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The king threw himself back in his chair, cold as death, and as livid as a corpse. Had a thunderbolt fallen at his feet, he could not have been more astonished; he seemed as if his respiration had utterly ceased, and that he was at the point of death. The honest voice of sincerity, as DâArtagnan had called it, had pierced through his heart like a sword-blade.
DâArtagnan had said all he had to say. Comprehending the kingâs anger, he drew his sword, and, approaching Louis XIV. respectfully, he placed it on the table. But the king, with a furious gesture, thrust aside the sword, which fell on the ground and rolled to DâArtagnanâs feet. Notwithstanding the perfect mastery which DâArtagnan exercised over himself, he, too, in his turn, became pale, and, trembling with indignation, said: âA king may disgrace a soldier,âhe may exile him, and may even condemn him to death; but were he a hundred times a king, he has no right to insult him by casting a dishonor upon his sword! Sire, a king of France has never repulsed with contempt the sword of a man such as I am! Stained with disgrace as this sword now is, it has henceforth no other sheath than either your heart or my own! I choose my own, sire; and you have to thank Heaven and my own patience that I do so.â Then snatching up his sword, he cried, âMy blood be upon your head!â and, with a rapid gesture, he placed the hilt upon the floor and directed the point of the blade towards his breast. The king, however, with a movement far more rapid than that of DâArtagnan, threw his right arm around the musketeerâs neck, and with his left hand seized hold of the blade by the middle, and returned it silently to the scabbard. DâArtagnan, upright, pale, and still trembling, let the king do all to the very end. Louis, overcome and softened by gentler feelings, returned to the table, took a pen in his hand, wrote a few lines, signed them, and then held it out to DâArtagnan.
âWhat is this paper, sire?â inquired the captain.
âAn order for M. dâArtagnan to set the Comte de la Fere at liberty immediately.â
DâArtagnan seized the kingâs hand, and imprinted a kiss upon it; he then folded the order, placed it in his belt, and quitted the room. Neither the king nor the captain had uttered a syllable.
âOh, human heart! thou guide and director of kings,â murmured Louis, when alone, âwhen shall I learn to read in your inmost recesses, as in the leaves of a book! Oh, I am not a bad kingânor am I a poor king; I am but still a child, when all is said and done.â
Chapter LXV. Political Rivals.
DâArtagnan had promised M. de Baisemeaux to return in time for dessert, and he kept his word. They had just reached the finer and more delicate class of wines and liqueurs with which the governorâs cellar had the reputation of being most admirably stocked, when the silver spurs of the captain resounded in the corridor, and he himself appeared at the threshold. Athos and Aramis had played a close game; neither of the two had been able to gain the slightest advantage over the other. They had supped, talked a good deal about the Bastile, of the last journey to Fontainebleau, of the intended fete that M. Fouquet was about to give at Vaux; they had generalized on every possible subject; and no one, excepting Baisemeaux, had in the slightest degree alluded to private matters. DâArtagnan arrived in the very midst of the conversation, still pale and much disturbed by his interview with the king. Baisemeaux hastened to give him a chair; DâArtagnan accepted a glass of wine, and set it down empty. Athos and Aramis both remarked his emotion; as for Baisemeaux, he saw nothing more than the captain of the kingâs musketeers, to whom he endeavored to show every possible attention. But, although Aramis had remarked his emotion, he had not been able to guess the cause of it. Athos alone believed he had detected it. For him, DâArtagnanâs return, and particularly the manner in which he, usually so impassible, seemed overcome, signified, âI have just asked the king something which the king has refused me.â Thoroughly convinced that his conjecture was correct, Athos smiled, rose from the table, and made a sign to DâArtagnan, as if to remind him that they had something else to do than to sup together. DâArtagnan immediately understood him, and replied by another sign. Aramis and Baisemeaux watched this silent dialogue, and looked inquiringly at each other. Athos felt that he was called upon to give an explanation of what was passing.
âThe truth is, my friend,â said the Comte de la Fere, with a smile, âthat you, Aramis, have been supping with a state criminal, and you, Monsieur de Baisemeaux, with your prisoner.â
Baisemeaux uttered an exclamation of surprise, and almost of delight; for he was exceedingly proud and vain of his fortress, and for his own individual profit, the more prisoners he had, the happier he was, and the higher in rank the prisoners happened to be, the prouder he felt. Aramis assumed the expression of countenance he thought the position justified, and said, âWell, dear Athos, forgive me, but I almost suspected what has happened. Some prank of Raoul and La Valliere, I suppose?â
âAlas!â said Baisemeaux.
âAnd,â continued Aramis, âyou, a high and powerful nobleman as you are, forgetful that courtiers now existâyou have been to the king, I suppose, and told him what you thought of his conduct?â
âYes, you have guessed right.â
âSo that,â said Baisemeaux, trembling at having supped so familiarly with a man who had fallen into disgrace with the king; âso that, monsieur le comteââ
âSo that, my dear governor,â said Athos, âmy friend DâArtagnan will communicate to you the contents of the paper which I perceived just peeping out of his belt, and which assuredly can be nothing else than the order for my incarceration.â
Baisemeaux held out his hand with his accustomed eagerness. DâArtagnan drew two papers from his belt, and presented one of them to the governor, who unfolded it, and then read, in a low tone of voice, looking at Athos over the paper, as he did so, and pausing from time to time: ââOrder to detain, in my chateau of the Bastile, Monsieur le Comte de la Fere.â Oh, monsieur! this is indeed a very melancholy day for me.â
âYou will have a patient prisoner, monsieur,â said Athos, in his calm, soft voice.
âA prisoner, too, who will not remain a month with you, my dear governor,â said Aramis; while Baisemeaux, still holding the order in his hand, transcribed it upon the prison registry.
âNot a day, or rather not even a night,â said DâArtagnan, displaying the second order of the king, âfor now, dear M. de Baisemeaux,
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