The Vicomte de Bragelonne

  CHAPTER X.

  IN WHICH THE READER WILL BE DELIGHTED TO FIND THAT PORTHOS HAS LOSTNOTHING OF HIS STRENGTH.

  D'Artagnan had, according to his usual style, calculated that every houris worth sixty minutes, and every minute worth sixty seconds. Thanks tothis perfectly exact calculation of minutes and seconds, he reached thesurintendant's door at the very moment the soldier was leaving it withhis belt empty. D'Artagnan presented himself at the door, which a porterwith a profusely embroidered livery held half-opened for him. D'Artagnanwould very much have liked to enter without giving his name, but thiswas impossible, and so he gave it. Notwithstanding this concession,which ought to have removed every difficulty in the way, at leastD'Artagnan thought so, the concierge hesitated; however, at the secondrepetition of the title, captain of the king's guards, the concierge,without quite leaving the passage clear for him, ceased to bar itcompletely. D'Artagnan understood that orders of the most positivecharacter had been given. He decided, therefore, to tell a falsehood--acircumstance, moreover, which did not very seriously affect his peace ofmind, when he saw that, beyond the falsehood, the safety of the stateitself, or even purely and simply his own individual personal interest,might be at stake. He moreover added, to the declarations which he hadalready made, that the soldier sent to M. de Valon was his ownmessenger, and that the only object that letter had in view was toannounce his intended arrival. From that moment, no one opposedD'Artagnan's entrance any further, and he entered accordingly. A valetwished to accompany him, but he answered that it was useless to takethat trouble on his account, inasmuch as he knew perfectly well where M.de Valon was. There was nothing, of course, to say to a man sothoroughly and completely informed on all points, and D'Artagnan waspermitted therefore to do as he liked. The terraces, the magnificentapartments, the gardens, were all reviewed and narrowly inspected by themusketeer. He walked for a quarter of an hour in this more than royalresidence, which included as many wonders as articles of furniture, andas many servants as there were columns and doors. "Decidedly," he saidto himself, "this mansion has no other limits than the limits of theearth. Is it probable Porthos has taken it into his head to go back toPierrefonds without even leaving M. Fouquet's house?" He finally reacheda remote part of the chateau inclosed by a stone wall, which was coveredwith a profusion of thick plants, luxuriant in blossoms as large andsolid as fruit. At equal distances on the top of this wall were placedvarious statues in timid or mysterious attitudes. These were vestalshidden beneath the long Greek peplum, with its thick, heavy folds: agilewatchers, covered with their marble veils and guarding the palace withtheir furtive glances. A statue of Hermes, with his finger on his lips;one of Iris, with extended wings; another of Night, sprinkled all overwith poppies, dominated in the gardens and the outbuilding's, whichcould be seen through the trees. All these statues threw in white relieftheir profiles upon the dark ground of the tall cypresses, which dartedtheir black summits toward the sky. Around these cypresses were entwinedclimbing roses, whose flowering rings were fastened to every fork ofevery branch, and spread over the lower branches and upon the variousstatues showers of flowers of the richest fragrance. These enchantmentsseemed to the musketeer the result of the greatest efforts of the humanmind. He felt in a dreamy, almost poetical, frame of mind. The idea thatPorthos was living in so perfect an Eden gave him a higher idea ofPorthos, showing how true it is, that even the very highest orders ofminds are not quite exempt from the influence of surroundingcircumstances. D'Artagnan found the door, and at the door a kind ofspring which he detected; having touched it, the door flew open.D'Artagnan entered, closed the door behind him, and advanced into apavilion built in a circular form, in which no other sound could beheard but cascades and the songs of birds. At the door of the pavilionhe met a lackey.

  "It is here, I believe," said D'Artagnan, without hesitation, "that M.le Baron de Vallon is staying?"

  "Yes, monsieur," answered the lackey.

  "Have the goodness to tell him that M. le Chevalier d'Artagnan, captainof the king's musketeers, is waiting to see him."

  D'Artagnan was introduced into the salon, and had not long to remain inexpectation; a well-remembered step shook the floor of the adjoiningroom; a door opened, or rather flew open, and Porthos appeared, andthrew himself into his friend's arms with a sort of embarrassment whichdid not ill become him. "You here?" he exclaimed.

  "And you?" replied D'Artagnan. "Ah, you sly fellow!"

  "Yes," said Porthos, with a somewhat embarrassed smile; "yes, you see Iam staying in M. Fouquet's house, at which you are not a littlesurprised, I suppose?"

  "Not at all; why should you not be one of M. Fouquet's friends? M.Fouquet has a very large number, particularly among clever men."

  Porthos had the modesty not to take the compliment to himself."Besides," he added, "you saw me at Belle-Isle."

  "A greater reason for my believing you to be one of M. Fouquet'sfriends."

  "The fact is, I am acquainted with him," said Porthos, with a certainembarrassment of manner.

  "Ah, friend Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "how treacherously you havebehaved toward me."

  "In what way?" exclaimed Porthos.

  "What! you complete so admirable a work as the fortifications ofBelle-Isle, and you did not tell me of it!" Porthos colored. "Nay, morethan that," continued D'Artagnan, "you saw me out yonder, you know I amin the king's service, and yet you could not guess that the king,jealously desirous of learning the name of the man whose abilities havewrought a work of which he has heard the most wonderful accounts--youcould not guess, I say, that the king sent me to learn who this manwas?"

  "What! the king sent you to learn--"

  "Of course; but don't let us speak of that any more."

  "Not speak of it!" said Porthos; "on the contrary, we will speak of it;and so the king knew that we were fortifying Belle-Isle?"

  "Of course; does not the king know everything?"

  "But he did not know who was fortifying it."

  "No, he only suspected, from what he had been told of the nature of theworks, that it was some celebrated soldier or another."

  "The devil!" said Porthos, "if I had only known that!"

  "You would not have run away from Vannes as you did, perhaps?"

  "No; what did you say when you couldn't find me?"

  "My dear fellow, I reflected."

  "Ah, indeed; you reflect, do you? Well, and what has that reflection ledto?"

  "It led me to guess the whole truth."

  "Come, then, tell me, what did you guess after all?" said Porthos,settling himself into an armchair and assuming the airs of a sphinx.

  "I guessed, in the first place, that you were fortifying Belle-Isle."

  "There was no great difficulty in that, for you saw me at work."

  "Wait a minute; I also guessed something else--that you were fortifyingBelle-Isle by M. Fouquet's orders."

  "That's true."

  "But not all. Whenever I feel myself in train for guessing, I do notstop on my road; and so I guessed that M. Fouquet wished to preserve themost absolute secrecy respecting these fortifications."

  "I believe that was his intention, in fact," said Porthos.

  "Yes; but do you know why he wished to keep it secret?"

  "Because it should not be known, perhaps," said Porthos.

  "That was his principal reason. But his wish was subservient to anaffair of generosity--"

  "In fact," said Porthos, "I have heard it said that M. Fouquet was avery generous man."

  "To an affair of generosity which he wished to exhibit toward the king."

  "Oh, oh!"

  "You seem surprised at it?"

  "Yes."

  "And you did not know that?"

  "No."

  "Well, I know it, then."

  "You're a wizard."

  "Not in the slightest degree."

  "How do you know it, then?"

  "By a very simple means. I heard M. Fouquet himself say so to the king."

  "Say what
to the king?"

  "That he had fortified Belle-Isle on his majesty's account, and that hemade him a present of Belle-Isle."

  "And you heard M. Fouquet say that to the king?"

  "In those very words. He even added:

  "'Belle-Isle has been fortified by an engineer, one of my friends, a manof a great deal of merit, whom I shall ask your majesty's permission topresent to you.'

  "'What is his name?' said the king.

  "'The Baron de Vallon,' M. Fouquet replied.

  "'Very well,' returned his majesty, 'you will present him to me.'"

  "The king said that?"

  "Upon the word of a D'Artagnan!"

  "Oh, oh!" said Porthos. "Why have I not been presented, then?"

  "Have they not spoken to you about this presentation?"

  "Yes, certainly; but I am always kept waiting for it."

  "Be easy, it will be sure to come."

  "Humph! humph!" grumbled Porthos, which D'Artagnan pretended not tohear; and, changing the conversation, he said, "You seem to be living ina very solitary place here, my dear fellow?"

  "I always preferred retirement. I am of a melancholy disposition,"replied Porthos, with a sigh.

  "Really, that is odd," said D'Artagnan; "I never remarked that before."

  "It is only since I have taken to reading," said Porthos, with athoughtful air.

  "But the labors of the mind have not affected the health of the body, Itrust?"

  "Not in the slightest degree."

  "Your strength is as great as ever?"

  "Too great, my friend, too great."

  "Ah! I had heard that, for a short time after your arrival--"

  "That I could hardly move a limb, I suppose?"

  "How was it?" said D'Artagnan, smiling; "and why was it you could notmove?"

  Porthos, perceiving that he had made a mistake, wished to correct it."Yes, I came from Belle-Isle here upon very hard horses," he said, "andthat fatigued me."

  "I am no longer astonished, then, since I, who followed you, found sevenor eight lying dead on the road."

  "I am very heavy, you know," said Porthos.

  "So that you were bruised all over."

  "My fat melted, and that made me very ill."

  "Poor Porthos! But how did Aramis act toward you under thosecircumstances?"

  "Very well indeed. He had me attended to by M. Fouquet's own doctor. Butjust imagine, at the end of a week I could not breathe any longer."

  "What do you mean?"

  "The room was too small, I absorbed too much air."

  "Indeed?"

  "I was told so, at least; and so I was removed into another apartment."

  "Where you were able to breathe that time, I hope."

  "Yes, more freely; but no exercise--nothing to do. The doctor pretendedthat I was not to stir; I, on the contrary, felt that I was strongerthan ever; that was the cause of a very serious accident."

  "What accident?"

  "Fancy, my dear fellow, that I revolted against the directions of thatass of a doctor, and I resolved to go out, whether it suited him or not;and, consequently, I told the valet who waited on me to bring me myclothes."

  "You were quite naked, then?"

  "Oh, no! on the contrary, I had a magnificent dressing-gown to wear; thelackey obeyed; I dressed myself in my own clothes, which had become toolarge for me; but a strange circumstance had happened--my feet hadbecome too large."

  "Yes, I quite understand."

  "And my boots had become too small."

  "You mean your feet were still swollen."

  "Exactly; you have hit it."

  "Pardieu! And is that the accident you were going to tell me about?"

  "Oh yes! I did not make the same reflection you have done. I said tomyself: 'Since my feet have entered my boots ten times, there is noreason why they should not go in an eleventh.'"

  "Allow me to tell you, my dear Porthos, that, on this occasion, youfailed in your logic."

  "In short, then, they placed me opposite to a part of the room whichwas partitioned; I tried to get my boot on; I pulled it with my hands, Ipushed with all the strength of the muscles of my leg, making the mostunheard-of efforts, when suddenly, the two tags of my boot remained inmy hands, and my foot struck out like a catapult."

  "Catapult! how learned you are in fortifications, dear Porthos."

  "My foot darted out like a catapult, and came against the partition,which it broke in; I really thought that, like Samson, I had demolishedthe temple. And the number of pictures, the quantity of china, vases offlowers, carpets, and window-poles, which fell down was reallywonderful."

  "Indeed!"

  "Without reckoning that, on the other side of the partition, was a smalltable laden with porcelain--"

  "Which you knocked over?"

  "Which I dashed to the other side of the room," said Porthos, laughing.

  "Upon my word, it is, as you say, astonishing," replied D'Artagnan,beginning to laugh also; whereupon Porthos laughed louder than ever.

  "I broke," said Porthos, in a voice half-choked from his increasingmirth, "more than three thousand francs worth of china--oh! oh! oh!"

  "Good!" said D'Artagnan.

  "I smashed more than four thousand francs worth of glass--oh! oh! oh!"

  "Excellent."

  "Without counting a luster, which fell on my head and was broken into athousand pieces--oh! oh! oh!"

  "Upon your head?" said D'Artagnan, holding his sides.

  "On the top."

  "But your head was broken, I suppose?"

  "No, since I tell you, on the contrary, my dear fellow, that it was theluster which was broken like glass, as it was, indeed."

  "Ah! the luster was glass, you say."

  "Venetian glass! a perfect curiosity, quite matchless, indeed, andweighed two hundred pounds."

  "And which fell upon your head!"

  "Upon my head. Just imagine, a globe of crystal, gilded all over, thelower part beautifully incrusted, perfumes burning at the top, and jetsfrom which flame issued when they were lighted."

  "I quite understand; but they were not lighted at the time, I suppose?"

  "Happily not, or I should have been set on fire."

  "And you were only knocked down flat, instead?"

  "Not at all."

  "How, not at all?"

  "Why the luster fell on my skull. It appears that we have upon the topof our heads an exceedingly thick crust."

  "Who told you that, Porthos?"

  "The doctor. A sort of dome which would bear Notre-Dame, at Paris."

  "Bah!"

  "Yes, it seems that our skulls are made in that manner."

  "Speak for yourself, my dear fellow, it is your own skull that is madein that manner, and not the skulls of other people."

  "Well, that may be so," said Porthos, conceitedly, "so much, however,was that the case, in my instance, that no soon did the luster fall uponthe dome which we have at the top of our head, than there was a reportlike a cannon, the crystal was broken to pieces, and I fell, coveredfrom head to foot."

  "With blood, poor Porthos!"

  "Not at all; with perfumes, which smelled like rich creams; it wasdelicious, but the odor was too strong, and I felt quite giddy from it;perhaps you have experienced it sometimes yourself, D'Artagnan?"

  "Yes, in inhaling the scent of the lily of the valley; so that, my poorfriend, you were knocked over by the shock and overpowered by the odor?"

  "Yes; but what is very remarkable, for the doctor told me he had neverseen anything like it--"

  "You had a bump on your head, I suppose?" interrupted D'Artagnan.

  "I had five."

  "Why five?"

  "I will tell you; the luster had, at its lower extremity, five giltornaments, excessively sharp."

  "Oh!"

  "Well, these five ornaments penetrated my hair, which, as you see, Iwear very thick."

  "Fortunately so."

  "And they made a mark on my skin. But just notice the
singularity of it,these things seem really only to happen to me! Instead of makingindentations, they made bumps. The doctor could never succeed inexplaining that to me satisfactorily."

  "Well, then, I will explain it to you."

  "You will do me a great service if you will," said Porthos, winking hiseyes, which, with him, was a sign of profoundest attention.

  "Since you have been employing your brain in studies of an exaltedcharacter, in important calculations, and so on, the head has gained acertain advantage, so that your head is now too full of science."

  "Do you think so?"

  "I am sure of it. The result is, that, instead of allowing any foreignmatter to penetrate the interior of the head, your bony box or skull,which is already too full, avails itself of the openings which are madein it, allowing this excess to escape."

  "Ah!" said Porthos, to whom this explanation appeared clearer than thatof the doctor.

  "The five protuberances, caused by the five ornaments of the luster,must certainly have been scientific masses, brought to the surface bythe force of circumstances."

  "In fact," said Porthos, "the real truth is, that I felt far worseoutside my head than inside. I will even confess, that when I put my hatupon my head, clapping it on my head with that graceful energy which wegentlemen of the sword possess, if my fist was not very gently applied,I experienced the most painful sensations."

  "I quite believe you, Porthos."

  "Therefore, my friend," said the giant, "M. Fouquet decided, seeing howslightly-built the house was, to give me another lodging, and so theybrought me here."

  "It is the private park, I think, is it not?"

  "Yes."

  "Where the rendezvous are made: that park, indeed, which is socelebrated in some of those mysterious stories about the surintendant."

  "I don't know; I have had no rendezvous or heard mysterious storiesmyself, but they have authorized me to exercise my muscles, and I takeadvantage of the permission by rooting up some of the trees."

  "What for?"

  "To keep my hand in, and also to take some bird's-nests; I find thatmore convenient than climbing up the trees."

  "You are as pastoral as Tircis, my dear Porthos."

  "Yes, I like the small eggs; I like them very much better than largerones. You have no idea how delicate an omelette is, if made of four orfive hundred eggs of linnets, chaffinches, starlings, blackbirds andthrushes."

  "But five hundred eggs is perfectly monstrous!"

  "A salad-bowl will hold them easily enough," said Porthos.

  D'Artagnan looked at Porthos admiringly for full five minutes, as if hehad seen him for the first time, while Porthos spread himself outjoyously and proudly. They remained in this state several minutes,Porthos smiling, and D'Artagnan looking at him. D'Artagnan was evidentlytrying to give the conversation a new turn. "Do you amuse yourself muchhere, Porthos?" he asked, at last, very likely after he had found outwhat he was searching for.

  "Not always."

  "I can imagine that; but when you get thoroughly bored, by-and-by, whatdo you intend to do?"

  "Oh! I shall not be here for any length of time. Aramis is waiting untilthe last bump on my head disappears, in order to present me to the king,who I am told cannot endure the sight of a bump."

  "Aramis is still in Paris, then?"

  "No."

  "Whereabouts is he, then?"

  "At Fontainebleau."

  "Alone?"

  "With M. Fouquet."

  "Very good. But do you happen to know one thing?"

  "No, tell it me, and then I shall know."

  "Well, then, I think that Aramis is forgetting you."

  "Do you really think so?"

  "Yes; for at Fontainebleau yonder, you must know, they are laughing,dancing, banqueting and drawing the corks of M. de Mazarin's wine infine style. Are you aware that they have a ballet every evening there?"

  "The deuce they have!"

  "I assure you that your dear Aramis is forgetting you."

  "Well, that is not at all unlikely, and I have myself thought sosometimes."

  "Unless he is playing you a trick, the sly fellow!"

  "Oh!"

  "You know that Aramis is as sly as a fox."

  "Yes, but to play me a trick--"

  "Listen; in the first place, he puts you under a sort of sequestration."

  "He sequestrates me! Do you mean to say I am sequestrated?"

  "I think so."

  "I wish you would have the goodness to prove that to me."

  "Nothing easier. Do you ever go out?"

  "Never."

  "Do you ever ride on horseback?"

  "Never."

  "Are your friends allowed to come and see you?"

  "Never."

  "Very well, then; never to go out, never to ride on horseback, never tobe allowed to see your friends, that is called being sequestrated."

  "But why should Aramis sequestrate me?" inquired Porthos.

  "Come," said D'Artagnan, "be frank, Porthos."

  "As gold."

  "It was Aramis who drew the plan of the fortifications at Belle-Isle,was it not?"

  Porthos colored as he said, "Yes; but that was all that he did."

  "Exactly, and my own opinion is that it was no very great affair afterall."

  "That is mine, too."

  "Very good; I am delighted we are of the same opinion."

  "He never even came to Belle-Isle," said Porthos.

  "There now, you see."

  "It was I who went to Vannes, as you may have seen."

  "Say, rather, as I did see. Well, that is precisely the state of thecase, my dear Porthos. Aramis, who only drew the plans, wishes to passhimself off as the engineer, while you, who, stone by stone, built thewall, the citadel, and the bastions, he wishes to reduce to the rank ofa mere builder."

  "By builder, you mean mason, perhaps?"

  "Mason; the very word."

  "Plasterer, in fact?"

  "Precisely."

  "A laborer?"

  "Exactly."

  "Oh! oh! my dear Aramis, you seem to think you are only five-and-twentyyears of age still."

  "Yes, and that is not all, for he believes you are fifty."

  "I should have amazingly liked to have seen him at work."

  "Yes, indeed."

  "A fellow who has got the gout!"

  "Yes."

  "Who has lost three of his teeth!"

  "Four."

  "While I, look at mine." And Porthos, opening his large mouth very wide,displayed two rows of teeth rather less white than snow, but as even,hard, and sound as ivory.

  "You can hardly believe, Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "what a fancy theking has for good teeth. Yours decide me; I will present you to the kingmyself."

  "You?"

  "Why not? Do you think I have less credit at court than Aramis?"

  "Oh no!"

  "Do you think that I have the slightest pretensions upon thefortifications at Belle-Isle?"

  "Certainly not."

  "It is your own interest alone which would induce me to do it."

  "I don't doubt it in the least."

  "Well! I am the intimate friend of the king; and a proof of that is,that whenever there is anything disagreeable to tell him, it is I whohave to do it."

  "But, dear D'Artagnan, if you present me--"

  "Well!"

  "Aramis will be angry."

  "With me?"

  "No, with me."

  "Bah! whether he or I present you, since you are to be presented, whatdoes it matter?"

  "They were going to get me some clothes made."

  "Your own are splendid."

  "Oh! those I had ordered were far more beautiful."

  "Take care; the king likes simplicity."

  "In that case, I will be simple. But what will M. Fouquet say, when helearns that I have left?"

  "Are you a prisoner, then, on parole?"

  "No, not quite that. But I promised him I would not leave wit
houtletting him know."

  "Wait a minute, we shall return to that presently. Have you anything todo here?"

  "I, nothing; nothing of any importance, at least."

  "Unless, indeed, you are Aramis' representative for something ofimportance."

  "By no means."

  "What I tell you, pray understand that, is out of interest for you. Isuppose, for instance, that you are commissioned to send messages andletters to him?"

  "Ah! letters, yes. I send certain letters to him."

  "Where?"

  "To Fontainebleau."

  "Have you any letters, then?"

  "But--"

  "Nay, let me speak. Have you any letters, I say?"

  "I have just received one for him."

  "Interesting?"

  "I suppose so."

  "You do not read them, then?"

  "I am not at all curious," said Porthos, as he drew out of his pocketthe soldier's letter which Porthos had not read, but which D'Artagnanhad.

  "Do you know what to do with it?" said D'Artagnan.

  "Of course; do as I always do, send it to him."

  "Not so."

  "Why not? Keep it, then?"

  "Did they not tell you that this letter was important?"

  "Very important."

  "Well, you must take it yourself to Fontainebleau."

  "To Aramis?"

  "Yes."

  "Very good."

  "And since the king is there--"

  "You will profit by that."

  "I shall profit by the opportunity to present you to the king."

  "Ah! D'Artagnan, there is no one like you to find expedients."

  "Therefore, instead of forwarding to our friend any messages, which mayor may not be faithfully delivered, we will ourselves be the bearers ofthe letter."

  "I had never even thought of that, and yet it is simple enough."

  "And therefore, because it is urgent, Porthos, we ought to set off atonce."

  "In fact," said Porthos, "the sooner we set off the less chance there isof Aramis' letter meeting with any delay."

  "Porthos, your reasoning is always very accurate, and, in your case,logic seems to serve as an auxiliary to the imagination."

  "Do you think so?" said Porthos.

  "It is the result of your hard reading," replied D'Artagnan. "So comealong, let us be off."

  "But," said Porthos, "my promise to M. Fouquet?"

  "Which?"

  "Not to leave St. Mande without telling him of it."

  "Ah! Porthos," said D'Artagnan, "how very young you are."

  "In what way?"

  "You are going to Fontainebleau, are you not, where you will find M.Fouquet?"

  "Yes."

  "Probably in the king's palace."

  "Yes," repeated Porthos, with an air full of majesty.

  "Well, you will accost him with these words: 'M. Fouquet, I have thehonor to inform you that I have just left St. Mande.'"

  "And," said Porthos, with the same majestic mien, "seeing me atFontainebleau at the king's, M. Fouquet will not be able to tell me I amnot speaking the truth."

  "My dear Porthos, I was just on the point of opening my lips to make thesame remark, but you anticipate me in everything. Oh! Porthos, howfortunately you are gifted; age has not made any impression on you."

  "Not overmuch, certainly."

  "Then there is nothing more to say?"

  "I think not."

  "All your scruples are removed?"

  "Quite so."

  "In that case I shall carry you off with me."

  "Exactly; and I shall go and get my horses saddled."

  "You have horses here, then?"

  "I have five."

  "You had them sent from Pierrefonds, I suppose?"

  "No, M. Fouquet gave them to me."

  "My dear Porthos, we shall not want five horses for two persons;besides, I have already three in Paris, which will make eight, and thatwill be too many."

  "It would not be too many if I had some of my servants here; but, alas!I have not got them."

  "Do you regret them, then?"

  "I regret Mousqueton; I need Mousqueton."

  "What a good-hearted fellow you are, Porthos," said D'Artagnan; "butthe best thing you can do is to leave your horses here, as you haveleft Mousqueton out yonder."

  "Why so?"

  "Because, by-and-by, it might turn out a very good thing if M. Fouquethad never given you anything at all."

  "I don't understand you," said Porthos.

  "It is not necessary you should understand."

  "But yet--"

  "I will explain to you later, Porthos."

  "I'll wager it is some piece of policy or other."

  "And of the most subtle character," returned D'Artagnan.

  Porthos bent his head at this word policy; then, after a moment'sreflection, he added: "I confess, D'Artagnan, that I am no politician."

  "I know that well."

  "Oh! no one knows what you told me yourself, you the bravest of thebrave."

  "What did I tell you, Porthos?"

  "That every man has his day. You told me so, and I have experienced itmyself. There are certain days when one feels less pleasure than othersin exposing one's self to a bullet or a sword-thrust."

  "Exactly my own idea."

  "And mine, too, although I can hardly believe in blows or thrusts whichkill outright."

  "The deuce! and yet you have killed a few in your time."

  "Yes; but I have never been killed."

  "Your reason is a very good one."

  "Therefore I do not believe I shall ever die from a thrust of a sword ora gunshot."

  "In that case, then, you are afraid of nothing. Ah! water, perhaps?"

  "Oh, I swim like an otter."

  "Of a quartan fever, then?"

  "I never had one yet, and I don't believe I ever shall; but there is onething I will admit;" and Porthos dropped his voice.

  "What is that?" asked D'Artagnan, adopting the same tone of voice asPorthos.

  "I must confess," repeated Porthos, "that I am horribly afraid ofpolitical matters."

  "Ah! bah!" exclaimed D'Artagnan.

  "Upon my word, it's true," said Porthos, in a stentorian voice. "I haveseen his eminence Monsieur le Cardinal de Richelieu, and his eminenceMonsieur le Cardinal de Mazarin; the one was a red politician, the othera black politician; I have never felt very much more satisfaction withthe one than with the other; the first struck off the heads of M. deMarillac, M. de Thou, M. de Cinq-Mars, M. Chalais, M. de Boutteville,and M. de Montmorency; the second got a whole crowd of Frondeurs cut inpieces, and we belonged to them."

  "On the contrary, we did not belong to them," said D'Artagnan.

  "Oh! indeed, yes; for, if I unsheathed my sword for the cardinal, Istruck for the king."

  "Dear Porthos!"

  "Well, I have done. My dread of politics is such, that if there is anyquestion of politics in the matter, I should far sooner prefer to returnto Pierrefonds."

  "You would be quite right if that were the case. But with me, dearPorthos, no politics at all, that is quite clear. You have labored hardin fortifying Belle-Isle; the king wished to know the name of the cleverengineer under whose directions the works were carried on; you aremodest, as all men of true genius are; perhaps Aramis wishes to put youunder a bushel. But I happen to seize hold of you; I make it known whoyou are; I produce you; the king rewards you; and that is the onlypolicy I have to do with."

  "And the only one I will have to do with either," said Porthos, holdingout his hand to D'Artagnan.

  But D'Artagnan knew Porthos' grasp; he knew that once imprisoned withinthe baron's five fingers, no hand ever left it without beinghalf-crushed. He therefore held out, not his hand, but his fist, andPorthos did not even perceive the difference. The servants talked alittle with each other in an undertone, and whispered a few words, whichD'Artagnan understood, but which he took very good care not to letPorthos understand. "Our friend," said
he to himself, "was really andtruly Aramis' prisoner. Let us now see what the result will be of theliberation of the captive."