“Well, well,” cried d’Artagnan, “this reconciliation is truly touching; have you not tears in your eyes, Porthos?”
“Yes,” said Porthos; “but I do not know if it is feeling or the wind that makes me weep; I think it is the wind.”
“Now climb up, Athos, quickly,” said d’Artagnan. Athos, assisted by Porthos, who lifted him up like a feather, arrived at the top.
“Now, jump down, Athos.”
Athos jumped and disappeared on the other side of the wall.
“Are you on the ground?” asked d’Artagnan.
“Yes.”
“Without accident?”
“Perfectly safe and sound.”
“Porthos, whilst I get up, watch the cardinal. No, I don’t want your help, watch the cardinal.”
“I am watching,” said Porthos. “Well?”
“You are right; it is more difficult than I thought. Lend me your back—but don’t let the cardinal go.”
Porthos lent him his back and d’Artagnan was soon on the summit of the wall, where he seated himself.
Mazarin pretended to laugh.
“Are you there?” asked Porthos.
“Yes, my friend; and now—”
“Now, what?” asked Porthos.
“Now give me the cardinal up here; if he makes any noise stifle him.”
Mazarin wished to call out, but Porthos held him tight and passed him to d’Artagnan, who seized him by the neck and made him sit down by him; then in a menacing tone, he said:
“Sir! jump directly down, close to Monsieur de la Fère, or, on the honor of a gentleman, I’ll kill you!”
“Monsieur, Monsieur,” cried Mazarin, “you are breaking your word to me!”
“I—did I promise you anything, my lord?”
Mazarin groaned.
“You are free,” he said, “through me; your liberty was my ransom.”
“Agreed; but the ransom of that immense treasure buried under the gallery, to which one descends on pushing a spring hidden in the wall, which causes a tub to turn, revealing a staircase—must not one speak of that a little, my lord?”
“Diavolo!” cried Mazarin, almost choked, and clasping his hands; “I am a lost and ruined man!”
But without listening to his protestations of alarm, d’Artagnan slipped him gently down into the arms of Athos, who stood immovable at the bottom of the wall.
Porthos next made an effort which shook the solid wall, and by the aid of his friend’s hand gained the summit.
“I didn’t understand it all,” he said, “but I understand now; how droll it is!”
“You think so? so much the better; but that it may prove laughter-worthy even to the end, let us not lose time.” And he jumped off the wall.
Porthos did the same.
“Attend to Monsieur le Cardinal, gentlemen,” said d’Artagnan; “for myself, I will reconnoitre.”
The Gascon then drew his sword and marched as avant-garde.
“My lord,” he said, “which way do we go? Think well of your reply, for should your Eminence be mistaken, there might ensue most grave results for all of us.”
“Along the wall, sir,” said Mazarin, “there will be no danger of losing yourselves.”
The three friends hastened on, but in a short time were obliged to slacken the pace. The cardinal could not keep up with them, though with every wish to do so.
Suddenly d’Artagnan touched something warm, which moved.
“Stop! a horse!” he cried; “I have found a horse!”
“And I, likewise,” said Athos.
“I, too,” said Porthos, who, faithful to the instructions, still held the cardinal’s arm.
“There’s luck, my lord! just as you were complaining of being tired and obliged to walk.”
But as he spoke the barrel of a pistol was presented at his breast and these words were pronounced:
“Touch it not!”
“Grimaud!” he cried; “Grimaud! what art thou about? Why, thou art posted here by Heaven!”
“No, sir,” said the honest servant, “it was Monsieur Aramis who posted me here to take care of the horses.”
“Is Aramis here?”
“Yes, sir; he has been here since yesterday.”
“What are you doing?”
“On the watch—”
“What! Aramis here?” cried Athos.
“At the lesser gate of the castle; he’s posted there.”
“Are you a large party?”
“Sixty.”
“Let him know.”
“This moment, sir.”
And believing that no one could execute the commission better than himself, Grimaud set off at full speed; whilst, enchanted at being all together again, the friends awaited his return.
There was no one in the whole group in a bad humor except Cardinal Mazarin.
LXXXVII
In Which We Begin to Think That Porthos Will Be at Last a Baron, and d’Artagnan a Captain
At the expiration of ten minutes Aramis arrived, accompanied by Grimaud and eight or ten followers. He was excessively delighted and threw himself into his friends’ arms.
“You are free, my brothers! free without my aid! and I shall have succeeded in doing nothing for you in spite of all my efforts.”
“Do not be unhappy, dear friend, on that account; if you have done nothing as yet, you will do something soon,” replied Athos.
“I had well concerted my plans,” pursued Aramis; “the coadjutor gave me sixty men; twenty guard the walls of the park, twenty the road from Rueil to Saint Germain, twenty are dispersed in the woods. Thus I was able, thanks to the strategic disposition of my forces, to intercept two couriers from Mazarin to the queen.”
Mazarin listened intently.
“But,” said d’Artagnan, “I trust that you honorably sent them back to Monsieur le Cardinal!”
“Ah, yes!” said Aramis, “toward him I should be very likely to practice such delicacy of sentiment! In one of the despatches the cardinal declares to the queen that the treasury is empty and that Her Majesty has no more money. In the other he announces that he is about to transport his prisoners to Melun, since Rueil seemed to him not sufficiently secure. You can understand, dear friend, with what hope I was inspired by that last letter. I placed myself in ambuscade with my sixty men; I encircled the castle; the riding horses I entrusted to Grimaud and I awaited your coming out, which I did not expect till tomorrow, and I didn’t hope to free you without a skirmish. You are free tonight, without fighting; so much the better! How did you manage to escape that scoundrel Mazarin? You must have much reason to complain of him.”
“Not very much,” said d’Artagnan.
“Really!”
“I might even say that we have some
