“In England?”
“Exactly, sire.”
“You went to take Monck in England?”
“Should I by chance have done wrong, sire?”
“In truth, you are mad, Monsieur!”
“Not the least in the world, sire.”
“You have taken Monck?”
“Yes, sire.”
“Where?”
“In the midst of his camp.”
The king trembled with impatience.
“And having taken him on the causeway of Newcastle, I bring him to Your Majesty,” said d’Artagnan, simply.
“You bring him to me!” cried the king, almost indignant at what he considered a mystification.
“Yes, sire,” replied d’Artagnan, in the same tone, “I bring him to you; he is down below yonder, in a large chest pierced with holes, so as to allow him to breathe.”
“Good God!”
“Oh! don’t be uneasy, sire, we have taken the greatest possible care of him. He comes in good state, and in perfect condition. Would Your Majesty please to see him, to talk with him, or to have him thrown into the sea?”
“Oh, heavens!” repeated Charles, “oh, heavens! do you speak the truth, Monsieur? Are you not insulting me with some unworthy joke? You have accomplished this unheard-of act of audacity and genius—impossible!”
“Will Your Majesty permit me to open the window?” said d’Artagnan, opening it.
The king had not time to reply yes or no. D’Artagnan gave a shrill and prolonged whistle, which he repeated three times through the silence of the night.
“There!” said he, “he will be brought to Your Majesty.”
29
In Which d’Artagnan Begins to Fear He Has Placed His Money and That of Planchet in the Sinking Fund
The king could not overcome his surprise, and looked sometimes at the smiling face of the musketeer, and sometimes at the dark window which opened into the night. But before he had fixed his ideas, eight of d’Artagnan’s men, for two had remained to take care of the bark, brought to the house, where Parry received him, that object of an oblong form, which, for the moment, enclosed the destinies of England. Before he left Calais, d’Artagnan had had made in that city a sort of coffin, large and deep enough for a man to turn in it at his ease. The bottom and sides, properly upholstered, formed a bed sufficiently soft to prevent the rolling of the ship turning this kind of cage into a rattrap. The little grating, of which d’Artagnan had spoken to the king, like the visor of the helmet, was placed opposite to the man’s face. It was so constructed that, at the least cry, a sudden pressure would stifle that cry, and, if necessary, him who had uttered that cry.
D’Artagnan was so well acquainted with his crew and his prisoner, that during the whole voyage he had been in dread of two things: either that the general would prefer death to this sort of imprisonment, and would smother himself by endeavoring to speak, or that his guards would allow themselves to be tempted by the offers of the prisoner, and put him, d’Artagnan, into the box instead of Monck.
D’Artagnan, therefore, had passed the two days and the two nights of the voyage close to the coffin, alone with the general, offering him wine and food, which the latter had refused, and constantly endeavoring to reassure him upon the destiny which awaited him at the end of this singular captivity. Two pistols on the table and his naked sword made d’Artagnan easy with regard to indiscretions from without.
When once at Scheveningen he had felt completely reassured. His men greatly dreaded any conflict with the lords of the soil. He had, besides, interested in his cause him who had morally served him as lieutenant, and whom we have seen reply to the name of Menneville. The latter, not being a vulgar spirit, had more to risk than the others, because he had more conscience. He believed in a future in the service of d’Artagnan, and consequently would have allowed himself to be cut to pieces, rather than violate the order given by his leader. Thus it was that, once landed, it was to him that d’Artagnan had confided the care of the chest and the general’s breathing. It was he, too, he had ordered to have the chest brought by the seven men as soon as he should hear the triple whistle. We have seen that the lieutenant obeyed. The coffer once in the house, d’Artagnan dismissed his men with a gracious smile, saying, “Messieurs, you have rendered a great service to King Charles II, who in less than six weeks will be king of England. Your gratification will then be doubled. Return to the boat and wait for me.” Upon which they departed with such shouts of joy as terrified even the dog himself.
D’Artagnan had caused the coffer to be brought as far as the king’s antechamber. He then, with great care, closed the door of this antechamber, after which he opened the coffer, and said to the general:
“General, I have a thousand excuses to make to you; my manner of acting has not been worthy of such a man as you, I know very well; but I wished you to take me for the captain of a bark. And then England is a very inconvenient country for transports. I hope, therefore, you will take all that into consideration. But now, general, you are at liberty to get up and walk.” This said, he cut the bonds which fastened the arms and hands of the general. The latter got up, and then sat down with the countenance of a man who expects death. D’Artagnan opened the door of Charles’s study, and said, “Sire, here is your enemy, M. Monck; I promised myself to perform this service for Your Majesty. It is done; now order as you please. M. Monck,” added he, turning towards the prisoner, “you are in the presence of His Majesty Charles II, sovereign lord of Great Britain.”
Monck raised towards the prince his coldly stoical look, and replied: “I know no
