admired Mazarin’s gracious manner. “Ah,” said he, between his teeth, “is there truth in the proverb that fortune comes while one sleeps?”
“Follow me, monsieur,” said Mazarin.
“Come, come,” murmured D’Artagnan, “Rochefort has kept his promise, but where in the devil is he?” And he searched the cabinet even to the smallest recesses, but there was no sign of Rochefort.
“Monsieur d’Artagnan,” said the cardinal, sitting down on a fauteuil, “you have always seemed to me to be a brave and honorable man.”
“Possibly,” thought D’Artagnan, “but he has taken a long time to let me know his thoughts;” nevertheless, he bowed to the very ground in gratitude for Mazarin’s compliment.
“Well,” continued Mazarin, “the time has come to put to use your talents and your valor.”
There was a sudden gleam of joy in the officer’s eyes, which vanished immediately, for he knew nothing of Mazarin’s purpose.
“Order, my lord,” he said; “I am ready to obey your eminence.”
“Monsieur d’Artagnan,” continued the cardinal, “you performed sundry superb exploits in the last reign.”
“Your eminence is too good to remember such trifles in my favor. It is true I fought with tolerable success.”
“I don’t speak of your warlike exploits, monsieur,” said Mazarin; “although they gained you much reputation, they were surpassed by others.”
D’Artagnan pretended astonishment.
“Well, you do not reply?” resumed Mazarin.
“I am waiting, my lord, till you tell me of what exploits you speak.”
“I speak of the adventure-Eh, you know well what I mean.”
“Alas, no, my lord!” replied D’Artagnan, surprised.
“You are discreet-so much the better. I speak of that adventure in behalf of the queen, of the ornaments, of the journey you made with three of your friends.”
“Aha!” thought the Gascon; “is this a snare or not? Let me be on my guard.”
And he assumed a look of stupidity which Mendori or Bellerose, two of the first actors of the day, might have envied.
“Bravo!” cried Mazarin; “they told me that you were the man I wanted. Come, let us see what you will do for me.”
“Everything that your eminence may please to command me,” was the reply.
“You will do for me what you have done for the queen?”
“Certainly,” D’Artagnan said to himself, “he wishes to make me speak out. He’s not more cunning than De Richelieu was! Devil take him!” Then he said aloud:
“The queen, my lord? I don’t comprehend.”
“You don’t comprehend that I want you and your three friends to be of use to me?”
“Which of my friends, my lord?”
“Your three friends-the friends of former days.”
“Of former days, my lord! In former days I had not only three friends, I had thirty; at two-and-twenty one calls every man one’s friend.”
“Well, sir,” returned Mazarin, “prudence is a fine thing, but to-day you might regret having been too prudent.”
“My lord, Pythagoras made his disciples keep silence for five years that they might learn to hold their tongues.”
“But you have been silent for twenty years, sir. Speak, now the queen herself releases you from your promise.”
“The queen!” said D’Artagnan, with an astonishment which this time was not pretended.
“Yes, the queen! And as a proof of what I say she commanded me to show you this diamond, which she thinks you know.”
And so saying, Mazarin extended his hand to the officer, who sighed as he recognized the ring so gracefully given to him by the queen on the night of the ball at the Hotel de Ville and which she had repurchased from Monsieur des Essarts.
“‘Tis true. I remember well that diamond, which belonged to the queen.”
“You see, then, that I speak to you in the queen’s name. Answer me without acting as if you were on the stage; your interests are concerned in your so doing.”
“Faith, my lord, it is very necessary for me to make my fortune, your eminence has so long forgotten me.”
“We need only a week to amend all that. Come, you are accounted for, you are here, but where are your friends?”
“I do not know, my lord. We have parted company this long time; all three have left the service.”
“Where can you find them, then?”
“Wherever they are, that’s my business.”
“Well, now, what are your conditions, if I employ you?”
“Money, my lord, as much money as what you wish me to undertake will require. I remember too well how sometimes we were stopped for want of money, and but for that diamond, which I was obliged to sell, we should have remained on the road.”
“The devil he does! Money! and a large sum!” said Mazarin. “Pray, are you aware that the king has no money in his treasury?”
“Do then as I did, my lord. Sell the crown diamonds. Trust me, don’t let us try to do things cheaply. Great undertakings come poorly off with paltry means.”
“Well,” returned Mazarin, “we will satisfy you.”
“Richelieu,” thought D’Artagnan, “would have given me five hundred pistoles in advance.”
“You will then be at my service?” asked Mazarin.
“Yes, if my friends agree.”
“But if they refuse can I count on you?”
“I have never accomplished anything alone,” said D’Artagnan, shaking his head.
“Go, then, and find them.”
“What shall I say to them by way of inducement to serve your eminence?”
“You know them better than I. Adapt your promises to their respective characters.”
“What shall I promise?”
“That if they serve me as well as they served the queen my gratitude shall be magnificent.”
“But what are we to do?”
“Make your mind easy; when the time for action comes you shall be put in full possession of what I require from you; wait till that time arrives and find out your friends.”
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