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Louise de la Valliere
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“And yet you say that, despite my orders, you had the intention of not arresting the man who had insulted me!”
“Yes, sire – that was really my intention. I even proposed to the comte to mount a horse that I had prepared for him at the Barriere de la Conference.”
“And what was your object in getting this horse ready?”
“Why, sire, in order that M. le Comte de la Fere might be able to reach Le Havre, and from that place make his escape to England.”
“You betrayed me, then, monsieur?” cried the king, kindling with a wild pride.
“Exactly so.”
There was nothing to say in answer to statements made in such a tone; the king was astounded at such an obstinate and open resistance on the part of D’Artagnan. “At least you had a reason, Monsieur d’Artagnan, for acting as you did?” said the king, proudly.
“I have always a reason for everything, sire.”
“Your reason cannot be your friendship for the comte, at all events, – the only one that can be of any avail, the only one that could possibly excuse you, – for I placed you perfectly at your ease in that respect.”
“Me, sire?”
“Did I not give you the choice to arrest, or not to arrest M. le Comte de la Fere?”
“Yes, sire, but – ”
“But what?” exclaimed the king, impatiently.
“But you warned me, sire, that if I did not arrest him, your captain of the guard should do so.”
“Was I not considerate enough towards you, from the very moment I did not compel you to obey me?”
“To me, sire, you were, but not to my friend, for my friend would be arrested all the same, whether by myself or by the captain of the guards.”
“And this is your devotion, monsieur! a devotion which argues and reasons. You are no soldier, monsieur!”
“I wait for your majesty to tell me what I am.”
“Well, then – you are a Frondeur.”
“And since there is no longer any Fronde, sire, in that case – ”
“But if what you say is true – ”
“What I say is always true, sire.”
“What have you come to say to me, monsieur?”
“I have come to say to your majesty, ‘Sire, M. de la Fere is in the Bastile.’”
“That is not your fault, it would seem.”
“That is true, sire; but at all events he is there; and since he is there, it is important that your majesty should know it.”
“Ah! Monsieur d’Artagnan, so you set your king at defiance.”
“Sire – ”
“Monsieur d’Artagnan! I warn you that you are abusing my patience.”
“On the contrary, sire.”
“What do you mean by ‘on the contrary’?”
“I have come to get myself arrested, too.”
“To get yourself arrested, – you!”
“Of course. My friend will get wearied to death in the Bastile by himself; and I have come to propose to your majesty to permit me to bear him company; if your majesty will but give me the word, I will arrest myself; I shall not need the captain of the guards for that, I assure you.”
The king darted towards the table and seized hold of a pen to write the order for D’Artagnan’s imprisonment. “Pay attention, monsieur, that this is forever,” cried the king, in tones of sternest menace.
“I can quite believe that,” returned the musketeer; “for when you have once done such an act as that, you will never be able to look me in the face again.”
The king dashed down his pen violently. “Leave the room, monsieur!” he said.
“Not so, if it please your majesty.”
“What is that you say?”
“Sire, I came to speak gently and temperately to your majesty; your majesty got into a passion with me; that is a misfortune; but I shall not the less on that account say what I had to say to you.”
“Your resignation, monsieur, – your resignation!” cried the king.
“Sire, you know whether I care about my resignation or not, since at Blois, on the very day when you refused King Charles the million which my friend the Comte de la Fere gave him, I then tendered my resignation to your majesty.”
“Very well, monsieur – do it at once!”
“No, sire; for there is no question of my resignation at the present moment. Your majesty took up your pen just now to send me to the Bastile, – why should you change your intention?”
“D’Artagnan! Gascon that you are! who is king, allow me to ask, – you or myself?”
“You, sire, unfortunately.”
“What do you mean by ‘unfortunately’?”
“Yes, sire; for if it were I – ”
“If it were you, you would approve of M. d’Artagnan’s rebellious conduct, I suppose?”
“Certainly.”
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