 EPILOGUE, PART ONE of THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK. Four years after the scene we have just described, two horsemen, well-mounted, traversed Blois early in the morning, for the purpose of arranging a hawking party, the king had arranged to make in that uneven plain the Loire divides in two, which borders on the one side, Myeong, and on the other, Amboise. These were the keeper of the king's harriers and the master of the falcons, personages greatly respected in the time of Louis XIII, but rather neglected by his successor. The horsemen, having reconnoitred the ground, were returning, their observations made, when they perceived certain little groups of soldiers, here and there, whom the sergeants were placing at distances at the openings of the enclosures. These were the king's musketeers. Behind them came, upon a splendid horse, the captain, known by his richly embroidered uniform. His hair was gray, his beard turning so. He seemed a little bent, although sitting and handling his horse gracefully. He was looking about him watchfully. Monsieur D'Artagnan does not get any older, said the keeper of the harriers to his colleague, the falconer. With ten years more to carry than either of us, he has the seat of a young man on horseback. That is true, replied the falconer. I don't see any change in him for the last twenty years. But this officer was mistaken. D'Artagnan in the last four years had lived a dozen. Age had printed its pitiless claws at each angle of his eyes. His brow was bald. His hands, formally brown and nervous, were getting white as if the blood had half forgotten them. D'Artagnan accosted the officers with a shade of affability which distinguishes superiors, and received in turn for his courtesy two most respectful bows. Ah, what a lucky chance to see you here, Monsieur D'Artagnan, cried the falconer. It is rather I who should say that, Monsieur, replied the captain. For nowadays the king makes more frequent use of his musketeers than of his falcons. Ah, he is not as it was in the good old times, sighed the falconer. Do you remember, Monsieur D'Artagnan, when the late king flew the pie and the vineyards beyond Begence? Ah, Tom, you were not the captain of the musketeers at that time, Monsieur D'Artagnan. And you were nothing but under corporal of the tirselettes, replied D'Artagnan, laughing. Never mind that. It was a good time, seeing that it is always a good time when we are young. Good day, Monsieur le Keeper of the Harriers. You do me honour, Monsieur le Compte, said the latter. The king made no reply. The title of Compte had hardly struck him. D'Artagnan had been at Compte for years. Are you not very much fatigued with the long journey you have taken, Monsieur le Capitaine? Continued the falconer. It must be full two hundred leagues, from hence to Pignoreau. Two hundred and sixty to go, and as many to return, said D'Artagnan quietly, and said the falconer. Is he well? Who? asked D'Artagnan. Why? Poor Monsieur Fouquette. Continued the falconer in a low voice. The keeper of the Harriers had prudently withdrawn. No, replied D'Artagnan. The poor man frets terribly. He cannot comprehend how imprisonment can be a favour. He says the Parliament absolved him by banishing him, and banishment is, or should be, liberty. He cannot imagine that they had sworn his death, and that to save his life from the clause of Parliament was to be under too much obligation to heaven. Yes, the poor man had a close chance of the scaffold. Replied the falconer. It is said that Monsieur Colbert had given orders to the governor of the Bastille, and that the execution was ordered. Enough, said D'Artagnan pensively, and with a view of cutting short the conversation. Yes, said the keeper of the Harriers, drawing towards them. Monsieur Fouquette is now at pigneau. He has richly deserved it. He had the good fortune to be conducted there by you. He robbed the king sufficiently. D'Artagnan launched at the master of the dogs one of his crossest looks, and said to him, Monsieur, if any one told me you had eaten your dog's meat, not only would I refuse to believe it, but still more, if you were condemned to the lash or to jail for it, I should pity you and would not allow people to speak ill of you. And yet, Monsieur, honest man as you may be, I assure you that you are not more so than poor Monsieur Fouquette was. After having undergone this sharp rebuke, the keeper of the Harriers hung his head, and allowed the Falconer to get two steps in advance of him, nearer to D'Artagnan. He is content, said the Falconer in a low voice to the Musketeer. We all know that Harriers are in fashion nowadays. If he were a Falconer, he would not talk that way. D'Artagnan smiled in a melancholy manner at seeing this great political question resolved by the discontent of such humble interest. He for a moment ran over in his mind the glorious existence of the Surintendant, the crumbling of his fortunes, and the melancholy death that awaited him, and to conclude, Did Monsieur Fouquette love Falconery? said he. Oh, passionately, Monsieur! repeated the Falconer with an accent of bitter regret, and a sigh that was the funeral oration of Fouquette. Falcon allowed the ill-humour of the one and the regret of the other to pass, and continued to advance. They could already catch glimpses of the huntsmen at the issue of the wood, the feathers of the Outriders passing like shooting-stars across the clearings, and the white horses skirting the bosky thickets looking like illuminated apparitions. But, resumed D'Artagnan, will the sport last long? May give us a good swift bird, for I am very tired. Is it a heron or a swan? Both, Monsieur D'Artagnan, said the Falconer, but you need not be alarmed. The king is not much of a sportsman. He does not take the field on his own account. He only wishes to amuse the ladies. The words, to amuse the ladies, were so strongly accented they set D'Artagnan thinking. Ah! said he, looking keenly at the Falconer. The keeper of the Harriers smiled, no doubt with a view of making it up with the musketeer. Oh! you may safely laugh, said D'Artagnan. I know nothing of current news. I only arrived yesterday, after a month's absence. I left the court mourning the death of the Queen Mother. The king was not willing to take any amusement after receiving the last sigh of Ann of Austria. But everything comes to an end in this world. Well, then he is no longer sad, so much the better. And everything begins as well as ends, said the keeper, with a coarse laugh. Ah! said D'Artagnan a second time. He burned to know, but dignity would not allow him to interrogate people below him. There is something beginning, then, it seems. The keeper gave him a significant wink, but D'Artagnan was unwilling to learn anything from this man. Shall we see the king early? asked he of the Falconer. At seven o'clock, monsieur, I shall fly the birds. Who comes with the king? How is Madame? How is the queen? Better, monsieur. Has she been ill, then? Monsieur, since the last chagrin she suffered, her majesty has been unwell. What chagrin? You need not fancy your news as old. I have but just returned. It appears that the queen, a little neglected since the death of her mother-in-law, complained to the king, who answered her, Do I not sleep at home every night, madame? What more do you expect? Ah! said D'Artagnan. Poor woman! She must heartily hate Mademoiselle de la Valière. Oh! No! Not Mademoiselle de la Valière! replied the Falconer. Who then? The blast of a hunting-horn interrupted his conversation. It summoned the dogs and the hawks. The Falconer and his companions set off immediately, leaving D'Artagnan alone in the midst of the suspended sentence. The king appeared at a distance, surrounded by ladies and horsemen. All the troop advanced in beautiful order, at a foot's pace, the horns of various sorts animating the dogs and horses. There was an animation in the scene, a mirage of light, of which nothing now can give an idea, unless it be the fictitious splendor of a theatric spectacle. D'Artagnan, with an eye a little, just a little, dimmed by age, distinguished behind the group three carriages. The first was intended for the queen. It was empty. D'Artagnan, who did not see Mademoiselle de la Valière by the king's side, on looking about for her, saw her in the second carriage. She was alone with two of her women, who seemed as dull as their mistress. On the left hand of the king, upon a high-spirited horse, restrained by a bold and skillful hand, shone a lady of most dazzling beauty. The king smiled upon her, and she smiled upon the king. Loud laughter followed every word she uttered. I must know that woman, thought the musketeer. Who can she be? And he stooped towards his friend, the falconer, to whom he addressed the question he had put to himself. The falconer was about to reply, when the king, perceiving D'Artagnan, "'A compt!' said he. You are among us once more, then. Why have I not seen you?' "'Sire,' replied the captain, "'because your Majesty was asleep when I arrived, and not awake when I resumed my duties this morning.' "'Still the same!' said Louis, in a loud voice, denoting satisfaction. "'Take some rest compt. I command you to do so. You will dine with me to-day.' A murmur of admiration surrounded D'Artagnan like a caress. Everyone was eager to salute him. Playing with the king was an honor his Majesty was not so prodigal of as Henry IV had been. The king passed a few steps in advance, and D'Artagnan found himself in the midst of a fresh group, among whom shone Colbert. "'Good day, Monsieur D'Artagnan,' said the minister, with marked affability. "'Have you had a pleasant journey?' "'Yes, Monsieur,' said D'Artagnan, bowing to the neck of his horse. "'I heard the king invite you to his table for this evening,' continued the minister. "'You will meet an old friend there.' "'An old friend of mine,' asked D'Artagnan, plunging painfully into the dark waves of the past, which had swallowed up for him so many friendships and so many hatreds. "'Monsieur le Duc d'Almada, who has arrived this morning from Spain.' "'The Duc d'Almada,' said D'Artagnan, reflecting in vain. "'Here!' cried an old man, white as snow, sitting bent in his carriage, which he caused to be thrown open to make room for the musketeer. "'Aremous!' cried D'Artagnan, struck with profound amazement, and he felt, inert as it was, the thin arm of the old nobleman hanging round his neck. Colbert, after having observed them in silence for a few moments, urged his horse forward and left the two old friends together. "'And so,' said the musketeer, taking Aramis's arm, "'you, the exile, the rebel, are again in France. "'Ah! And I shall dine with you at the king's table,' said Aramis, smiling. "'Yes. "'Will you not ask yourself what is the use of fidelity in this world?' "'Stop. Let us allow poor Lavalier's carriage to pass. "'Look how uneasy she is. How her eyes dim with tears, follow the king, who is riding on horseback yonder.' "'With whom?' "'With mademoiselle de Tone Charente, now madame de Montespan,' replied Aramis. "'She is jealous. Is she then deserted?' "'Not quite yet, but it will not be long before she is.' They chatted together, while following the sport, and Aramis's coachmen drove them so cleverly that they arrived at the instant when the falcon, attacking the bird, beat him down and fell upon him. The king alighted, madame de Montespan followed his example. They were in front of an isolated chapel, concealed by huge trees, already despoiled of their leaves by the first cutting winds of autumn. Behind this chapel was an enclosure, closed by a lattice gate. The falcon had beaten down his prey in the enclosure belonging to this little chapel, and the king was desirous of going in to take the first feather, according to custom. The cortege formed a circle round the building and the hedges, too small to receive so many. Darchanian had held Aramis by the arm, as he was about, like the rest, to alight from his carriage, and in a hoarse, broken voice. "'Do you know, Aramis?' said he. "'Whither chance has conducted us?' "'No,' replied the duke. "'Here repose men that we knew well,' said Darchanian greatly agitated. Aramis, without divining anything, and with a trembling step, penetrated into the chapel by a little door which Darchanian opened for him. "'Where are they buried?' said he. "'There, in the enclosure. There is a cross, you see, beneath the unlittle cypress. The tree of grief has planted over their tomb. Don't go to it. The king is going that way. The heron has fallen just there.' Aramis stopped, and concealed himself in the shade. They then saw, without being seen, the pale face of Lafaliere, who, neglected in her carriage, at first looked on, with a melancholy heart from the door, and then, carried away by jealousy, advanced into the chapel, whence, leaning against a pillar, she contemplated the king smiling and making signs to Madame de Montespagne to approach, as there was nothing to be afraid of. Madame de Montespagne complied. She took the hand the king held out to her, and he, plucking out the first feather from the heron, which the falconer had strangled, placed it in his beautiful companion's hat. She, smiling in her turn, kissed the hand tenderly which made her this present. The king grew scarlet with vanity and pleasure. He looked at Madame de Montespagne with all the fire of new love. What will you give me in exchange? said he. She broke off a little branch of Cyprus, and offered it to the king, who looked intoxicated with hope. Hmm! said Aramis to D'Artagnan. The present is but a sad one, for that Cyprus shades a tomb. Yes, and the tomb is that of Raul de Brajalon, said D'Artagnan aloud, of Raul, who sleeps under that cross, with his father. A groan resounded. They saw a woman fall fainting to the ground. Madame Waselle de la Valière had seen all, heard all. Poor woman! muttered D'Artagnan, as he helped the attendants to carry back to her carriage the lonely lady whose lot henceforth in life was suffering. That evening D'Artagnan was seated at the king's table, near Monsieur Colbert and Monsieur Le Duc d'Almera. The king was very gay. He paid a thousand little attentions to the queen, a thousand kindnesses to Madame, seated at his left hand, and very sad. It might have been supposed that time of calm, when the king was wont to catch his mother's eyes for the approval or disapproval of what he had just done. Of mistresses there was no question at this dinner. The king addressed Eremus two or three times, calling him Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, which increased the surprise already felt by D'Artagnan at seeing his friend the rebel so marvelously well received at court. The king, on rising from table, gave his hand to the queen, and made a sign to Colbert, whose eye was on his master's face. Colbert took D'Artagnan and Eremus on one side. The king began to chat with his sister, whilst Monsieur, very uneasy, entertained the queen with a preoccupied air, without ceasing to watch his wife and brother from the corner of his eye. The conversation between Eremus, D'Artagnan, and Colbert turned upon indifference subjects. They spoke of preceding ministers. Colbert related the successful tricks of Mazaran, and desired those of Richelieu to be related to him. One could not overcome his surprise at finding this man, with his heavy eyebrows and low forehead, display so much sound knowledge and cheerful spirits. Eremus was astonished at that lightness of character which permitted this serious man to retard with advantage the moment for more important conversation, to which nobody made any illusion, although all three interlocutors felt its immanence. It was very plain, from the embarrassed appearance of Monsieur, how much the conversation of the king and madame annoyed him. Madame's eyes were almost red. Was she going to complain? Was she going to expose a little scandal in open court? The king took her on one side, and in a tone so tender, that it must have reminded the princess of the time when she was loved for herself. Sister, said he, why do I see tears in those lovely eyes? Why, Sire, said she, Monsieur is jealous, is he not, sister? She looked towards Monsieur, an infallible sign that they were talking about him. Yes, said she, listen to me, said the king, if your friends compromise you, it is not Monsieur's fault. He spoke these words with so much kindness that Madame, encouraged, having borne so many solitary griefs so long, was nearly bursting into tears so full was her heart. Come, come, dear little sister, said the king, tell me your griefs, on the word of a brother I pity them, on the word of a king I will put an end to them. She raised her glorious eyes, and in a melancholy tone, It is not my friends who compromise me, said she, they are either absent or concealed. They have been brought into disgrace with your majesty. They so devoted, so good, so loyal. You say this on account of de Guiche, whom I have exiled at Monsieur's desire? And who, since that unjust exile, has endeavored to get himself killed once every day? Unjust, say you, sister? So unjust, that if I had not had the respect mixed with friendship that I have always entertained for your majesty, well, I would have asked my brother Charles upon whom I can always—the king started. What then? I would have asked him to have had it represented to you that Monsieur and his favorite, Monsieur le Chevalier de Lorraine, ought not with impunity to constitute themselves the executioners of my honor and my happiness. The Chevalier de Lorraine, said the king, that dismal fellow, is my mortal enemy. Once that man lives in my household, where Monsieur retains him and delegates his power to him, I shall be the most miserable woman in the kingdom. So, said the king, slowly, you call your brother of England a better friend than I am. Actions speak for themselves, Sire. And you would prefer going to ask assistance there. Do my own country, said she with pride. Yes, Sire. You are the grandchild of Henry IV, as well as myself, lady. Cousin and brother-in-law, does that not amount pretty well to the title of Brother Germain? Then, said Henrietta, act. Let us form an alliance. Begin. I have, you say, unjustly exiled De Guiche. Oh, yes, said she, blushing, De Guiche shall return. So far, well. And now you say that I do wrong in having in your household the Chevalier de Lorraine. Who gives Monsieur ill advice respecting you? Remember well what I tell you, Sire. The Chevalier de Lorraine some day. Observe. If ever I come to a dreadful end I beforehand accuse the Chevalier de Lorraine. He has a spirit that is capable of any crime. The Chevalier de Lorraine shall no longer annoy you. I promise you that. Then that will be a true preliminary of alliance, Sire. I sign. But since you have done your part, tell me what shall be mine. Instead of embroiling me with your brother Charles, you must make him a more intimate friend than ever. That is very easy. Oh, not quite so easy as you may suppose. For in ordinary friendship people embrace or exercise hospitality, and that only costs a kiss or a return, profitable expenses. But in political friendship, ah, it's a political friendship, is it? Yes, my sister. And then, instead of embraces and feasts, it is soldiers. It is soldiers all alive and well equipped. That we must serve up to our friends. Vessels we must offer. All armed with cannons and stored with provisions. It hence results that we have not always coffers in a fit condition for such friendships. Ah, you are quite right, said Madame. The coffers of the King of England have been sonorous for some time. But you, my sister, who have so much influence over your brother, you can secure more than an ambassador could ever get the promise of. To effect that I must go to London, my dear brother. I have thought so, replied the King, eagerly, and I have said to myself that such a voyage would do your health and spirits good. Only, interrupted Madame, it is possible I should fail. The King of England has dangerous counsellors. Counsellors, do you say? Precisely. If by chance your Majesty had any intention, I am only supposing so, of asking Charles II his alliance in a war. A war? Yes, well. Then the King's counsellors, who are in number seven, Madame Oselle Stuart, Madame Oselle Wells, Madame Oselle Gwynne, Miss Orchay, Madame Oselle Zunga, Miss Davies, and the proud contests of Castle Main, will represent to the King that war costs a great deal of money, that it is better to give balls and suppers at Hampton Court than to equip ships of the line at Portsmouth and Greenwich. And then your negotiations will fail? Oh, those ladies cause all negotiations to fall through, which they don't make themselves. Do you know the idea that has struck me, sister? No. Inform me what it is. It is that, searching well around you, you might perhaps find a female counsellor to take with you to your brother, whose eloquence might paralyze the ill-will of the seven others. That is really an idea, Sire, and I will search. You will find what you want. I hope so. A pretty ambassadress is necessary, an agreeable face is better than an ugly one, is it not? Most assuredly. An animated, lively, audacious character. Nobility. That is, enough to enable her to approach the king without awkwardness. Not too lofty, so is not to trouble herself about the dignity of her race. Very true. And who knows a little English? Mon Dieu, why, some one, cried madame, like Mme. Le Carrewell, for instance. Oh, why, yes, said Louis XIV. You have hit the mark. It is you who have found my sister. I will take her. She will have no cause to complain, I suppose. Oh, no, I will name her Siductrice Plainipotentiaire at once, and will add a dowry to the title. That is well. I fancy you already on your road, my dear little sister, consoled for all your griefs. I will go, on two conditions. The first is that I shall know what I am negotiating about. That is it. The dutch, you know, insult me daily in their gazettes, and by their republican attitude I do not like republics. That may easily be imagined, Sire. I see with pain that these kings of the sea, they call themselves so, keep trade from France and the Indies, and that their vessels will soon occupy all the ports of Europe. Such a power is too near me, sister. They are your allies, nevertheless. That is why they were wrong in having the medal you have heard of struck, a medal which represents Holland stopping the sun, as Joshua did, with this legend, the sun had stopped before me. There is not much fraternity in that, is there? I thought you had forgotten that miserable episode. I never forget anything, sister. And if my true friends, such as your brother Charles, are willing to second me, the princess remained pensively silent. Listen to me. There is the empire of the seas to be shared, said Louis XIV. For this partition, which England submits to, could I not represent the second party, as well as the dutch? We have Mme. De La Carroisle to treat that question, replied Madame. Your second condition for going, if you please, sister? The consent of Monsieur, my husband. You shall have it. Then consider me already gone, brother. On hearing these words Louis XIV turned round towards the corner of the room in which D'Artagnan, Colbert and Aramis stood, and made an affirmative sign to his minister. Colbert then broke in on the conversation suddenly, and said to Aramis, Monsieur l'ambassadeur, shall we talk about business? Part 2 Colbert then broke in on the conversation suddenly, and said to Aramis, Monsieur l'ambassadeur, shall we talk about business? D'Artagnan immediately withdrew from politeness. He directed his steps towards the fireplace, within hearing of what the king was about to say to Monsieur, who, evidently uneasy, had gone to him. The face of the king was animated, upon his brow was stamped a strength of will, the expression of which already met no further contradiction in France, and was soon to meet no more in Europe. Monsieur, said the king to his brother, I am not pleased with Monsieur le Chevalier du Lorraine. You who do him the honour to protect him must advise him to travel for a few months. These words fell with the crush of an avalanche upon Monsieur, who adored his favour and concentrated all his affections in him. In what has the Chevalier been inconsiderate enough to displease your majesty? cried he, darting a furious look at Madame. I will tell you that when he is gone, said the king, suavely, and also when Madame here shall have crossed over into England. Madame? Madame? In England, murmured Monsieur in amazement. In a week, brother, continued the king, whilst we will go with her, I will shortly tell you. Then the king turned on his heel, smiling in his brother's face, to sweeten, as it were, the bitter draft he had given him. During this time Colbert was talking with the Duke d'Almeda. Monsieur, said Colbert to Aramis, this is the moment for us to come to an understanding. I have made your peace with the king, and I owed that clearly to a man of so much merit, but as you have often expressed friendship for me, an opportunity presents itself for giving me a proof of it. You are, besides, more a Frenchman than a Spaniard. Shall we secure, answer me frankly, the neutrality of Spain if we undertake anything against the United Provinces? Monsieur, replied Aramis, the interest of Spain is clear. To embroil Europe with the provinces would doubtless be our policy. But the king of France is an ally of the United Provinces. You are not ignorant, besides, that it would infer a maritime war, and that France is in no state to undertake this with advantage. Colbert, turning round at this moment, saw D'Artenian, who was seeking some interlocutor, during this aside of the king and Monsieur. He called him, at the same time saying in a low voice to Aramis, we may talk openly with D'Artenian, I suppose. Oh, certainly, said the ambassador. We were saying, Monsieur Dalmeida and I, said Colbert, that a conflict with the United Provinces would mean a maritime war. That's evident enough, replied the musketeer. What do you think of it, Monsieur D'Artenian? I think that to carry on such a war successfully you must have very large land-forces. What did you say? said Colbert, thinking he had ill understood him. Why such a large land-army? said Aramis. Because the king will be beaten by sea if he has not the English with him, and that when beaten by sea he will soon be invaded, either by the Dutch in his ports, or by the Spaniards by land. And Spain neutral, asked Aramis. Neutral as long as the king shall prove stronger, rejoined D'Artenian. Colbert admired that sagacity which never touched a question without enlightening it thoroughly. Aramis smiled, as he had long known that in diplomacy D'Artenian acknowledged no superior. Colbert, who like all proud men, dwelt upon his fantasy with a certainty of success, resumed the subject. Who told you, Monsieur D'Artenian, that the king had no navy? Oh, I take no heed of these details, replied the captain. I am but an indifferent sailor. Like all nervous people I hate the sea, and yet I have an idea that, with ships, France being a seaport with two hundred exits, we might have sailors. Colbert drew from his pocket a little oblong book divided into two columns. On the first were the names of vessels, on the other the figures recapitulating the number of cannon and men requisite to equip these ships. I have had the same idea as you, said he, D'Artenian, and I have had an account drawn up of the vessels we have all together. Thirty-five ships. Thirty-five ships? Impossible! cried D'Artenian. Something like two thousand pieces of cannon, said Colbert. That is what the king possesses at this moment. Of five and thirty vessels we can make three squadrons, but I must have five. Five! cried Aramis. They will be afloat before the end of the year, gentlemen. The king will have fifty ship of the line. We may venture on a contest with them, may we not? To build vessels, said D'Artenian, is difficult, but possible. As to arming them, how is that to be done? In France there are neither foundries nor military docks. Bah! replied Colbert in a bantering tone. I have planned all that this year and a half past. Did you not know it? Do you know, Monsieur D'Amphreville? D'Amphreville, replied D'Artenian. No. He is a man I have discovered. He has a specialty. He is a man of genius. He knows how to set men to work. It is he who has cast cannon and cut the words of Burgogne. And then, Monsieur l'Ambassadeur, you may not believe what I am going to tell you, but I have a still further idea. Oh, Monsieur, said Hermes civilly. I always believe you. Calculating upon the character of the Dutch, our allies, I said to myself, they are merchants. They are friendly with the king. They will be happy to sell to the king what they fabricate for themselves. Then the more we buy, ah, I must add this. I have Ferrant. Do you know Ferrant D'Artenian? Colbert, in his warmth, forgot himself. He called the captain simply D'Artenian, as the king did. But the captain only smiled at it. No, replied he. I do not know him. That is another man I have discovered with a genius for buying. This Ferrant has purchased for me 350,000 pounds of iron in balls, 200,000 pounds of powder, 12 cargos of northern timber, matches, grenades, pitch, tar? I know not what. With a saving of 7% upon what all those articles would cost me fabricated in France. That is a capital and quaint idea, replied D'Artenian, to have Dutch cannonballs cast which will return to the Dutch. Is it not with loss too? And Colbert laughed aloud. He was delighted with his own joke. Still further, added he, these same Dutch are building for the king at this moment six vessels after the model of the best of their name. Detouche, ah, perhaps you don't know Detouche? No, monsieur. He is a man who has a sure glance to discern when a ship is launched, what are the defects and qualities of that ship? That is valuable, observe. Nature is truly whimsical. Well, this Detouche appeared to me to be a man likely to prove useful in marine affairs and he is superintending the construction of six vessels of 78 guns, which the provinces are building for his majesty. It results from this, my dear monsieur D'Artenian, that the king, if he wished to quarrel with the provinces, would have a very pretty fleet. Now, you know better than anybody else if the land army is efficient. D'Artenian and Aramis looked at each other, wondering at the mysterious labors this man had undertaken in so short a time. Colbert understood them and was touched by this best of flatteries. If we in France were ignorant of what was going on, said D'Artenian, out of France still less must be known. That is what I told Monsieur L'Ambassadeur, said Colbert, that Spain promising its neutrality, England helping us, if England assists you, said Aramis, I promise the neutrality of Spain. I take you at your word, Colbert hastened to reply with his blunt bonomi, and apropos of Spain, you have not the golden fleece, Monsieur D'Armeida? I heard the king say the other day that he should like to see you where the Grand Cordon of St. Michael. Aramis bowed. Oh, thought D'Artenian, and Portos is no longer here. What else of ribbons would there be for him in these largesques, dear Portos? Monsieur D'Artenian, resumed Colbert, between us two you will have, I wager, an inclination to lead your musketeers into Holland. Can you swim? And he laughed like a man in high good humor. Like an eel, replied D'Artenian. Ah, but there are some bitter passages of canals and marshes yonder, Monsieur D'Artenian, and the best swimmers are sometimes drowned there. It is my profession to die for his majesty, said the musketeer, only as it is seldom in war that much water is met with without a little fire, I declare to you beforehand that I will do my best to choose fire. I am getting old, water freezes me, but fire warms, Monsieur Colbert. And D'Artenian looks so handsome, still in quasi-juvenile strength, as he pronounced these words, that Colbert, in his turn, could not help admiring him. D'Artenian perceived the effect he had produced. He remembered that the best tradesman is he who fixes a high price upon his goods when they are valuable. He prepared his price in advance. So then, said Colbert, we go into Holland? Yes, replied D'Artenian. Only, only, said Monsieur Colbert. Only, repeated D'Artenian. There lurks in everything the question of interest, the question of self-love. It is a very fine title that of captain of the musketeers, but observe this. We have now the king's guards and the military household of the king. A captain of musketeers ought to command all that, and then he would absorb a hundred thousand leaf for a year for expenses. Well, but do you suppose the king would haggle with you? Said Colbert. Hey, Monsieur, you have not understood me, replied D'Artenian, sure of carrying his point. I was telling you that I, an old captain, formerly chief of the king's guard, having precedence of the Mara-show of France, I saw myself one day in the trenches with two other equals, the captain of the guards and the colonel commanding the Swiss. Now, at no price will I suffer that. I have old habits, and I will stand or fall by them. Colbert felt this blow, but he was prepared for it. I have been thinking of what you said just now, replied he. About what, Monsieur? We were speaking of canals and marshes in which people are drowned. Well, well, if they are drowned, it is for want of a boat, a plank or a stick. Of a stick, however short it may be, said D'Artenian. Exactly, said Colbert. And therefore, I never heard of an instance of a Mara-show of France being drowned. D'Artenia became very pale with joy, and in a not very firm voice. People would be very proud of me in my country, said he. If I were a Mara-show of France, but a man must have commanded an expedition in chief to obtain the bâton. Monsieur, said Colbert, here is, in this pocket-book, which you will study, a plan of campaign you will have to lead a body of troops to carry out in the next spring. D'Artenian took the book tremblingly, and his fingers meeting those of Colbert, the minister pressed the hand at the musketeer loyally. Monsieur, said he, we had both a revenge to take, one over the other. I have begun. It is now your turn. I will do you justice, Monsieur, replied D'Artenian, and implore you to tell the king that the first opportunity that shall offer, he may depend upon a victory, or to behold me dead, or both. Then I will have the fleur-de-lis for your Mara-show's bâton prepared immediately, said Colbert. On the morrow, Aramis, who was setting out for Madrid to negotiate the neutrality of Spain, came to embrace D'Artenian at his hotel. Let us love each other for four, said D'Artenian. We are now with two. And you will perhaps never see me again, dear D'Artenian, said Aramis, if you knew how I have loved you. I am old, I am extinct, I am almost dead. My friend, said D'Artenian, you will live longer than I shall. Diplomacy commands you to live, but from my part, honor condemns me to die. Mah, such men as we are, Monsieur le Mara-show, said Aramis, only die satisfied with joy and glory. Ah, replied D'Artenian with a melancholy smile. I assure you, Monsieur le Duc, I feel very little appetite for either. They once more embraced, and two hours after, separated, forever. The death of D'Artenian. Contrary to that which generally happens, whether in politics or morals, each kept his promises and did honor to his engagements. The king recalled Monsieur de Guiche and banished Monsieur le Chevalier de Lorraine so that Monsieur became ill in consequence. Madame set out for London where she applied herself so earnestly to make her brother, Charles II, acquire a taste for the political counsels of mademoiselle de Carowal, that the alliance between England and France was signed, and the English vessels, ballasted by a few millions of French gold, made a terrible campaign against the fleets of the United Provinces. Charles II had promised mademoiselle de Carowal a little gratitude for her good counsels. He made her duchess of Portsmouth. Colbert had promised the king vessels, munitions, victories. He kept his word, as is well known. At length, Eremus, upon whose promises there was least dependence to be placed, wrote Colbert the following letter on the subject of the negotiations which he had undertaken at Madrid. Monsieur Colbert, I have the honour to expedite to you the RP Oliva, general ad interim of the Society of Jesus, my provisional successor. The Reverend Father will explain to you, Monsieur Colbert, that I preserved to myself the direction of all the affairs of the order which concern France and Spain, but that I am not willing to retain the title of general, which would throw too high a sidelight on the progress of the negotiations with which his Catholic Majesty wishes to entrust me. I shall resume that title by the command of his Majesty, when the labours I have undertaken in concert with you, for the great glory of God and his church shall be brought to a good end. The RP Oliva will inform you likewise, Monsieur, of the consent his Catholic Majesty gives to the signature of a treaty which assures the neutrality of Spain in the event of a war between France and the United Provinces. This consent will be valid even if England, instead of being active, should satisfy herself with remaining neutral. As for Portugal, of which you and I have spoken, Monsieur, I can assure you it will contribute with all its resources to assist the most Christian King in his war. I beg you, Monsieur Colbert, to preserve your friendship and also to believe in my profound attachment and to lay my respect at the feet of his most Christian Majesty, signed Loduc Dalmeira. Aramis had performed more than he had promised. It remained to be seen how the King, Monsieur Colbert and D'Artagnan would be faithful to each other. In the spring, as Colbert had predicted, the land army entered on its campaign. It preceded, in magnificent order, the court of Louis XIV, who, setting out on horseback, surrounded by carriages filled with ladies and courteurs, conducted the elite of his kingdom to the Sanguinary Fet. The officers of the army, it is true, had no other music save the artillery of the Dutch forts, but it was enough for a great number who found in this war honour, advancement, fortune, or death. Monsieur D'Artagnan set out commanding a body of 12,000 men, cavalry and infantry, with which he was ordered to take the different places which formed knots of that strategic network called La Fries. Never was an army conducted more gallantly to an expedition. The officers knew that their leader, prudent and skillful as he was brave, would not sacrifice a single man, nor yield an inch of ground without necessity. He had the old habits of war, to live upon the country, keeping his soldiers singing and the enemy weeping. The captain of the king's musketeers well knew his business. Never were opportunities better chosen, coup de main better supported, errors of the besieged, more quickly taken advantage of. The army commanded by D'Artagnan took 12 small places within a month. He was engaged in besieging the 13th, which had held out five days. D'Artagnan caused the trenches to be opened without appearing to suppose that these people would ever allow themselves to be taken. The pioneers and labourers were, in the army of this man, a body full of ideas and zeal, because their commander treated them like soldiers, knew how to render their work glorious and never allowed them to be killed if he could help it. It should have been seen with what eagerness the marshy glebes of Holland were turned over. Those turf heaps, mounds of potters clay, melted at the word of the soldiers like butter in the frying pans of Friesland housewives. Monsieur D'Artagnan dispatched a courier to the king to give him an account of the last success, which redoubled the good humour of his majesty and his inclination to amuse the ladies. These victories of Monsieur D'Artagnan gave so much majesty to the prince that Madame de Montespan no longer called him anything but Louis the Invincible. So that Mme. Waselle de la Valière, who only called the king Louis the Victorious, lost much of his majesty's favour. Besides, her eyes were frequently red, and to an invincible, nothing is more disagreeable than a mistress who weeps while everything is smiling rounder. The star of Mme. Waselle de la Valière was being drowned in clouds and tears. But the gaiety of Madame de Montespan redoubled with the successes of the king and consoled him for every other unpleasant circumstance. It was to D'Artagnan the king owed this, and his majesty was anxious to acknowledge these services. He wrote to Mme. Colbert, Mme. Colbert, we have a promise to fulfil with Mme. D'Artagnan, who so well keeps his. This is to inform you that the time has come for performing it. All provisions for this purpose you shall be furnished with in due time. Louis. In consequence of this, Colbert, detaining D'Artagnan's envoy, placed in the hands of that messenger a letter from himself and a small coffer of ebony inlaid with gold, not very important in appearance, but which without doubt was very heavy as a guard of five men was given to the messenger to assist him in carrying it. These people arrived before the place which D'Artagnan was besieging towards daybreak and presented themselves at the lodgings of the general. They were told that Mme. D'Artagnan, annoyed by a sortee which the governor, an artful man, had made the evening before, and in which the works had been destroyed and seventy-seven men killed, and the reparation of the breeches commenced, had just gone with twenty companies of grenadiers to reconstruct the works. M. Colbert's envoy had orders to go and seek M. D'Artagnan wherever he might be, and at whatever hour of the day or night. He directed his course, therefore, towards the trenches, followed by his escort, all on horseback. They perceived M. D'Artagnan in the open plain with his gold-laced hat, his long cane, and gilt cuffs. He was biting his white mustache and wiping off, with his left hand, the dust which the passing balls threw up from the ground they plowed so near him. They also saw, amidst this terrible fire, which filled the air with whistling hisses, officers handling the shovel, soldiers rolling barrows, and vastfascines rising by being either carried or dragged by from ten to twenty men, covered the front of the trench, reopened to the center, by this extraordinary effort of the general. In three hours all was reinstated. D'Artagnan began to speak more mildly, and he became quite calm when the captain of the pioneers approached him, had in hand, to tell him that the trench was again in proper order. This man had scarcely finished speaking when a ball took off one of his legs and he fell into the arms of D'Artagnan. The latter lifted up his soldier and quietly, with soothing words, carried him into the trench, amidst the enthusiastic applause of the regiments. From that time it was no longer a question of valor. The army was delirious. Two companies stole away to the advance post which they instantly destroyed. When their comrades, restrained with great difficulty by D'Artagnan, saw them lodged upon the bastions, they rushed forward likewise, and soon a furious assault was made upon the counterscarp, upon which depended the safety of the place. D'Artagnan perceived there was only one means left of checking his army to take the place. He directed all his force to the two breaches where the besieged were busy in repairing. The shock was terrible. Eighteen companies took part in it, and D'Artagnan went with the rest within half cannon shot of the place to support the attack by echelon. The cries of the Dutch, who were being poignarded upon their guns by D'Artagnan's grenadiers, were distinctly audible. The struggle grew fiercer with the despair of the governor who disputed his position foot by foot. D'Artagnan, to put an end to the affair and to silence the fire which was unceasing, sent a fresh column which penetrated like a very wedge, and he soon perceived upon the ramparts, through the fire, the terrified flight of the besieged pursued by the besiegers. At this moment the general, breathing freely and full of joy, heard a voice behind him saying, "'Monsieur, if you please, from Monsieur Colbert.'" He broke the seal of the letter which contained these words. "'Monsieur D'Artagnan, the king commands me to inform you that he has nominated you Mirachal of France as a reward for your magnificent services and the honor you do to his arms. The king is highly pleased, Monsieur, with the captures you have made. He commands you, in particular, to finish the siege you have commenced with good fortune to you and success for him.'" D'Artagnan was standing with a radiant countenance and sparkling eye. He looked up to watch the progress of his troops upon the walls, still enveloped in red and black volumes of smoke. "'I have finished,' replied he to the messenger. The city will have surrendered in a quarter of an hour." He then resumed his reading. "'The coffre, Monsieur D'Artagnan, is my own present. You will not be sorry to see that, whilst you warriors are drawing the sword to defend the king, I am moving the Pacific arts to ornament a present worthy of you. I commend myself to your friendship, Monsieur le Mirachal, and beg you to believe in mine.'" Cobère. D'Artagnan, intoxicated with joy, made a sign to the messenger who approached with his coffre in his hands. But at the moment the Mirachal was going to look at it, a loud explosion resounded from the ramparts and called his attention towards the city. "'It is strange,' said D'Artagnan, "'that I don't yet see the king's flag on the walls or hear the drums beat the shamad.' He launched three hundred freshmen under a high-spirited officer and ordered another breach to be made. Then, more tranquilly, he turned towards the coffre which Cobère's envoy held out to him. It was his treasure. He had won it. D'Artagnan was holding out his hand to open the coffre. When a ball from the city crushed the coffre in the arms of the officer, struck D'Artagnan full in the chest and knocked him down upon a sloping heap of earth, whilst the fleur-de-lis d'batal, escaping from the broken box, came rolling under the powerless hand of the Mirachal. D'Artagnan endeavored to raise himself. It was thought he had been knocked down without being wounded, a terrible cry broke from the group of terrified officers. The Mirachal was covered with blood. The pallor of death ascended slowly to his noble countenance. Leaning upon the arms held out on all sides to receive him, he was able once more to turn his eyes toward the place and to distinguish the white flag at the crest of the principal bastion. His ears, already deaf to the sounds of life, caught feebly the rolling of the drum which announced the victory. Then, clasping in his nervous hand the battal, ornamented with its fleur-de-lis, he cast on it his eyes, which had no longer the power of looking upwards towards heaven, and fell back, murmuring strange words which appeared to the soldiers, cabalistic, words which had formally represented so many things on earth and which none but the dying man any longer comprehended. Athos, Porthos, farewell till we meet again. Aramis, adieu forever. Of the four valiant men whose history we have related, there now remained but one. Heaven had taken to itself three noble souls. This is the end of the man in the iron mask. This is the last text in the series. Thank you for listening.