Richon, "unless some one of us declares for the princes."
"But Canolles is sure to come in for a volley from somebody. If he declares for the princes he'll have Monsieur de la Meilleraie and Monsieur d'Épernon about his ears; if he remains true to his Majesty he'll taste the fire of the Bordelais."
"Oh! as to the latter," said Canolles, "I don't consider them very terrible, and I confess that I am a little ashamed to have no worthier antagonist. Unfortunately, I am for his Majesty body and soul, and I must be content with a tradesmen's war."
"They'll give you that, never fear," said Richon.
"Have you any basis for conjecture on that subject?" queried Canolles.
"I have something better than that," said Richon. "I have certain knowledge. The council of citizens has decided to take Île Saint-Georges first of all."
"Good," said Canolles, "let them come; I am ready for them."
The conversation had reached this stage and the dessert had just been served, when they heard drums beating at the entrance of the fortress.
"What does that mean?" said Canolles.
"Pardieu!" exclaimed the young officer who had brought the news from court, "it would be curious if they should attack you at this moment; an assault and escalade would be a delightful after-dinner diversion!"
"Deuce take me! it looks very much like it," said the old officer; "these wretched cads never fail to disturb you at your meals. I was at the outposts at Charenton at the time of the war in Paris, and we could never breakfast or dine in peace."
Canolles rang; the orderly on duty in the antechamber entered.
"What is going on?" Canolles asked.
"I don't know yet, Monsieur le Gouverneur; some messenger from the king or from the city, no doubt."
"Inquire, and let me know."
The soldier hastened from the room.
"Let us return to the table, messieurs," said Canolles to his guests, most of whom had left their seats. "It will be time enough to leave the table when we hear the cannon."
All the guests resumed their seats with smiling faces. Richon alone, over whose features a cloud had passed, still seemed restless, and kept his eyes fixed upon the door, awaiting the soldier's return. But an officer with drawn sword appeared in his stead.
"Monsieur le Gouverneur," said he, "a flag of truce."
"A flag of truce from whom?"
"From the princes."
"Coming from where?"
"From Bordeaux."
"From Bordeaux!" all the guests save Richon repeated in chorus.
"Oho! so war is really declared, is it," said the old officer, "that they send flags of truce?"
Canolles reflected a moment, and during that moment his features assumed as grave an expression as the circumstances demanded.
"Messieurs," said he, "duty before everything. I shall probably find myself confronted with a question not easy to solve in connection with this message from my Bordeaux friends, and I cannot say when I shall be able to join you again – "
"No! no!" cried the guests as one man. "Allow us to take our leave, commandant; this incident is notice to us to return to our respective posts, and we must separate at once."
"It was not for me to suggest it, messieurs," said Canolles, "but as the suggestion comes from you I am bound to say that it would be the more prudent course. Bring out the horses or carriages of these gentlemen."
As hurried in their movements as if they were already on the battlefield, the guests having been ferried ashore, vaulted into the saddle, or entered their carriages and rode rapidly away, followed by their escorts, in the direction of their respective residences.
Richon was the last to take his leave.
"Baron," said he, "I did not want to leave you as the others did, as we have known each other longer than you have known any of them. Adieu; give me your hand, and good luck to you!"
Canolles gave him his hand.
"Richon," said he, looking earnestly into his face, "I know you; you have something on your mind; you do not tell it to me, for it probably is not your secret. However, you are moved, – and when a man of your temperament is moved, it's for no small matter."
"Are we not about to part?" said Richon.
"Yes, and so were we about to part when we took leave of each other at Biscarros's inn, but you were calm then."
Richon smiled sadly.
"Baron," said he, "I have a presentiment that we shall never meet again!"
Canolles shuddered at the profoundly melancholy inflection in the partisan's ordinarily firm voice.
"Ah, well!" said he, "if we do not meet again, Richon, it will be because one of us has died the death of a brave man; and in that case the one who dies will be sure, at all events, of surviving in the heart of a friend! Embrace me, Richon; you wished me good luck; I wish you good courage!"
The two men embraced warmly, and for some seconds their noble hearts beat against each other.
When they parted, Richon wiped away a tear, the first, perhaps, that ever dimmed his proud glance; then, as if he feared that Canolles might see the tear, he hurried from the room, ashamed, no doubt, to have exhibited such a sign of weakness to a man whose courage was so well known to him.
III
The dining-hall was left untenanted, save by Canolles and the officer who announced the flag of truce, and who was still standing beside the door.
"What are Monsieur le Gouverneur's orders?" he said, after a brief pause.
Canolles, who was deep in thought, started at the voice, raised his head, and shook off his preoccupation.
"Where is the flag of truce?" he asked.
"In the armory, monsieur."
"By whom is he accompanied?"
"By two of the Bordeaux militia."
"What is he?"
"A young man, so far as I can judge; he wears a broad-brimmed hat, and is wrapped in a great cloak."
"In what terms did he announce himself?"
"As the bearer of letters from Madame la Princesse and the Parliament of Bordeaux."
"Request him to wait a moment," said Canolles, "and I will be at his service."
The officer left the room to perform his errand, and Canolles was preparing to follow him, when a door opened, and Nanon, pale and trembling, but with an affectionate smile upon her lips, made her appearance.
"A flag of truce, my dear," she said, grasping the young man's hand. "What does it mean?"
"It
