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  As soon as the king saw the officer enter, he dismissed his valet dechambre and his gentleman. "Who is on duty to-morrow, monsieur?" askedhe.

  The lieutenant bowed his head with military politeness and replied, "Iam, sire."

  "What! still you?"

  "Always I, sire."

  "How can that be, monsieur?"

  "Sire, when traveling, the musketeers supply all the posts of yourmajesty's household; that is to say, yours, her majesty the queen's, andmonsieur le cardinal's, the latter of whom borrows of the king the bestpart, or rather the most numerous part, of the royal guard."

  "But in the interims?"

  "There are no interims, sire, but for twenty or thirty men who rest outof a hundred and twenty. At the Louvre it is very different, and if Iwere at the Louvre I should rely upon my brigadier; but, when traveling,sire, no one knows what may happen, and I prefer doing my duty myself."

  "Then you are on guard every day?"

  "And every night. Yes, sire."

  "Monsieur, I cannot allow that--I will have you rest."

  "That is very kind, sire, but I will not."

  "What do you say?" said the king who did not at first comprehend thefull meaning of this reply.

  "I say, sire, that I will not expose myself to the chance of a fault. Ifthe devil had a trick to play on me, you understand, sire, as he knowsthe man with whom he has to deal, he would choose the moment when Ishould not be there. My duty and the peace of my conscience beforeeverything, sire."

  "But such duty will kill you, monsieur."

  "Eh! sire, I have performed it for thirty years, and in all Franceand Navarre there is not a man in better health than I am. Moreover, Ientreat you, sire, not to trouble yourself about me. That would appearvery strange to me, seeing that I am not accustomed to it."

  The king cut short the conversation by a fresh question. "Shall you behere, then, to-morrow morning?"

  "As at present? yes, sire."

  The king walked several times up and down his chamber; it was very plainthat he burned with a desire to speak, but that he was restrained bysome fear or other. The lieutenant, standing motionless, hat in hand,watched him making these evolutions, and, whilst looking at him,grumbled to himself, biting his mustache:

  "He has not half a crown worth of resolution! Parole d'honneur! I wouldlay a wager he does not speak at all!"

  The king continued to walk about, casting from time to time a sideglance at the lieutenant. "He is the very image of his father,"continued the latter, in his secret soliloquy, "he is at once proud,avaricious, and timid. The devil take his master, say I."

  The king stopped. "Lieutenant," said he.

  "I am here, sire."

  "Why did you cry out this evening, down below in the salons--'The king'sservice! His majesty's musketeers!'"

  "Because you gave me the order, sire."

  "I?"

  "Yourself."

  "Indeed, I did not say a word, monsieur."

  "Sire, an order is given by a sign, by a gesture, by a glance, asintelligibly, as freely, and as clearly as by word of mouth. A servantwho has nothing but ears is not half a good servant."

  "Your eyes are very penetrating, then, monsieur."

  "How is that, sire?"

  "Because they see what is not."

  "My eyes are good, though, sire, although they have served their masterlong and much: when they have anything to see, they seldom miss theopportunity. Now, this evening, they saw that your majesty colored withendeavoring to conceal the inclination to yawn, that your majesty lookedwith eloquent supplications, first at his eminence, and then at hermajesty, the queen-mother, and at length to the entrance door, and theyso thoroughly remarked all I have said, that they saw your majesty'slips articulate these words: 'Who will get me out of this?'"

  "Monsieur!"

  "Or something to this effect, sire--'My musketeers!' I could then nolonger hesitate. That look was for me--the order was for me. I cried outinstantly, 'His Majesty's musketeers!' And, besides, that was shown tobe true, sire, not only by your majesty's not saying I was wrong, butproving I was right by going out at once."

  The king turned away to smile; then, after a few seconds, he again fixedhis limpid eye upon that countenance, so intelligent, so bold, and sofirm, that it might have been said to be the proud and energetic profileof the eagle facing the sun. "That is all very well," said he, after ashort silence, during which he endeavored, in vain, to make his officerlower his eyes.

  But seeing the king said no more, the latter pirouetted on his heels,and took three steps towards the door, muttering, "He will not speak!Mordioux! he will not speak!"

  "Thank you, monsieur," said the king at last.

  "Humph!" continued the lieutenant; "there was only wanting that. Blamedfor having been less of a fool than another might have been." And hewent to the door, allowing his spurs to jingle in true military style.But when he was on the threshold, feeling that the king's desire drewhim back, he returned.

  "Has your majesty told me all?" asked he, in a tone we cannot describe,but which, without appearing to solicit the royal confidence, containedso much persuasive frankness, that the king immediately replied:

  "Yes, but draw near, monsieur."

  "Now then," murmured the officer, "he is coming to it at last."

  "Listen to me."

  "I shall not lose a word, sire."

  "You will mount on horseback to-morrow, at about half-past four in themorning, and you will have a horse saddled for me."

  "From your majesty's stables?"

  "No, one of your musketeers' horses."

  "Very well, sire. Is that all?"

  "And you will accompany me."

  "Alone?"

  "Alone."

  "Shall I come to seek your majesty, or shall I wait?"

  "You will wait for me."

  "Where, sire?"

  "At the little park-gate."

  The lieutenant bowed, understanding that the king had told him all hehad to say. In fact, the king dismissed him with a gracious wave of thehand. The officer left the chamber of the king, and returned to placehimself philosophically in his fauteuil, where, far from sleeping,as might have been expected, considering how late it was, he began toreflect more deeply than he had ever reflected before. The result ofthese reflections was not so melancholy as the preceding ones had been.

  "Come, he has begun," said he. "Love urges him on, and he goesforward--he goes forward! The king is nobody in his own palace; butthe man perhaps may prove to be worth something. Well, we shall seeto-morrow morning. Oh! oh!" cried he, all at once starting up, "thatis a gigantic idea, mordioux! and perhaps my fortune depends, at least,upon that idea!" After this exclamation, the officer arose and marched,with his hands in the pockets of his justacorps, about the immenseante-chamber that served him as an apartment. The wax-light flamedfuriously under the effects of a fresh breeze which stole in throughthe chinks of the door and the window, and cut the salle diagonally. Itthrew out a reddish, unequal light, sometimes brilliant, sometimes dull,and the tall shadow of the lieutenant was seen marching on the wall, inprofile, like a figure by Callot, with his long sword and feathered hat.

  "Certainly!" said he, "I am mistaken if Mazarin is not laying a snarefor this amorous boy. Mazarin, this evening, gave an address, and madean appointment as complacently as M. Dangeau himself could have done--Iheard him, and I know the meaning of his words. 'To-morrow morning,'said he, 'they will pass opposite the bridge of Blois. Mordioux! thatis clear enough, and particularly for a lover. That is the cause of thisembarrassment; that is the cause of this hesitation; that is thecause of this order--'Monsieur the lieutenant of my musketeers, be onhorseback to-morrow at four o'clock in the morning.' Which is asclear as if he had said,--'Monsieur the lieutenant of my musketeers,to-morrow, at four, at the bridge of Blois--do you understand?' Here isa state secret, then, which I, humble as I am, have in my possession,while it is in action. And how do I get it? Because I have good eyes,as his majesty just now
said. They say he loves this little Italian dollfuriously. They say he threw himself at his mother's feet, to beg her toallow him to marry her. They say the queen went so far as to consultthe court of Rome, whether such a marriage, contracted against her will,would be valid. Oh, if I were but twenty-five! If I had by my side thoseI no longer have! If I did not despise the whole world most profoundly,I would embroil Mazarin with the queen-mother, France with Spain, andI would make a queen after my own fashion. But let that pass." And thelieutenant snapped his fingers in disdain.

  "This miserable Italian--this poor creature--this sordid wretch--who hasjust refused the king of England a million, would not perhaps give me athousand pistoles for the news I could carry him. Mordioux! I am fallinginto second childhood--I am becoming stupid indeed! The idea of Mazaringiving anything! ha! ha! ha!" and he laughed in a subdued voice.

  "Well, let us go to sleep--let us go to sleep; and the sooner thebetter. My mind is wearied with my evening's work, and will see thingsto-morrow more clearly than to-day."

  And upon this recommendation, made to himself, he folded his cloakaround him, looking with contempt upon his royal neighbor. Five minutesafter this he was asleep, with his hands clenched and his lips apart,giving escape, not to his secret, but to a sonorous sound, which roseand spread freely beneath the majestic roof of the ante-chamber.

  CHAPTER 13. Mary de Mancini