war on the side of the king your father, of glorious memory.”
“And you say this youth acquitted himself bravely? Tell me all about it, Treville, for you know how I love to hear of war and combats.”
And the king placed himself in an attentive posture, at the same time twirling his moustache in a military manner.
“Sire,” replied M. de Treville, “as I have already told you, M. d’Artagnan is almost a child; and as he has not the honour of being a musketeer, he was in plain clothes. The cardinal’s guards, perceiving his youth and also that he was a civilian, invited him to retire before they commenced their assault.”
“Thus we may clearly perceive, Treville,” interrupted the king, “that it was the guards who began the attack.”
“Most assuredly, sire, there cannot be a doubt on the subject. They therefore warned him to retire; but he replied that as he was at heart a musketeer, and wholly devoted to his majesty, he should remain with the musketeers.”
“Brave youth!” murmured the king.
“And he did remain with them; and in him your majesty has the resolute and valiant champion who gave Jussac that terrific sword thrust which has so much enraged the cardinal.”
“He who wounded Jussac?” exclaimed the king. “He—a boy! Treville, it is impossible!”
“It is as I have the honour to inform your majesty.”
“Jussac! one of the best duellists in the realm!”
“Yes, sire; but he has now found his master.”
“Treville, I must see this young man,” said Louis; “I must see him; and if I can do anything—However, we will think about that.”
“When will your majesty condescend to receive him?”
“Tomorrow, at twelve, Treville.”
“Shall I bring him alone?”
“No, bring the other three. I wish to thank them all at the same time. Men so brave are rare, Treville, and such devotion ought to be rewarded.”
“At twelve, sire, we will be at the Louvre.”
“By the private staircase, Treville—by the private staircase; it is unnecessary to let the cardinal know it.”
“Yes, sire.”
“You understand, Treville; an edict is always an edict; at all events, fighting is forbidden by the law.”
“But this combat,” said Treville, “is altogether different from the common duels: it was a sudden brawl; and the proof of it is, that there were five of the cardinal’s guards against three of the musketeers and M. d’Artagnan.”
“It is quite true,” said the king; “yet, nevertheless, Treville, come by the private staircase.”
Treville smiled; but conceiving that he had already secured an important advantage, by thus inducing the pupil to rebel against his master, he respectfully saluted the king, and, with his permission, made his retiral.
The same evening the three musketeers were apprised of the honour intended for them. As they had long known the king, they were not much enchanted by the news; but d’Artagnan, with his Gascon imagination, saw in it his future fortunes, and passed the night amid golden dreams. By eight in the morning he was with Athos, whom he found dressed, and ready to go out.
As they were not to see the king until twelve o’clock, and Athos had engaged to meet Porthos and Aramis at a tennis-court, near the Luxembourg stables, to play a match of tennis, he invited d’Artagnan to join them. Although ignorant of the game, which he had never played, d’Artagnan accepted the invitation, not knowing how otherwise to dispose of his time in the interval. Porthos and Aramis were already there, knocking the balls about. Athos, who was very skilful in all athletic games, went to one side with d’Artagnan, and challenged them. But at the first movement which he made, although he played with his left hand, he found that his wound was too fresh to permit such an exertion. D’Artagnan, therefore, remained alone; and as he declared that he was too unskilful to play a regular game, they only sent the balls about, without counting the points. One of these balls, however, driven by the Herculean hand of Porthos, passed so near d’Artagnan as to satisfy him that, had it hit him full in the face, instead of going on one side, his royal audience would have been lost, as, in all probability, he would thereby have been rendered unfit to be presented to the king. Now, since, in his Gascon imagination, all his fortune depended upon this audience, he politely saluted Porthos and Aramis, declaring that he would not renew the game until he was up to their standard, and then took his station near the ropes and the gallery.
Unfortunately for d’Artagnan, amongst the spectators there was one of the cardinal’s guards, who was irritated by the previous night’s defeat of his companions, and had resolved to take the first opportunity of avenging it. He now believed that this opportunity had arrived, and addressing a bystander—
“It is no wonder,” said he, “that this young man is afraid of the ball; he is, doubtless, a musketeer recruit.”
D’Artagnan turned as if bitten by a serpent, and looked fiercely at the guardsman who had uttered this insolent remark.
“I’faith,” continued the latter, proudly curling his moustache, “you may look at me as much as you please, my little gentleman. What I have said, I mean.”
“And since what you have said explains itself,” replied d’Artagnan, in a low voice, “I will thank you to follow me.”
“Ah! indeed! and when, pray?” said the guardsman, with the same air of mockery.
“Immediately, if you please.”
“Doubtless you know who I am?”
“I have not the slightest idea; and, what is more, I do not care.”
“And yet you are wrong; for if you knew my name, perhaps you would be less courageous.”
“Indeed! and pray what is your name?” said d’Artagnan.
“Bernajoux, at your service.”
“Well, M. Bernajoux,” replied d’Artagnan with the utmost tranquillity, “I shall await you at the gate.”
“Proceed, sir; I will follow you.”
“But do not be in too great haste, sir,” said d’Artagnan, “lest it should be perceived that we go out together; for, considering how we are about to be engaged, you must be aware that too many witnesses might prove inconvenient.”
“There is some sense in that,” replied the guardsman, much surprised that his name had not produced a greater effect on the young man.
The name of Bernajoux was indeed known to everyone, except d’Artagnan; for he was one of those who constantly figured in the daily brawls which all the edicts of the king and the cardinal could not suppress.
Porthos and Aramis were so much occupied by their game, and Athos was watching them so attentively, that they did not even perceive the departure of their young
