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Twenty Years After 31

Twenty Years After 31

In crossing the principal street in Derby the four friends perceived
Blaisois standing in the doorway of a handsome house. It was there a
lodging was prepared for them.

At the hour agreed upon Groslow came. D’Artagnan received him as he
would have done a friend of twenty years’ standing. Porthos scanned him
from head to foot and smiled when he discovered that in spite of the
blow he had administered to Parry’s brother, he was not nearly so strong
as himself. Athos and Aramis suppressed as well as they could the
disgust they felt in the presence of such coarseness and brutality.

In short, Groslow seemed to be pleased with his reception.

Athos and Aramis kept themselves to their role. At midnight they
withdrew to their chamber, the door of which was left open on the
pretext of kindly consideration. Furthermore, D’Artagnan went with them,
leaving Porthos at play with Groslow.

Porthos gained fifty pistoles from Groslow, and found him a more
agreeable companion than he had at first believed him to be.

As to Groslow, he promised himself that on the following evening he
would recover from D’Artagnan what he had lost to Porthos, and on
leaving reminded the Gascon of his appointment.

The next day was spent as usual. D’Artagnan went from Captain Groslow to
Colonel Harrison and from Colonel Harrison to his friends. To any one
not acquainted with him he seemed to be in his normal condition; but to
his friends--to Athos and Aramis--was apparent a certain feverishness in
his gayety.

"What is he contriving?" asked Aramis.

"Wait," said Athos.

Porthos said nothing, but he handled in his pocket the fifty pistoles he
had gained from Groslow with a degree of satisfaction which betrayed
itself in his whole bearing.

Arrived at Ryston, D’Artagnan assembled his friends. His face had lost
the expression of careless gayety it had worn like a mask the whole day.
Athos pinched Aramis’s hand.

"The moment is at hand," he said.

"Yes," returned D’Artagnan, who had overheard him, "to-night, gentlemen,
we rescue the king."

"D’Artagnan," said Athos, "this is no joke, I trust? It would quite cut
me up."

"You are a very odd man, Athos," he replied, "to doubt me thus. Where
and when have you seen me trifle with a friend’s heart and a king’s
life? I have told you, and I repeat it, that to-night we rescue Charles
I. You left it to me to discover the means and I have done so."

Porthos looked at D’Artagnan with an expression of profound admiration.
Aramis smiled as one who hopes. Athos was pale, and trembled in every
limb.

"Speak," said Athos.

"We are invited," replied D’Artagnan, "to pass the night with M.
Groslow. But do you know where?"

"No."

"In the king’s room."

"The king’s room?" cried Athos.

"Yes, gentlemen, in the king’s room. Groslow is on guard there this
evening, and to pass the time away he has invited us to keep him
company."

"All four of us?" asked Athos.

"Pardieu! certainly, all four; we couldn’t leave our prisoners, could
we?"

"Ah! ah!" said Aramis.

"Tell us about it," said Athos, palpitating.

"We are going, then, we two with our swords, you with daggers. We four
have got to master these eight fools and their stupid captain. Monsieur
Porthos, what do you say to that?"

"I say it is easy enough," answered Porthos.

"We dress the king in Groslow’s clothes. Mousqueton, Grimaud and
Blaisois have our horses saddled at the end of the first street. We
mount them and before daylight are twenty leagues distant."

Athos placed his two hands on D’Artagnan’s shoulders, and gazed at him
with his calm, sad smile.

"I declare, my friend," said he, "that there is not a creature under the
sky who equals you in prowess and in courage. Whilst we thought you
indifferent to our sorrows, which you couldn’t share without crime, you
alone among us have discovered what we were searching for in vain. I
repeat it, D’Artagnan, you are the best one among us; I bless and love
you, my dear son."

"And to think that I couldn’t find that out," said Porthos, scratching
his head; "it is so simple."

"But," said Aramis, "if I understand rightly we are to kill them all,
eh?"

Athos shuddered and turned pale.

"Mordioux!" answered D’Artagnan, "I believe we must. I confess I can
discover no other safe and satisfactory way."

"Let us see," said Aramis, "how are we to act?"

"I have arranged two plans. Firstly, at a given signal, which shall be
the words ’At last,’ you each plunge a dagger into the heart of the
soldier nearest to you. We, on our side, do the same. That will be four
killed. We shall then be matched, four against the remaining five. If
these five men give themselves up we gag them; if they resist, we kill
them. If by chance our Amphitryon changes his mind and receives only
Porthos and myself, why, then, we must resort to heroic measures and
each give two strokes instead of one. It will take a little longer time
and may make a greater disturbance, but you will be outside with swords
and will rush in at the proper time."

"But if you yourselves should be struck?" said Athos.

"Impossible!" said D’Artagnan; "those beer drinkers are too clumsy and
awkward. Besides, you will strike at the throat, Porthos; it kills as
quickly and prevents all outcry."

"Very good," said Porthos; "it will be a nice little throat cutting."

"Horrible, horrible," exclaimed Athos.

"Nonsense," said D’Artagnan; "you would do as much, Mr. Humanity, in a
battle. But if you think the king’s life is not worth what it must cost
there’s an end of the matter and I send to Groslow to say I am ill."

"No, you are right," said Athos.

At this moment a soldier entered to inform them that Groslow was waiting
for them.

"Where?" asked D’Artagnan.

"In the room of the English Nebuchadnezzar," replied the staunch
Puritan.

"Good," replied Athos, whose blood mounted to his face at the insult
offered to royalty; "tell the captain we are coming."

The Puritan then went out. The lackeys had been ordered to saddle eight
horses and to wait, keeping together and without dismounting, at the
corner of a street about twenty steps from the house where the king was
lodged.

It was nine o’clock in the evening; the sentinels had been relieved at
eight and Captain Groslow had been on guard for an hour. D’Artagnan and
Porthos, armed with their swords, and Athos and Aramis, each carrying a
concealed poniard, approached the house which for the time being was
Charles Stuart’s prison. The two latter followed their captors in the
humble guise of captives, without arms.

"Od’s bodikins," said Groslow, as the four friends entered, "I had
almost given you up."

D’Artagnan went up to him and whispered in his ear:

"The fact is, we, that is, Monsieur du Vallon and I, hesitated a
little."

"And why?"

D’Artagnan looked significantly toward Athos and Aramis.

"Aha," said Groslow; "on account of political opinions? No matter. On
the contrary," he added, laughing, "if they want to see their Stuart
they shall see him.

"Are we to pass the night in the king’s room?" asked D’Artagnan.

"No, but in the one next to it, and as the door will remain open it
comes to the same thing. Have you provided yourself with money? I assure
you I intend to play the devil’s game to-night."

D’Artagnan rattled the gold in his pockets.

"Very good," said Groslow, and opened the door of the room. "I will show
you the way," and he went in first.

D’Artagnan turned to look at his friends. Porthos was perfectly
indifferent; Athos, pale, but resolute; Aramis was wiping a slight
moisture from his brow.

The eight guards were at their posts. Four in the king’s room, two at
the door between the rooms and two at that by which the friends had
entered. Athos smiled when he saw their bare swords; he felt it was no
longer to be a butchery, but a fight, and he resumed his usual good
humor.

Charles was perceived through the door, lying dressed upon his bed, at
the head of which Parry was seated, reading in a low voice a chapter
from the Bible.

A candle of coarse tallow on a black table lighted up the handsome and
resigned face of the king and that of his faithful retainer, far less
calm.

From time to time Parry stopped, thinking the king, whose eyes were
closed, was really asleep, but Charles would open his eyes and say with
a smile:

"Go on, my good Parry, I am listening."

Groslow advanced to the door of the king’s room, replaced on his head
the hat he had taken off to receive his guests, looked for a moment
contemptuously at this simple, yet touching scene, then turning to
D’Artagnan, assumed an air of triumph at what he had achieved.

"Capital!" cried the Gascon, "you would make a distinguished general."

"And do you think," asked Groslow, "that Stuart will ever escape while I
am on guard?"

"No, to be sure," replied D’Artagnan; "unless, forsooth, the sky rains
friends upon him."

Groslow’s face brightened.

It is impossible to say whether Charles, who kept his eyes constantly
closed, had noticed the insolence of the Puritan captain, but the moment
he heard the clear tone of D’Artagnan’s voice his eyelids rose, in spite
of himself.

Parry, too, started and stopped reading.

"What are you thinking about?" said the king; "go on, my good Parry,
unless you are tired."

Parry resumed his reading.

On a table in the next room were lighted candles, cards, two dice-boxes,
and dice.

"Gentlemen," said Groslow, "I beg you will take your places. I will sit
facing Stuart, whom I like so much to see, especially where he now is,
and you, Monsieur d’Artagnan, opposite to me."

Athos turned red with rage. D’Artagnan frowned at him.

"That’s it," said D’Artagnan; "you, Monsieur le Comte de la Fere, to the
right of Monsieur Groslow. You, Chevalier d’Herblay, to his left. Du
Vallon next me. You’ll bet for me and those gentlemen for Monsieur
Groslow."

By this arrangement D’Artagnan could nudge Porthos with his knee and
make signs with his eyes to Athos and Aramis.

At the names Comte de la Fere and Chevalier d’Herblay, Charles opened
his eyes, and raising his noble head, in spite of himself, threw a
glance at all the actors in the scene.

At that moment Parry turned over several leaves of his Bible and read
with a loud voice this verse in Jeremiah:

"God said, ’Hear ye the words of the prophets my servants, whom I have
sent unto you.’"

The four friends exchanged glances. The words that Parry had read
assured them that their presence was understood by the king and was
assigned to its real motive. D’Artagnan’s eyes sparkled with joy.

"You asked me just now if I was in funds," said D’Artagnan, placing some
twenty pistoles upon the table. "Well, in my turn I advise you to keep a
sharp lookout on your treasure, my dear Monsieur Groslow, for I can tell
you we shall not leave this without robbing you of it."

"Not without my defending it," said Groslow.

"So much the better," said D’Artagnan. "Fight, my dear captain, fight.
You know or you don’t know, that that is what we ask of you."

"Oh! yes," said Groslow, bursting with his usual coarse laugh, "I know
you Frenchmen want nothing but cuts and bruises."

Charles had heard and understood it all. A slight color mounted to his
cheeks. The soldiers then saw him stretch his limbs, little by little,
and under the pretense of much heat throw off the Scotch plaid which
covered him.

Athos and Aramis started with delight to find that the king was lying
with his clothes on.

The game began. The luck had turned, and Groslow, having won some
hundred pistoles, was in the merriest possible humor.

Porthos, who had lost the fifty pistoles he had won the night before and
thirty more besides, was very cross and questioned D’Artagnan with a
nudge of the knee as to whether it would not soon be time to change the
game. Athos and Aramis looked at him inquiringly. But D’Artagnan
remained impassible.

It struck ten. They heard the guard going its rounds.

"How many rounds do they make a night?" asked D’Artagnan, drawing more
pistoles from his pocket.

"Five," answered Groslow, "one every two hours."

D’Artagnan glanced at Athos and Aramis and for the first time replied to
Porthos’s nudge of the knee by a nudge responsive. Meanwhile, the
soldiers whose duty it was to remain in the king’s room, attracted by
that love of play so powerful in all men, had stolen little by little
toward the table, and standing on tiptoe, lounged, watching the game,
over the shoulders of D’Artagnan and Porthos. Those on the other side
had followed their example, thus favoring the views of the four friends,
who preferred having them close at hand to chasing them about the
chamber. The two sentinels at the door still had their swords
unsheathed, but they were leaning on them while they watched the game.

Athos seemed to grow calm as the critical moment approached. With his
white, aristocratic hands he played with the louis, bending and
straightening them again, as if they were made of pewter. Aramis, less
self-controlled, fumbled continually with his hidden poniard. Porthos,
impatient at his continued losses, kept up a vigorous play with his
knee.

D’Artagnan turned, mechanically looking behind him, and between the
figures of two soldiers he could see Parry standing up and Charles
leaning on his elbow with his hands clasped and apparently offering a
fervent prayer to God.

D’Artagnan saw that the moment was come. He darted a preparatory glance
at Athos and Aramis, who slyly pushed their chairs a little back so as
to leave themselves more space for action. He gave Porthos a second
nudge of the knee and Porthos got up as if to stretch his legs and took
care at the same time to ascertain that his sword could be drawn
smoothly from the scabbard.

"Hang it!" cried D’Artagnan, "another twenty pistoles lost. Really,
Captain Groslow, you are too much in fortune’s way. This can’t last,"
and he drew another twenty from his pocket. "One more turn, captain;
twenty pistoles on one throw--only one, the last."

"Done for twenty," replied Groslow.

And he turned up two cards as usual, a king for D’Artagnan and an ace
for himself.

"A king," said D’Artagnan; "it’s a good omen, Master Groslow--look out
for the king."

And in spite of his extraordinary self-control there was a strange
vibration in the Gascon’s voice which made his partner start.

Groslow began turning the cards one after another. If he turned up an
ace first he won; if a king he lost.

He turned up a king.

"At last!" cried D’Artagnan.

At this word Athos and Aramis jumped up. Porthos drew back a step.
Daggers and swords were just about to shine, when suddenly the door was
thrown open and Harrison appeared in the doorway, accompanied by a man
enveloped in a large cloak. Behind this man could be seen the glistening
muskets of half a dozen soldiers.

Groslow jumped up, ashamed at being surprised in the midst of wine,
cards, and dice. But Harrison paid not the least attention to him, and
entering the king’s room, followed by his companion:

"Charles Stuart," said he, "an order has come to conduct you to London
without stopping day or night. Prepare yourself, then, to start at
once."

"And by whom is this order given?" asked the king.

"By General Oliver Cromwell. And here is Mr. Mordaunt, who has brought
it and is charged with its execution."

"Mordaunt!" muttered the four friends, exchanging glances.

D’Artagnan swept up the money that he and Porthos had lost and buried it
in his huge pocket. Athos and Aramis placed themselves behind him. At
this movement Mordaunt turned around, recognized them, and uttered an
exclamation of savage delight.

"I’m afraid we are prisoners," whispered D’Artagnan to his friend.

"Not yet," replied Porthos.

"Colonel, colonel," cried Mordaunt, "you are betrayed. These four
Frenchmen have escaped from Newcastle, and no doubt want to carry off
the king. Arrest them."

"Ah! my young man," said D’Artagnan, drawing his sword, "that is an
order sooner given than executed. Fly, friends, fly!" he added, whirling
his sword around him.

The next moment he darted to the door and knocked down two of the
soldiers who guarded it, before they had time to cock their muskets.
Athos and Aramis followed him. Porthos brought up the rear, and before
soldiers, officers, or colonel had time to recover their surprise all
four were in the street.

"Fire!" cried Mordaunt; "fire upon them!"

Three or four shots were fired, but with no other result than to show
the four fugitives turning the corner of the street safe and sound.

The horses were at the place fixed upon, and they leaped lightly into
their saddles.

"Forward!" cried D’Artagnan, "and spur for your dear lives!"

They galloped away and took the road they had come by in the morning,
namely, in the direction toward Scotland. A few hundred yards beyond the
town D’Artagnan drew rein.

"Halt!" he cried, "this time we shall be pursued. We must let them leave
the village and ride after us on the northern road, and when they have
passed we will take the opposite direction."

There was a stream close by and a bridge across it.

D’Artagnan led his horse under the arch of the bridge. The others
followed. Ten minutes later they heard the rapid gallop of a troop of
horsemen. A few minutes more and the troop passed over their heads.




62. London.


As soon as the noise of the hoofs was lost in the distance D’Artagnan
remounted the bank of the stream and scoured the plain, followed by his
three friends, directing their course, as well as they could guess,
toward London.

"This time," said D’Artagnan, when they were sufficiently distant to
proceed at a trot, "I think all is lost and we have nothing better to do
than to reach France. What do you say, Athos, to that proposition? Isn’t
it reasonable?"

"Yes, dear friend," Athos replied, "but you said a word the other day
that was more than reasonable--it was noble and generous. You said, ’Let
us die here!’ I recall to you that word."

"Oh," said Porthos, "death is nothing: it isn’t death that can disquiet
us, since we don’t know what it is. What troubles me is the idea of
defeat. As things are turning out, I foresee that we must give battle to
London, to the provinces, to all England, and certainly in the end we
can’t fail to be beaten."

"We ought to witness this great tragedy even to its last scene," said
Athos. "Whatever happens, let us not leave England before the crisis.
Don’t you agree with me, Aramis?"

"Entirely, my dear count. Then, too, I confess I should not be sorry to
come across Mordaunt again. It appears to me that we have an account to
settle with him, and that it is not our custom to leave a place without
paying our debts, of this kind, at least."

"Ah! that’s another thing," said D’Artagnan, "and I should not mind
waiting in London a whole year for a chance of meeting this Mordaunt in
question. Only let us lodge with some one on whom we can count; for I
imagine, just now, that Noll Cromwell would not be inclined to trifle
with us. Athos, do you know any inn in the whole town where one can find
white sheets, roast beef reasonably cooked, and wine which is not made
of hops and gin?"

"I think I know what you want," replied Athos. "De Winter took us to the
house of a Spaniard, who, he said, had become naturalized as an
Englishman by the guineas of his new compatriots. What do you say to it,
Aramis?"

"Why, the idea of taking quarters with Senor Perez seems to me very
reasonable, and for my part I agree to it. We will invoke the
remembrance of that poor De Winter, for whom he seemed to have a great
regard; we will tell him that we have come as amateurs to see what is
going on; we will spend with him a guinea each per day; and I think that
by taking all these precautions we can be quite undisturbed."

"You forget, Aramis, one precaution of considerable importance."

"What is that?"

"The precaution of changing our clothes."

"Changing our clothes!" exclaimed Porthos. "I don’t see why; we are very
comfortable in those we wear."

"To prevent recognition," said D’Artagnan. "Our clothes have a cut which
would proclaim the Frenchman at first sight. Now, I don’t set sufficient
store on the cut of my jerkin to risk being hung at Tyburn or sent for
change of scene to the Indies. I shall buy a chestnut-colored suit. I’ve
remarked that your Puritans revel in that color."

"But can you find your man?" said Aramis to Athos.

"Oh! to be sure, yes. He lives at the Bedford Tavern, Greenhall Street.
Besides, I can find my way about the city with my eyes shut."

"I wish we were already there," said D’Artagnan; "and my advice is that
we reach London before daybreak, even if we kill our horses."

"Come on, then," said Athos, "for unless I am mistaken in my
calculations we have only eight or ten leagues to go."

The friends urged on their horses and arrived, in fact, at about five
o’clock in the morning. They were stopped and questioned at the gate by
which they sought to enter the city, but Athos replied, in excellent
English, that they had been sent forward by Colonel Harrison to announce
to his colleague, Monsieur Bridge, the approach of the king. That reply
led to several questions about the king’s capture, and Athos gave
details so precise and positive that if the gatekeepers had any
suspicions they vanished completely. The way was therefore opened to the
four friends with all sorts of Puritan congratulations.

Athos was right. He went direct to the Bedford Tavern, and the host, who
recognized him, was delighted to see him again with such a numerous and
promising company.

Though it was scarcely daylight our four travelers found the town in a
great bustle, owing to the reported approach of Harrison and the king.

The plan of changing their clothes was unanimously adopted. The landlord
sent out for every description of garment, as if he wanted to fit up his
wardrobe. Athos chose a black coat, which gave him the appearance of a
respectable citizen. Aramis, not wishing to part with his sword,
selected a dark-blue cloak of a military cut. Porthos was seduced by a
wine-colored doublet and sea-green breeches. D’Artagnan, who had fixed
on his color beforehand, had only to select the shade, and looked in his
chestnut suit exactly like a retired sugar dealer.

"Now," said D’Artagnan, "for the actual man. We must cut off our hair,
that the populace may not insult us. As we no longer wear the sword of
the gentleman we may as well have the head of the Puritan. This, as you
know, is the important point of distinction between the Covenanter and
the Cavalier."

After some discussion this was agreed to and Mousqueton played the role
of barber.

"We look hideous," said Athos.

"And smack of the Puritan to a frightful extent," said Aramis.

"My head feels actually cold," said Porthos.

"As for me, I feel anxious to preach a sermon," said D’Artagnan.

"Now," said Athos, "that we cannot even recognize one another and have
therefore no fear of others recognizing us, let us go and see the king’s
entrance."

They had not been long in the crowd before loud cries announced the
king’s arrival. A carriage had been sent to meet him, and the gigantic
Porthos, who stood a head above the entire rabble, soon announced that
he saw the royal equipage approaching. D’Artagnan raised himself on
tiptoe, and as the carriage passed, saw Harrison at one window and
Mordaunt at the other.

The next day, Athos, leaning out of his window, which looked upon the
most populous part of the city, heard the Act of Parliament, which
summoned the ex-king, Charles I., to the bar, publicly cried.

"Parliament indeed!" cried Athos. "Parliament can never have passed such
an act as that."

At this moment the landlord came in.

"Did parliament pass this act?" Athos asked of him in English.

"Yes, my lord, the pure parliament."

"What do you mean by ’the pure parliament’? Are there, then, two
parliaments?"

"My friend," D’Artagnan interrupted, "as I don’t understand English and
we all understand Spanish, have the kindness to speak to us in that
language, which, since it is your own, you must find pleasure in using
when you have the chance."

"Ah! excellent!" said Aramis.

As to Porthos, all his attention was concentrated on the allurements of
the breakfast table.

"You were asking, then?" said the host in Spanish.

"I asked," said Athos, in the same language, "if there are two
parliaments, a pure and an impure?"

"Why, how extraordinary!" said Porthos, slowly raising his head and
looking at his friends with an air of astonishment, "I understand
English, then! I understand what you say!"

"That is because we are talking Spanish, my dear friend," said Athos.

"Oh, the devil!" said Porthos, "I am sorry for that; it would have been
one language more."

"When I speak of the pure parliament," resumed the host, "I mean the one
which Colonel Bridge has weeded."

"Ah! really," said D’Artagnan, "these people are very ingenious. When I
go back to France I must suggest some such convenient course to Cardinal
Mazarin and the coadjutor. One of them will weed the parliament in the
name of the court, and the other in the name of the people; and then
there won’t be any parliament at all."

"And who is this Colonel Bridge?" asked Aramis, "and how does he go to
work to weed the parliament?"

"Colonel Bridge," replied the Spaniard, "is a retired wagoner, a man of
much sense, who made one valuable observation whilst driving his team,
namely, that where there happened to be a stone on the road, it was much
easier to remove the stone than try and make the wheel pass over it.
Now, of two hundred and fifty-one members who composed the parliament,
there were one hundred and ninety-one who were in the way and might have
upset his political wagon. He took them up, just as he formerly used to
take up the stones from the road, and threw them out of the house."

"Neat," remarked D’Artagnan. "Very!"

"And all these one hundred and ninety-one were Royalists?" asked Athos.

"Without doubt, senor; and you understand that they would have saved the
king."

"To be sure," said Porthos, with majestic common sense; "they were in
the majority."

"And you think," said Aramis, "he will consent to appear before such a
tribunal?"

"He will be forced to do so," smiled the Spaniard.

"Now, Athos!" said D’Artagnan, "do you begin to believe that it’s a
ruined cause, and that what with your Harrisons, Joyces, Bridges and
Cromwells, we shall never get the upper hand?"

"The king will be delivered at the tribunal," said Athos; "the very
silence of his supporters indicates that they are at work."

D’Artagnan shrugged his shoulders.

"But," said Aramis, "if they dare to condemn their king, it can only be
to exile or imprisonment."

D’Artagnan whistled a little air of incredulity.

"We shall see," said Athos, "for we shall go to the sittings, I
presume."

"You will not have long to wait," said the landlord; "they begin
to-morrow."

"So, then, they drew up the indictments before the king was taken?"

"Of course," said D’Artagnan; "they began the day he was sold."

"And you know," said Aramis, "that it was our friend Mordaunt who made,
if not the bargain, at least the overtures."

"And you know," added D’Artagnan, "that whenever I catch him I will kill
him, this Mordaunt."

"And I, too," exclaimed Porthos.

"And I, too," added Aramis.

"Touching unanimity!" cried D’Artagnan, "which well becomes good
citizens like us. Let us take a turn around the town and imbibe a little
fog."

"Yes," said Porthos, "’twill be at least a little change from beer."




63. The Trial.


The next morning King Charles I. was haled by a strong guard before the
high court which was to judge him. All London was crowding to the doors
of the house. The throng was terrific, and it was not till after much
pushing and some fighting that our friends reached their destination.
When they did so they found the three lower rows of benches already
occupied; but being anxious not to be too conspicuous, all, with the
exception of Porthos, who had a fancy to display his red doublet, were
quite satisfied with their places, the more so as chance had brought
them to the centre of their row, so that they were exactly opposite the
arm-chair prepared for the royal prisoner.

Toward eleven o’clock the king entered the hall, surrounded by guards,
but wearing his head covered, and with a calm expression turned to every
side with a look of complete assurance, as if he were there to preside
at an assembly of submissive subjects, rather than to meet the
accusations of a rebel court.

The judges, proud of having a monarch to humiliate, evidently prepared
to enjoy the right they had arrogated to themselves, and sent an officer
to inform the king that it was customary for the accused to uncover his
head.

Charles, without replying a single word, turned his head in another
direction and pulled his felt hat over it. Then when the officer was
gone he sat down in the arm-chair opposite the president and struck his
boots with a little cane which he carried in his hand. Parry, who
accompanied him, stood behind him.

D’Artagnan was looking at Athos, whose face betrayed all those emotions
which the king, possessing more self-control, had banished from his own.
This agitation in one so cold and calm as Athos, frightened him.

"I hope," he whispered to him, "that you will follow his majesty’s
example and not get killed for your folly in this den."

"Set your mind at rest," replied Athos.

"Aha!" continued D’Artagnan, "it is clear that they are afraid of
something or other; for look, the sentinels are being reinforced. They
had only halberds before, now they have muskets. The halberds were for
the audience in the rear; the muskets are for us."

"Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty-five men," said Porthos, counting the
reinforcements.

"Ah!" said Aramis, "but you forget the officer."

D’Artagnan grew pale with rage. He recognized Mordaunt, who with bare
sword was marshalling the musketeers behind the king and opposite the
benches.

"Do you think they have recognized us?" said D’Artagnan. "In that case I
should beat a retreat. I don’t care to be shot in a box."

"No," said Aramis, "he has not seen us. He sees no one but the king. Mon
Dieu! how he stares at him, the insolent dog! Does he hate his majesty
as much as he does us?"

"Pardi," answered Athos "we only carried off his mother; the king has
spoiled him of his name and property."

"True," said Aramis; "but silence! the president is speaking to the
king."

"Stuart," Bradshaw was saying, "listen to the roll call of your judges
and address to the court any observations you may have to make."

The king turned his head away, as if these words had not been intended
for him. Bradshaw waited, and as there was no reply there was a moment
of silence.

Out of the hundred and sixty-three members designated there were only
seventy-three present, for the rest, fearful of taking part in such an
act, had remained away.

When the name of Colonel Fairfax was called, one of those brief but
solemn silences ensued, which announced the absence of the members who
had no wish to take a personal part in the trial.

"Colonel Fairfax," repeated Bradshaw.

"Fairfax," answered a laughing voice, the silvery tone of which betrayed
it as that of a woman, "is not such a fool as to be here."

A loud laugh followed these words, pronounced with that boldness which
women draw from their own weakness--a weakness which removes them beyond
the power of vengeance.

"It is a woman’s voice," cried Aramis; "faith, I would give a good deal
if she is young and pretty." And he mounted on the bench to try and get
a sight of her.

"By my soul," said Aramis, "she is charming. Look D’Artagnan; everybody
is looking at her; and in spite of Bradshaw’s gaze she has not turned
pale."

"It is Lady Fairfax herself," said D’Artagnan. "Don’t you remember,
Porthos, we saw her at General Cromwell’s?"

The roll call continued.

"These rascals will adjourn when they find that they are not in
sufficient force," said the Comte de la Fere.

"You don’t know them. Athos, look at Mordaunt’s smile. Is that the look
of a man whose victim is likely to escape him? Ah, cursed basilisk, it
will be a happy day for me when I can cross something more than a look
with you."

"The king is really very handsome," said Porthos; "and look, too, though
he is a prisoner, how carefully he is dressed. The feather in his hat is
worth at least five-and-twenty pistoles. Look at it, Aramis."

The roll call finished, the president ordered them to read the act of
accusation. Athos turned pale. A second time he was disappointed in his
expectation. Notwithstanding the judges were so few the trial was to
continue; the king then, was condemned in advance.

"I told you so, Athos," said D’Artagnan, shrugging his shoulders. "Now
take your courage in both hands and hear what this gentleman in black is
going to say about his sovereign, with full license and privilege."

Never till then had a more brutal accusation or meaner insults tarnished
kingly majesty.

Charles listened with marked attention, passing over the insults, noting
the grievances, and, when hatred overflowed all bounds and the accuser
turned executioner beforehand, replying with a smile of lofty scorn.

"The fact is," said D’Artagnan, "if men are punished for imprudence and
triviality, this poor king deserves punishment. But it seems to me that
that which he is just now undergoing is hard enough."

"In any case," Aramis replied, "the punishment should fall not on the
king, but on his ministers; for the first article of the constitution is, ’The king can do no wrong.’"

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