19. Pates made by the Successor of Father Marteau are described.
In half an hour La Ramee returned, full of glee, like most men who haveeaten, and more especially drank to their heart's content. The pateswere excellent, the wine delicious.
The weather was fine and the game at tennis took place in the open air.
At two o'clock the tennis balls began, according to Grimaud'sdirections, to take the direction of the moat, much to the joy of LaRamee, who marked fifteen whenever the duke sent a ball into the moat;and very soon balls were wanting, so many had gone over. La Ramee thenproposed to send some one to pick them up, but the duke remarked that itwould be losing time; and going near the rampart himself and lookingover, he saw a man working in one of the numerous little gardens clearedout by the peasants on the opposite side of the moat.
"Hey, friend!" cried the duke.
The man raised his head and the duke was about to utter a cry ofsurprise. The peasant, the gardener, was Rochefort, whom he believed tobe in the Bastile.
"Well? Who's up there?" said the man.
"Be so good as to collect and throw us back our balls," said the duke.
The gardener nodded and began to fling up the balls, which were pickedup by La Ramee and the guard. One, however, fell at the duke's feet, andseeing that it was intended for him, he put it into his pocket.
La Ramee was in ecstasies at having beaten a prince of the blood.
The duke went indoors and retired to bed, where he spent, indeed, thegreater part of every day, as they had taken his books away. La Rameecarried off all his clothes, in order to be certain that the duke wouldnot stir. However, the duke contrived to hide the ball under his bolsterand as soon as the door was closed he tore off the cover of the ballwith his teeth and found underneath the following letter:
My Lord,--Your friends are watching over you and the hour of yourdeliverance is at hand. Ask day after to-morrow to have a pie suppliedyou by the new confectioner opposite the castle, and who is no otherthan Noirmont, your former maitre d'hotel. Do not open the pie till youare alone. I hope you will be satisfied with its contents.
"Your highness's most devoted servant,
"In the Bastile, as elsewhere,
"Comte de Rochefort."
The duke, who had latterly been allowed a fire, burned the letter, butkept the ball, and went to bed, hiding the ball under his bolster. LaRamee entered; he smiled kindly on the prisoner, for he was an excellentman and had taken a great liking for the captive prince. He endeavoredto cheer him up in his solitude.
"Ah, my friend!" cried the duke, "you are so good; if I could but do asyou do, and eat pates and drink Burgundy at the house of FatherMarteau's successor."
"'Tis true, my lord," answered La Ramee, "that his pates are famous andhis wine magnificent."
"In any case," said the duke, "his cellar and kitchen might easily excelthose of Monsieur de Chavigny."
"Well, my lord," said La Ramee, falling into the trap, "what is there toprevent your trying them? Besides, I have promised him your patronage."
"You are right," said the duke. "If I am to remain here permanently, asMonsieur Mazarin has kindly given me to understand, I must providemyself with a diversion for my old age, I must turn gourmand."
"My lord," said La Ramee, "if you will take a bit of good advice, don'tput that off till you are old."
"Good!" said the Duc de Beaufort to himself, "every man in order that hemay lose his heart and soul, must receive from celestial bounty one ofthe seven capital sins, perhaps two; it seems that Master La Ramee's isgluttony. Let us then take advantage of it." Then, aloud:
"Well, my dear La Ramee! the day after to-morrow is a holiday."
"Yes, my lord--Pentecost."
"Will you give me a lesson the day after to-morrow?"
"In what?"
"In gastronomy?"
"Willingly, my lord."
"But tete-a-tete. Send the guards to take their meal in the canteen ofMonsieur de Chavigny; we'll have a supper here under your direction."
"Hum!" said La Ramee.
The proposal was seductive, but La Ramee was an old stager, acquaintedwith all the traps a prisoner was likely to set. Monsieur de Beauforthad said that he had forty ways of getting out of prison. Did thisproposed breakfast cover some stratagem? He reflected, but he rememberedthat he himself would have charge of the food and the wine and thereforethat no powder could be mixed with the food, no drug with the wine. Asto getting him drunk, the duke couldn't hope to do that, and he laughedat the mere thought of it. Then an idea came to him which harmonizedeverything.
The duke had followed with anxiety La Ramee's unspoken soliloquy,reading it from point to point upon his face. But presently the exempt'sface suddenly brightened.
"Well," he asked, "that will do, will it not?"
"Yes, my lord, on one condition."
"What?"
"That Grimaud shall wait on us at table."
Nothing could be more agreeable to the duke, however, he had presence ofmind enough to exclaim:
"To the devil with your Grimaud! He will spoil the feast."
"I will direct him to stand behind your chair, and since he doesn'tspeak, your highness will neither see nor hear him and with a littleeffort can imagine him a hundred miles away."
"Do you know, my friend, I find one thing very evident in all this, youdistrust me."
"My lord, the day after to-morrow is Pentecost."
"Well, what is Pentecost to me? Are you afraid that the Holy Spirit willcome as a tongue of fire to open the doors of my prison?"
"No, my lord; but I have already told you what that damned magicianpredicted."
"And what was it?"
"That the day of Pentecost would not pass without your highness beingout of Vincennes."
"You believe in sorcerers, then, you fool?"
"I---I mind them no more than that----" and he snapped his fingers; "butit is my Lord Giulio who cares about them; as an Italian he issuperstitious."
The duke shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, then," with well acted good-humor, "I allow Grimaud, but no oneelse; you must manage it all. Order whatever you like for supper--theonly thing I specify is one of those pies; and tell the confectionerthat I will promise him my custom if he excels this time in hispies--not only now, but when I leave my prison."
"Then you think you will some day leave it?" said La Ramee.
"The devil!" replied the prince; "surely, at the death of Mazarin. I amfifteen years younger than he is. At Vincennes, 'tis true, one livesfaster----"
"My lord," replied La Ramee, "my lord----"
"Or dies sooner, for it comes to the same thing."
La Ramee was going out. He stopped, however, at the door for an instant.
"Whom does your highness wish me to send to you?"
"Any one, except Grimaud."
"The officer of the guard, then, with his chessboard?"
"Yes."
Five minutes afterward the officer entered and the duke seemed to beimmersed in the sublime combinations of chess.
A strange thing is the mind, and it is wonderful what revolutions may bewrought in it by a sign, a word, a hope. The duke had been five years inprison, and now to him, looking back upon them, those five years, whichhad passed so slowly, seemed not so long a time as were the two days,the forty-eight hours, which still parted him from the time fixed forhis escape. Besides, there was one thing that engaged his most anxiousthought--in what way was the escape to be effected? They had told him tohope for it, but had not told him what was to be hidden in themysterious pate. And what friends awaited him without? He had friends,then, after five years in prison? If that were so he was indeed a highlyfavored prince. He forgot that besides his friends of his own sex, awoman, strange to say, had remembered him. It is true that she had not,perhaps, been scrupulously faithful to him, but she had remembered him;that was something.
So the duke had more than enough to think about; accordingly he fared atchess
as he had fared at tennis; he made blunder upon blunder and theofficer with whom he played found him easy game.
But his successive defeats did service to the duke in one way--theykilled time for him till eight o'clock in the evening; then would comenight, and with night, sleep. So, at least, the duke believed; but sleepis a capricious fairy, and it is precisely when one invokes her presencethat she is most likely to keep him waiting. The duke waited untilmidnight, turning on his mattress like St. Laurence on his gridiron.Finally he slept.
But at daybreak he awoke. Wild dreams had disturbed his repose. Hedreamed that he was endowed with wings--he wished to fly away. For atime these wings supported him, but when he reached a certain heightthis new aid failed him. His wings were broken and he seemed to sinkinto a bottomless abyss, whence he awoke, bathed in perspiration andnearly as much overcome as if he had really fallen. He fell asleep againand another vision appeared. He was in a subterranean passage by whichhe was to leave Vincennes. Grimaud was walking before him with alantern. By degrees the passage narrowed, yet the duke continued hiscourse. At last it became so narrow that the fugitive tried in vain toproceed. The sides of the walls seem to close in, even to press againsthim. He made fruitless efforts to go on; it was impossible.Nevertheless, he still saw Grimaud with his lantern in front, advancing.He wished to call out to him but could not utter a word. Then at theother extremity he heard the footsteps of those who were pursuing him.These steps came on, came fast. He was discovered; all hope of flightwas gone. Still the walls seemed to be closing on him; they appeared tobe in concert with his enemies. At last he heard the voice of La Ramee.La Ramee took his hand and laughed aloud. He was captured again, andconducted to the low and vaulted chamber, in which Ornano, Puylaurens,and his uncle had died. Their three graves were there, rising above theground, and a fourth was also there, yawning for its ghastly tenant.
The duke was obliged to make as many efforts to awake as he had done togo to sleep; and La Ramee found him so pale and fatigued that heinquired whether he was ill.
"In fact," said one of the guards who had remained in the chamber andhad been kept awake by a toothache, brought on by the dampness of theatmosphere, "my lord has had a very restless night and two or threetimes, while dreaming, he called for help."
"What is the matter with your highness?" asked La Ramee.
"'Tis your fault, you simpleton," answered the duke. "With your idlenonsense yesterday about escaping, you worried me so that I dreamed thatI was trying to escape and broke my neck in doing so."
La Ramee laughed.
"Come," he said, "'tis a warning from Heaven. Never commit such animprudence as to try to escape, except in your dreams."
"And you are right, my dear La Ramee," said the duke, wiping away thesweat that stood on his brow, wide awake though he was; "after this Iwill think of nothing but eating and drinking."
"Hush!" said La Ramee; and one by one he sent away the guards, onvarious pretexts.
"Well?" asked the duke when they were alone.
"Well!" replied La Ramee, "your supper is ordered."
"Ah! and what is it to be? Monsieur, my majordomo, will there be a pie?"
"I should think so, indeed--almost as high as a tower."
"You told him it was for me?"
"Yes, and he said he would do his best to please your highness."
"Good!" exclaimed the duke, rubbing his hands.
"Devil take it, my lord! what a gourmand you are growing; I haven't seenyou with so cheerful a face these five years."
The duke saw that he had not controlled himself as he ought, but at thatmoment, as if he had listened at the door and comprehended the urgentneed of diverting La Ramee's ideas, Grimaud entered and made a sign toLa Ramee that he had something to say to him.
La Ramee drew near to Grimaud, who spoke to him in a low voice.
The duke meanwhile recovered his self-control.
"I have already forbidden that man," he said, "to come in here withoutmy permission."
"You must pardon him, my lord," said La Ramee, "for I directed him tocome."
"And why did you so direct when you know that he displeases me?"
"My lord will remember that it was agreed between us that he should waitupon us at that famous supper. My lord has forgotten the supper."
"No, but I have forgotten Monsieur Grimaud."
"My lord understands that there can be no supper unless he is allowed tobe present."
"Go on, then; have it your own way."
"Come here, my lad," said La Ramee, "and hear what I have to say."
Grimaud approached, with a very sullen expression on his face.
La Ramee continued: "My lord has done me the honor to invite me to asupper to-morrow en tete-a-tete."
Grimaud made a sign which meant that he didn't see what that had to dowith him.
"Yes, yes," said La Ramee, "the matter concerns you, for you will havethe honor to serve us; and besides, however good an appetite we may haveand however great our thirst, there will be something left on the platesand in the bottles, and that something will be yours."
Grimaud bowed in thanks.
"And now," said La Ramee, "I must ask your highness's pardon, but itseems that Monsieur de Chavigny is to be away for a few days and he hassent me word that he has certain directions to give me before hisdeparture."
The duke tried to exchange a glance with Grimaud, but there was noglance in Grimaud's eyes.
"Go, then," said the duke, "and return as soon as possible."
"Does your highness wish to take revenge for the game of tennisyesterday?"
Grimaud intimated by a scarcely perceptible nod that he should consent.
"Yes," said the duke, "but take care, my dear La Ramee, for I propose tobeat you badly."
La Ramee went out. Grimaud looked after him, and when the door wasclosed he drew out of his pocket a pencil and a sheet of paper.
"Write, my lord," he said.
"And what?"
Grimaud dictated.
"All is ready for to-morrow evening. Keep watch from seven to nine. Havetwo riding horses ready. We shall descend by the first window in thegallery."
"What next?"
"Sign your name, my lord."
The duke signed.
"Now, my lord, give me, if you have not lost it, the ball--that whichcontained the letter."
The duke took it from under his pillow and gave it to Grimaud. Grimaudgave a grim smile.
"Well?" asked the duke.
"Well, my lord, I sew up the paper in the ball and you, in your game oftennis, will send the ball into the ditch."
"But will it not be lost?"
"Oh no; there will be some one at hand to pick it up."
"A gardener?"
Grimaud nodded.
"The same as yesterday?"
Another nod on the part of Grimaud.
"The Count de Rochefort?"
Grimaud nodded the third time.
"Come, now," said the duke, "give some particulars of the plan for ourescape."
"That is forbidden me," said Grimaud, "until the last moment."
"Who will be waiting for me beyond the ditch?"
"I know nothing about it, my lord."
"But at least, if you don't want to see me turn crazy, tell what thatfamous pate will contain."
"Two poniards, a knotted rope and a poire d'angoisse." *
_* This poire d'angoisse was a famous gag, in the form of a pear,_ _which, being thrust into the mouth, by the aid of a spring, dilated,_ _so as to distend the jaws to their greatest width._
"Yes, I understand."
"My lord observes that there will be enough to go around."
"We shall take to ourselves the poniards and the rope," replied theduke.
"And make La Ramee eat the pear," answered Grimaud.
"My dear Grimaud, thou speakest seldom, but when thou dost, one must dothee justice--thy words are words of gold."