16. The Duc de Beaufort.
The circumstances that had hastened the return of D'Artagnan to Pariswere as follows:
One evening, when Mazarin, according to custom, went to visit the queen,in passing the guard-chamber he heard loud voices; wishing to know onwhat topic the soldiers were conversing, he approached with his wontedwolf-like step, pushed open the door and put his head close to thechink.
There was a dispute among the guards.
"I tell you," one of them was saying, "that if Coysel predicted that,'tis as good as true; I know nothing about it, but I have heard say thathe's not only an astrologer, but a magician."
"Deuce take it, friend, if he's one of thy friends thou wilt ruin him insaying so."
"Why?"
"Because he may be tried for it."
"Ah! absurd! they don't burn sorcerers nowadays."
"No? 'Tis not a long time since the late cardinal burnt Urban Grandier,though."
"My friend, Urban Grandier wasn't a sorcerer, he was a learned man. Hedidn't predict the future, he knew the past--often a more dangerousthing."
Mazarin nodded an assent, but wishing to know what this prediction was,about which they disputed, he remained in the same place.
"I don't say," resumed the guard, "that Coysel is not a sorcerer, but Isay that if his prophecy gets wind, it's a sure way to prevent it'scoming true."
"How so?"
"Why, in this way: if Coysel says loud enough for the cardinal to hearhim, on such or such a day such a prisoner will escape, 'tis plain thatthe cardinal will take measures of precaution and that the prisoner willnot escape."
"Good Lord!" said another guard, who might have been thought asleep on abench, but who had lost not a syllable of the conversation, "do yousuppose that men can escape their destiny? If it is written yonder, inHeaven, that the Duc de Beaufort is to escape, he will escape; and allthe precautions of the cardinal will not prevent it."
Mazarin started. He was an Italian and therefore superstitious. Hewalked straight into the midst of the guards, who on seeing him weresilent.
"What were you saying?" he asked with his flattering manner; "thatMonsieur de Beaufort had escaped, were you not?"
"Oh, no, my lord!" said the incredulous soldier. "He's well guarded now;we only said he would escape."
"Who said so?"
"Repeat your story, Saint Laurent," replied the man, turning to theoriginator of the tale.
"My lord," said the guard, "I have simply mentioned the prophecy I heardfrom a man named Coysel, who believes that, be he ever so closelywatched and guarded, the Duke of Beaufort will escape beforeWhitsuntide."
"Coysel is a madman!" returned the cardinal.
"No," replied the soldier, tenacious in his credulity; "he has foretoldmany things which have come to pass; for instance, that the queen wouldhave a son; that Monsieur Coligny would be killed in a duel with the Ducde Guise; and finally, that the coadjutor would be made cardinal. Well!the queen has not only one son, but two; then, Monsieur de Coligny waskilled, and----"
"Yes," said Mazarin, "but the coadjutor is not yet made cardinal!"
"No, my lord, but he will be," answered the guard.
Mazarin made a grimace, as if he meant to say, "But he does not wear thecardinal's cap;" then he added:
"So, my friend, it's your opinion that Monsieur de Beaufort willescape?"
"That's my idea, my lord; and if your eminence were to offer to make meat this moment governor of the castle of Vincennes, I should refuse it.After Whitsuntide it would be another thing."
There is nothing so convincing as a firm conviction. It has its owneffect upon the most incredulous; and far from being incredulous,Mazarin was superstitious. He went away thoughtful and anxious andreturned to his own room, where he summoned Bernouin and desired him tofetch thither in the morning the special guard he had placed overMonsieur de Beaufort and to awaken him whenever he should arrive.
The guard had, in fact, touched the cardinal in the tenderest point.During the whole five years in which the Duc de Beaufort had been inprison not a day had passed in which the cardinal had not felt a secretdread of his escape. It was not possible, as he knew well, to confinefor the whole of his life the grandson of Henry IV., especially whenthis young prince was scarcely thirty years of age. But however andwhensoever he did escape, what hatred he must cherish against him towhom he owed his long imprisonment; who had taken him, rich, brave,glorious, beloved by women, feared by men, to cut off his life's best,happiest years; for it is not life, it is merely existence, in prison!Meantime, Mazarin redoubled his surveillance over the duke. But like themiser in the fable, he could not sleep for thinking of his treasure.Often he awoke in the night, suddenly, dreaming that he had been robbedof Monsieur de Beaufort. Then he inquired about him and had the vexationof hearing that the prisoner played, drank, sang, but that whilstplaying, drinking, singing, he often stopped short to vow that Mazarinshould pay dear for all the amusements he had forced him to enter intoat Vincennes.
So much did this one idea haunt the cardinal even in his sleep, thatwhen at seven in the morning Bernouin came to arouse him, his firstwords were: "Well, what's the matter? Has Monsieur de Beaufort escapedfrom Vincennes?"
"I do not think so, my lord," said Bernouin; "but you will hear abouthim, for La Ramee is here and awaits the commands of your eminence."
"Tell him to come in," said Mazarin, arranging his pillows, so that hemight receive the visitor sitting up in bed.
The officer entered, a large fat man, with an open physiognomy. His airof perfect serenity made Mazarin uneasy.
"Approach, sir," said the cardinal.
The officer obeyed.
"Do you know what they are saying here?"
"No, your eminence."
"Well, they say that Monsieur de Beaufort is going to escape fromVincennes, if he has not done so already."
The officer's face expressed complete stupefaction. He opened at oncehis little eyes and his great mouth, to inhale better the joke hiseminence deigned to address to him, and ended by a burst of laughter, soviolent that his great limbs shook in hilarity as they would have donein an ague.
"Escape! my lord--escape! Your eminence does not then know whereMonsieur de Beaufort is?"
"Yes, I do, sir; in the donjon of Vincennes."
"Yes, sir; in a room, the walls of which are seven feet thick, withgrated windows, each bar as thick as my arm."
"Sir," replied Mazarin, "with perseverance one may penetrate through awall; with a watch-spring one may saw through an iron bar."
"Then my lord does not know that there are eight guards about him, fourin his chamber, four in the antechamber, and that they never leave him."
"But he leaves his room, he plays at tennis at the Mall?"
"Sir, those amusements are allowed; but if your eminence wishes it, wewill discontinue the permission."
"No, no!" cried Mazarin, fearing that should his prisoner ever leave hisprison he would be the more exasperated against him if he thusretrenched his amusement. He then asked with whom he played.
"My lord, either with the officers of the guard, with the otherprisoners, or with me."
"But does he not approach the walls while playing?"
"Your eminence doesn't know those walls; they are sixty feet high and Idoubt if Monsieur de Beaufort is sufficiently weary of life to risk hisneck by jumping off."
"Hum!" said the cardinal, beginning to feel more comfortable. "You meanto say, then, my dear Monsieur la Ramee----"
"That unless Monsieur de Beaufort can contrive to metamorphose himselfinto a little bird, I will continue answerable for him."
"Take care! you assert a great deal," said Mazarin. "Monsieur deBeaufort told the guards who took him to Vincennes that he had oftenthought what he should do in case he were put into prison, and that hehad found out forty ways of escaping."
"My lord, if among these forty there had been one good way he would havebeen out long ago."
"Come, come; not suc
h a fool as I fancied!" thought Mazarin.
"Besides, my lord must remember that Monsieur de Chavigny is governor ofVincennes," continued La Ramee, "and that Monsieur de Chavigny is notfriendly to Monsieur de Beaufort."
"Yes, but Monsieur de Chavigny is sometimes absent."
"When he is absent I am there."
"But when you leave him, for instance?"
"Oh! when I leave him, I place in my stead a bold fellow who aspires tobe his majesty's special guard. I promise you he keeps a good watch overthe prisoner. During the three weeks that he has been with me, I haveonly had to reproach him with one thing--being too severe with theprisoners."
"And who is this Cerberus?"
"A certain Monsieur Grimaud, my lord."
"And what was he before he went to Vincennes?"
"He was in the country, as I was told by the person who recommended himto me."
"And who recommended this man to you?"
"The steward of the Duc de Grammont."
"He is not a gossip, I hope?"
"Lord a mercy, my lord! I thought for a long time that he was dumb; heanswers only by signs. It seems his former master accustomed him tothat."
"Well, dear Monsieur la Ramee," replied the cardinal "let him prove atrue and thankful keeper and we will shut our eyes upon his ruralmisdeeds and put on his back a uniform to make him respectable, and inthe pockets of that uniform some pistoles to drink to the king'shealth."
Mazarin was large in promises,--quite unlike the virtuous MonsieurGrimaud so bepraised by La Ramee; for he said nothing and did much.
It was now nine o'clock. The cardinal, therefore, got up, perfumedhimself, dressed, and went to the queen to tell her what had detainedhim. The queen, who was scarcely less afraid of Monsieur de Beaufortthan the cardinal himself, and who was almost as superstitious as hewas, made him repeat word for word all La Ramee's praises of his deputy.Then, when the cardinal had ended:
"Alas, sir! why have we not a Grimaud near every prince?"
"Patience!" replied Mazarin, with his Italian smile; "that may happenone day; but in the meantime----"
"Well, in the meantime?"
"I shall still take precautions."
And he wrote to D'Artagnan to hasten his return.