + <p> + All then, had calmed the first uneasiness of her heart, while nothing had + softened the kind of proud resentment she felt against Cinq-Mars, so + indifferent as not to inform her of the place of his retreat, known to the + Queen and the whole court, while, she said to herself, she had thought but + of him. Besides, for two months the balls and fetes had so rapidly + succeeded each other, and so many mysterious duties had commanded her + presence, that she had for reflection and regret scarce more than the time + of her toilette, at which she was generally almost alone. Every evening + she regularly commenced the general reflection upon the ingratitude and + inconstancy of men—a profound and novel thought, which never fails + to occupy the head of a young person in the time of first love—but + sleep never permitted her to finish the reflection; and the fatigue of + dancing closed her large black eyes ere her ideas had found time to + classify themselves in her memory, or to present her with any distinct + images of the past. + </p> + <p> + In the morning she was always surrounded by the young princesses of the + court, and ere she well had time to dress had to present herself in the + Queen’s apartment, where awaited her the eternal, but now less + disagreeable homage of the Prince-Palatine. The Poles had had time to + learn at the court of France that mysterious reserve, that eloquent + silence which so pleases the women, because it enhances the importance of + things always secret, and elevates those whom they respect, so as to + preclude the idea of exhibiting suffering in their presence. Marie was + regarded as promised to King Uladislas; and she herself—we must + confess it—had so well accustomed herself to this idea that the + throne of Poland occupied by another queen would have appeared to her a + monstrous thing. She did not look forward with pleasure to the period of + ascending it, but had, however, taken possession of the homage which was + rendered her beforehand. Thus, without avowing it even to herself, she + greatly exaggerated the supposed offences of Cinq-Mars, which the Queen + had expounded to her at St. Germain. + </p> + <p> + “You are as fresh as the roses in this bouquet,” said the + Queen. “Come, ‘ma chere’, are you ready? What means this + pouting air? Come, let me fasten this earring. Do you not like these toys, + eh? Will you have another set of ornaments?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, Madame. I think that I ought not to decorate myself at all, + for no one knows better than yourself how unhappy I am. Men are very cruel + toward us! + </p> + <p> + “I have reflected on what you said, and all is now clear to me. Yes, + it is quite true that he did not love me, for had he loved me he would + have renounced an enterprise that gave me so much uneasiness. I told him, + I remember, indeed, which was very decided,” she added, with an + important and even solemn air, “that he would be a rebel—yes, + Madame, a rebel. I told him so at Saint-Eustache. But I see that your + Majesty was right. I am very unfortunate! He had more ambition than love.” + Here a tear of pique escaped from her eyes, and rolled quickly down her + cheek, as a pearl upon a rose. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is certain,” she continued, fastening her bracelets; + “and the greatest proof is that in the two months he has renounced + his enterprise—you told me that you had saved him—he has not + let me know the place of his retreat, while I during that time have been + weeping, have been imploring all your power in his favor; have sought but + a word that might inform me of his proceedings. I have thought but of him; + and even now I refuse every day the throne of Poland, because I wish to + prove to the end that I am constant, that you yourself can not make me + disloyal to my attachment, far more serious than his, and that we are of + higher worth than the men. But, however, I think I may attend this fete, + since it is not a ball.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes, my dear child! come, come!” said the Queen, + desirous of putting an end to this childish talk, which afflicted her all + the more that it was herself who had encouraged it. “Come, you will + see the union that prevails between the princes and the Cardinal, and we + shall perhaps hear some good news.” They departed. + </p> + <p> + When the two princesses entered the long galleries of the Palais-Cardinal, + they were received and coldly saluted by the King and the minister, who, + closely surrounded by silent courtiers, were playing at chess upon a small + low table. All the ladies who entered with the Queen or followed her, + spread through the apartments; and soon soft music sounded in one of the + saloons—a gentle accompaniment to the thousand private conversations + carried on round the play tables. + </p> + <p> + Near the Queen passed, saluting her, a young newly married couple—the + happy Chabot and the beautiful Duchesse de Rohan. They seemed to shun the + crowd, and to seek apart a moment to speak to each other of themselves. + Every one received them with a smile and looked after them with envy. + Their happiness was expressed as strongly in the countenances of others as + in their own. + </p> + <p> + Marie followed them with her eyes. “Still they are happy,” she + whispered to the Queen, remembering the censure which in her hearing had + been thrown upon the match. + </p> + <p> + But without answering, Anne of Austria, fearful that in the crowd some + inconsiderate expression might inform her young friend of the mournful + event so interesting to her, placed herself with Marie behind the King. + Monsieur, the Prince-Palatine, and the Duc de Bouillon came to speak to + her with a gay and lively air. The second, however, casting upon Marie a + severe and scrutinizing glance, said to her: + </p> + <p> + “Madame la Princesse, you are most surprisingly beautiful and gay + this evening.” + </p> + <p> + She was confused at these words, and at seeing the speaker walk away with + a sombre air. She addressed herself to the Duc d’Orleans, who did + not answer, and seemed not to hear her. Marie looked at the Queen, and + thought she remarked paleness and disquiet on her features. Meantime, no + one ventured to approach the minister, who was deliberately meditating his + moves. Mazarin alone, leaning over his chair, followed all the strokes + with a servile attention, giving gestures of admiration every time that + the Cardinal played. Application to the game seemed to have dissipated for + a moment the cloud that usually shaded the minister’s brow. He had + just advanced a tower, which placed Louis’s king in that false + position which is called “stalemate,”—a situation in + which the ebony king, without being personally attacked, can neither + advance nor retire in any direction. The Cardinal, raising his eyes, + looked at his adversary and smiled with one corner of his mouth, not being + able to avoid a secret analogy. Then, observing the dim eyes and dying + countenance of the Prince, he whispered to Mazarin: + </p> + <p> + “Faith, I think he’ll go before me. He is greatly changed.” + </p> + <p> + At the same time he himself was seized with a long and violent cough, + accompanied internally with the sharp, deep pain he so often felt in the + side. At the sinister warning he put a handkerchief to his mouth, which he + withdrew covered with blood. To hide it, he threw it under the table, and + looked around him with a stern smile, as if to forbid observation. Louis + XIII, perfectly insensible, did not make the least movement, beyond + arranging his men for another game with a skeleton and trembling hand. + There two dying men seemed to be throwing lots which should depart first. + </p> + <p> + At this moment a clock struck the hour of midnight. The King raised his + head. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, ah!” he said; “this morning at twelve Monsieur le + Grand had a disagreeable time of it.” + </p> + <p> + A piercing shriek was uttered behind him. He shuddered, and threw himself + forward, upsetting the table. Marie de Mantua lay senseless in the arms of + the Queen, who, weeping bitterly, said in the King’s ear: + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Sire, your axe has a double edge.” + </p> + <p> + She then bestowed all her cares and maternal kisses upon the young + Princess, who, surrounded by all the ladies of the court, only came to + herself to burst into a torrent of tears. As soon as she opened her eyes, + “Alas! yes, my child,” said Anne of Austria. “My poor + girl, you are Queen of Poland.” + </p> + <p> + It has often happened that the same event which causes tears to flow in + the palace of kings has spread joy without, for the people ever suppose + that happiness reigns at festivals. There were five days’ rejoicings + for the return of the minister, and every evening under the windows of the + Palais-Cardinal and those of the Louvre pressed the people of Paris. The + late disturbances had given them a taste for public movements. They rushed + from one street to another with a curiosity at times insulting and + hostile, sometimes walking in silent procession, sometimes sending forth + loud peals of laughter or prolonged yells, of which no one understood the + meaning. Bands of young men fought in the streets and danced in rounds in + the squares, as if manifesting some secret hope of pleasure and some + insensate joy, grievous to the upright heart. + </p> + <p> + It was remarkable that profound silence prevailed exactly in those places + where the minister had ordered rejoicings, and that the people passed + disdainfully before the illuminated facade of his palace. If some voices + were raised, it was to read aloud in a sneering tone the legends and + inscriptions with which the idiot flattery of some obscure writers had + surrounded the portraits of the minister. One of these pictures was + guarded by arquebusiers, who, however, could not preserve it from the + stones which were thrown at it from a distance by unseen hands. It + represented the Cardinal-Generalissimo wearing a casque surrounded by + laurels. Above it was inscribed: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Grand Duc: c’est justement que la France t’honore; + Ainsi que le dieu Mars dans Paris on t’adore.” + </pre> + <p> + These fine phrases did not persuade the people that they were happy. They + no more adored the Cardinal than they did the god Mars, but they accepted + his fetes because they served as a covering for disorder. All Paris was in + an uproar. Men with long beards, carrying torches, measures of wine, and + two drinking-cups, which they knocked together with a great noise, went + along, arm in arm, shouting in chorus with rude voices an old round of the + League: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Reprenons la danse; + Allons, c’est assez. + Le printemps commence; + Les rois sont passes. + + “Prenons quelque treve; + Nous sommes lasses. + Les rois de la feve + Nous ont harasses. + + “Allons, Jean du Mayne, + Les rois sont passes. + + “Les rois de la feve + Nous ont harasses. + Allons, Jean du Mayne, + Les rois sont passes.” + </pre> + <p> + The frightful bands who howled forth these words traversed the Quais and + the Pont-Neuf, squeezing against the high houses, which then covered the + latter, the peaceful citizens who were led there by simple curiosity. Two + young men, wrapped in cloaks, thus thrown one against the other, + recognized each other by the light of a torch placed at the foot of the + statue of Henri IV, which had been lately raised. + </p> + <p> + “What! still at Paris?” said Corneille to Milton. “I + thought you were in London.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear you the people, Monsieur? Do you hear them? What is this + ominous chorus, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘Les rois sont passes’?” + </pre> + <p> + “That is nothing, Monsieur. Listen to their conversation.” + </p> + <p> + “The parliament is dead,” said one of the men; “the + nobles are dead. Let us dance; we are the masters. The old Cardinal is + dying. There is no longer any but the King and ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you hear that drunken wretch, Monsieur?” asked Corneille. + “All our epoch is in those words of his.” + </p> + <p> + “What! is this the work of the minister who is called great among + you, and even by other nations? I do not understand him.” + </p> + <p> + “I will explain the matter to you presently,” answered + Corneille. “But first listen to the concluding part of this letter, + which I received to-day. Draw near this light under the statue of the late + King. We are alone. The crowd has passed. Listen! + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “It was by one of those unforeseen circumstances which prevent the + accomplishment of the noblest enterprises that we were not able to + save MM. de Cinq-Mars and De Thou. We might have foreseen that, + prepared for death by long meditation, they would themselves refuse + our aid; but this idea did not occur to any of us. In the + precipitation of our measures, we also committed the fault of + dispersing ourselves too much in the crowd, so that we could not + take a sudden resolution. I was unfortunately stationed near the + scaffold; and I saw our unfortunate friends advance to the foot of + it, supporting the poor Abbe Quillet, who was destined to behold the + death of the pupil whose birth he had witnessed. He sobbed aloud, + and had strength enough only to kiss the hands of the two friends. + We all advanced, ready to throw ourselves upon the guards at the + announced signal; but I saw with grief M. de Cinq-Mars cast his hat + from him with an air of disdain. Our movement had been observed, + and the Catalonian guard was doubled round the scaffold. I could + see no more; but I heard much weeping around me. After the three + usual blasts of the trumpet, the recorder of Lyons, on horseback at + a little distance from the scaffold, read the sentence of death, to + which neither of the prisoners listened. M. de Thou said to M. de + Cinq-Mars: + + “‘Well, dear friend, which shall die first? Do you remember Saint- + Gervais and Saint-Protais?’ + + “‘Which you think best,’ answered Cinq-Mars. + + “The second confessor, addressing M. de Thou, said, ‘You are the + elder.’ + + “‘True,’ said M. de Thou; and, turning to M. le Grand, ‘You are the + most generous; you will show me the way to the glory of heaven.’ + + “‘Alas!’ said Cinq-Mars; ‘I have opened to you that of the + precipice; but let us meet death nobly, and we shall revel in the + glory and happiness of heaven!’ + + “Hereupon he embraced him, and ascended the scaffold with surprising + address and agility. He walked round the scaffold, and contemplated + the whole of the great assembly with a calm countenance, which + betrayed no sign of fear, and a serious and graceful manner. He + then went round once more, saluting the people on every side, + without appearing to recognize any of us, with a majestic and + charming expression of face; he then knelt down, raising his eyes to + heaven, adoring God, and recommending himself to Him. As he + embraced the crucifix, the father confessor called to the people to + pray for him; and M. le Grand, opening his arms, still holding his + crucifix, made the same request to the people. Then he readily + knelt before the block, holding the stake, placed his neck upon it, + and asked the confessor, ‘Father, is this right?’ Then, while they + were cutting off his hair, he raised his eyes to heaven, and said, + sighing: + + “‘My God, what is this world? My God, I offer thee my death as a + satisfaction for my sins!’ + + “‘What are you waiting for? What are you doing there?’ he said to + the executioner, who had not yet taken his axe from an old bag he + had brought with him. His confessor, approaching, gave him a + medallion; and he, with an incredible tranquillity of mind, begged + the father to hold the crucifix before his eyes, which he would not + allow to be bound. I saw the two trembling hands of the Abbe + Quillet, who raised the crucifix. At this moment a voice, as clear + and pure as that of an angel, commenced the ‘Ave, maris stella’. + In the universal silence I recognized the voice of M. de Thou, who + was at the foot of the scaffold; the people repeated the sacred + strain. M. de Cinq-Mars clung more tightly to the stake; and I saw + a raised axe, made like the English axes. A terrible cry of the + people from the Place, the windows, and the towers told me that it + had fallen, and that the head had rolled to the ground. I had + happily strength enough left to think of his soul, and to commence a + prayer for him. + + “I mingled it with that which I heard pronounced aloud by our + unfortunate and pious friend De Thou. I rose and saw him spring + upon the scaffold with such promptitude that he might almost have + been said to fly. The father and he recited a psalm; he uttered it + with the ardor of a seraphim, as if his soul had borne his body to + heaven. Then, kneeling down, he kissed the blood of Cinq-Mars as + that of a martyr, and became himself a greater martyr. I do not + know whether God was pleased to grant him this last favor; but I saw + with horror that the executioner, terrified no doubt at the first + blow he had given, struck him upon the top of his head, whither the + unfortunate young man raised his hand; the people sent forth a long + groan, and advanced against the executioner. The poor wretch, + terrified still more, struck him another blow, which only cut the + skin and threw him upon the scaffold, where the executioner rolled + upon him to despatch him. A strange event terrified the people as + much as the horrible spectacle. M. de Cinq-Mars’ old servant held + his horse as at a military funeral; he had stopped at the foot of + the scaffold, and like a man paralyzed, watched his master to the + end, then suddenly, as if struck by the same axe, fell dead under + the blow which had taken off his master’s head. + + “I write these sad details in haste, on board a Genoese galley, into + which Fontrailles, Gondi, Entraigues, Beauvau, Du Lude, myself, and + others of the chief conspirators have retired. We are going to + England to await until time shall deliver France from the tyrant + whom we could not destroy. I abandon forever the service of the + base Prince who betrayed us. + + “MONTRESOR” + </pre> + <p> + “Such,” continued Corneille, “has been the fate of these + two young men whom you lately saw so powerful. Their last sigh was that of + the ancient monarchy. Nothing more than a court can reign here henceforth; + the nobles and the senates are destroyed.” + </p> + <p> + “And this is your pretended great man!” said Milton. “What + has he sought to do? He would, then, create republics for future ages, + since he destroys the basis of your monarchy?” + </p> + <p> + “Look not so far,” answered Corneille; “he only seeks to + reign until the end of his life. He has worked for the present and not for + the future; he has continued the work of Louis XI; and neither one nor the + other knew what they were doing.” + </p> + <p> + The Englishman smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I thought,” he said, “that true genius followed another + path. This man has shaken all that he ought to have supported, and they + admire him! I pity your nation.” + </p> + <p> + “Pity it not!” exclaimed Corneille, warmly; “a man + passes away, but a people is renewed. This people, Monsieur, is gifted + with an immortal energy, which nothing can destroy; its imagination often + leads it astray, but superior reason will ever ultimately master its + disorders.” + </p> + <p> + The two young and already great men walked, as they conversed, upon the + space which separates the statue of Henri IV from the Place Dauphine; they + stopped a moment in the centre of this Place. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Monsieur,” continued Corneille, “I see every + evening with what rapidity a noble thought finds its echo in French + hearts; and every evening I retire happy at the sight. Gratitude + prostrates the poor people before this statue of a good king! Who knows + what other monument another passion may raise near this? Who can say how + far the love of glory will lead our people? Who knows that in the place + where we now are, there may not be raised a pyramid taken from the East?” + </p> + <p> + “These are the secrets of the future,” said Milton. “I, + like yourself, admire your impassioned nation; but I fear them for + themselves. I do not well understand them; and I do not recognize their + wisdom when I see them lavishing their admiration upon men such as he who + now rules you. The love of power is very puerile; and this man is devoured + by it, without having force enough to seize it wholly. By an utter + absurdity, he is a tyrant under a master. Thus has this colossus, never + firmly balanced, been all but overthrown by the finger of a boy. Does that + indicate genius? No, no! when genius condescends to quit the lofty regions + of its true home for a human passion, at least, it should grasp that + passion in its entirety. Since Richelieu only aimed at power, why did he + not, if he was a genius, make himself absolute master of power? I am going + to see a man who is not yet known, and whom I see swayed by this miserable + ambition; but I think that he will go farther. His name is Cromwell!” + </p> + +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Cinq-Mars, Complete, by Alfred de Vigny + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CINQ-MARS, COMPLETE *** + +***** This file should be named 3953-h.htm or 3953-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/9/5/3953/ + +Produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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