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Ten Years Later - In which D'Artagnan finishes by at Length placing his Hand upon his Captain's Commission.

1. In which D'Artagnan finishes by at Length placing his Hand upon his Captain's Commission.

2. A Lover and His Mistress.

3. In Which We at Length See the True Heroine of this History Appear.

4. Malicorne and Manicamp.

5. Manicamp and Malicorne.

6. The Courtyard of the Hotel Grammont.

7. The Portrait of Madame.

8. Le Havre.

9. At Sea.

10. The Tents.

11. Night.

12. From Le Havre to Paris.

13. An Account of what the Chevalier de Lorraine Thought of Madame.

14. A Surprise for Raoul.

15. The Consent of Athos.

16. Monsieur Becomes Jealous of the Duke of Buckingham.

17. Forever!

18. King Louis XIV. does not think Mademoiselle de la Valliere either rich enough or pretty enough for a Gentleman of the Rank of the Vicomte de Bragelonn

19. Sword-Thrusts in the Water.

20. Sword-Thrusts in the Water (concluded).

21. Baisemeaux de Montlezun.

22. The King's Card-Table.

23. M. Baisemeaux de Montlezun's Accounts.

24. The Breakfast at Monsieur de Baisemeaux's.

25. The Second Floor of la Bertaudiere.

26. The Two Friends.

27. Madame de Belliere's Plate.

28. The Dowry.

29. Le Terrain de Dieu.

30. Threefold Love.

31. M. de Lorraine's Jealousy.

32. Monsieur is Jealous of Guiche.

33. The Mediator.

34. The Advisers.

35. Fontainebleau.

36. The Bath.

37. The Butterfly-Chase.

38. What Was Caught after the Butterflies.

39. The Ballet of the Seasons.

40. The Nymphs of the Park of Fontainebleau.

41. What Was Said under the Royal Oak.

42. The King's Uneasiness.

43. The King's Secret.

44. Courses de Nuit.

45. In Which Madame Acquires a Proof that Listeners Hear What Is Said.

46. Aramis's Correspondence.

47. The Orderly Clerk.

48. Fontainebleau at Two o'Clock in the Morning.

49. The Labyrinth.

50. How Malicorne Had Been Turned Out of the Hotel of the Beau Paon.

51. What Actually Occurred at the Inn Called the Beau Paon.

52. A Jesuit of the Eleventh Year.

53. The State Secret.

54. A Mission.

55. Happy as a Prince.

56. Story of a Dryad and a Naiad.

57. Conclusion of the Story of a Naiad and of a Dryad.

58. Royal Psychology.

59. Something That neither Naiad nor Dryad Foresaw.

60. The New General of the Jesuits.

61. The Storm.

62. The Shower of Rain.

63. Toby.

64. Madame's Four Chances.

65. The Lottery.

The reader guesses beforehand whom the usher preceded in announcing the
courier from Bretagne. This messenger was easily recognized. It was
D'Artagnan, his clothes dusty, his face inflamed, his hair dripping with
sweat, his legs stiff; he lifted his feet painfully at every step, on
which resounded the clink of his blood-stained spurs. He perceived in
the doorway he was passing through, the superintendent coming out.
Fouquet bowed with a smile to him who, an hour before, was bringing him
ruin and death. D'Artagnan found in his goodness of heart, and in his
inexhaustible vigor of body, enough presence of mind to remember the kind
reception of this man; he bowed then, also, much more from benevolence
and compassion, than from respect. He felt upon his lips the word which
had so many times been repeated to the Duc de Guise: "Fly." But to
pronounce that word would have been to betray his cause; to speak that
word in the cabinet of the king, and before an usher, would have been to
ruin himself gratuitously, and could save nobody. D'Artagnan then,
contented himself with bowing to Fouquet and entered. At this moment the
king floated between the joy the last words of Fouquet had given him, and
his pleasure at the return of D'Artagnan. Without being a courtier,
D'Artagnan had a glance as sure and as rapid as if he had been one. He
read, on his entrance, devouring humiliation on the countenance of
Colbert. He even heard the king say these words to him: -

"Ah! Monsieur Colbert; you have then nine hundred thousand livres at the
intendance?" Colbert, suffocated, bowed but made no reply. All this
scene entered into the mind of D'Artagnan, by the eyes and ears, at once.

The first word of Louis to his musketeer, as if he wished it to contrast
with what he was saying at the moment, was a kind "good day." His second
was to send away Colbert. The latter left the king's cabinet, pallid and
tottering, whilst D'Artagnan twisted up the ends of his mustache.

"I love to see one of my servants in this disorder," said the king,
admiring the martial stains upon the clothes of his envoy.

"I thought, sire, my presence at the Louvre was sufficiently urgent to
excuse my presenting myself thus before you."

"You bring me great news, then, monsieur?"

"Sire, the thing is this, in two words: Belle-Isle is fortified,
admirably fortified; Belle-Isle has a double _enceinte_, a citadel, two
detached forts; its ports contain three corsairs; and the side batteries
only await their cannon."

"I know all that, monsieur," replied the king.

"What! your majesty knows all that?" replied the musketeer, stupefied.

"I have the plan of the fortifications of Belle-Isle," said the king.

"Your majesty has the plan?"

"Here it is."

"It is really correct, sire: I saw a similar one on the spot."

D'Artagnan's brow became clouded.

"Ah! I understand all. Your majesty did not trust to me alone, but sent
some other person," said he in a reproachful tone.

"Of what importance is the manner, monsieur, in which I have learnt what
I know, so that I know it?"

"Sire, sire," said the musketeer, without seeking even to conceal his
dissatisfaction; "but I must be permitted to say to your majesty, that it
is not worth while to make me use such speed, to risk twenty times the
breaking of my neck, to salute me on my arrival with such intelligence.
Sire, when people are not trusted, or are deemed insufficient, they
should scarcely be employed." And D'Artagnan, with a movement perfectly
military, stamped with his foot, and left upon the floor dust stained
with blood. The king looked at him, inwardly enjoying his first triumph.

"Monsieur," said he, at the expiration of a minute, "not only is Belle-
Isle known to me, but, still further, Belle-Isle is mine."

"That is well! that is well, sire, I ask but one thing more," replied
D'Artagnan. - "My discharge."

"What! your discharge?"

"Without doubt I am too proud to eat the bread of the king without
earning it, or rather by gaining it badly. - My discharge, sire!"

"Oh, oh!"

"I ask for my discharge, or I will take it."

"You are angry, monsieur?"

"I have reason, _mordioux!_ Thirty-two hours in the saddle, I ride day
and night, I perform prodigies of speed, I arrive stiff as the corpse of
a man who has been hung - and another arrives before me! Come, sire, I
am a fool! - My discharge, sire!"

"Monsieur d'Artagnan," said Louis, leaning his white hand upon the dusty
arm of the musketeer, "what I tell you will not at all affect that which
I promised you. A king's word given must be kept." And the king going
straight to his table, opened a drawer, and took out a folded paper.
"Here is your commission of captain of musketeers; you have won it,
Monsieur d'Artagnan."

D'Artagnan opened the paper eagerly, and scanned it twice. He could
scarcely believe his eyes.

"And this commission is given you," continued the king, "not only on
account of your journey to Belle-Isle but, moreover, for your brave
intervention at the Place de Greve. There, likewise, you served me

"Ah, ah!" said D'Artagnan, without his self-command being able to prevent
a blush from mounting to his eyes - "you know that also, sire?"

"Yes, I know it."

The king possessed a piercing glance and an infallible judgment when it
was his object to read men's minds. "You have something to say," said he
to the musketeer, "something to say which you do not say. Come, speak
freely, monsieur; you know that I told you, once and for all, that you
are to be always quite frank with me."

"Well, sire! what I have to say is this, that I would prefer being made
captain of the musketeers for having charged a battery at the head of my
company, or taken a city, than for causing two wretches to be hung."

"Is this quite true you tell me?"

"And why should your majesty suspect me of dissimulation, I ask?"

"Because I have known you well, monsieur; you cannot repent of having
drawn your sword for me."

"Well, in that your majesty is deceived, and greatly; yes, I do repent of
having drawn my sword on account of the results that action produced; the
poor men who were hung, sire, were neither your enemies nor mine; and
they could not defend themselves."

The king preserved silence for a moment. "And your companion, M.
d'Artagnan, does he partake of your repentance?"

"My companion?"

"Yes, you were not alone, I have been told."

"Alone, where?"

"At the Place de Greve."

"No, sire, no," said D'Artagnan, blushing at the idea that the king might
have a suspicion that he, D'Artagnan, had wished to engross to himself
all the glory that belonged to Raoul; "no, _mordioux!_ and as your
majesty says, I had a companion, and a good companion, too."

"A young man?"

"Yes, sire; a young man. Oh! your majesty must accept my compliments,
you are as well informed of things out of doors as things within. It is
M. Colbert who makes all these fine reports to the king."

"M. Colbert has said nothing but good of you, M. d'Artagnan, and he would
have met with a bad reception if he had come to tell me anything else."

"That is fortunate!"

"But he also said much good of that young man."

"And with justice," said the musketeer.

"In short, it appears that this young man is a fire-eater," said Louis,
in order to sharpen the sentiment which he mistook for envy.

"A fire-eater! Yes, sire," repeated D'Artagnan, delighted on his part to
direct the king's attention to Raoul.

"Do you not know his name?"

"Well, I think - "

"You know him then?"

"I have known him nearly five-and-twenty years, sire."

"Why, he is scarcely twenty-five years old!" cried the king.

"Well, sire! I have known him ever since he was born, that is all."

"Do you affirm that?"

"Sire," said D'Artagnan, "your majesty questions me with a mistrust in
which I recognize another character than your own. M. Colbert, who has
so well informed you, has he not forgotten to tell you that this young
man is the son of my most intimate friend?"

"The Vicomte de Bragelonne?"

"Certainly, sire. The father of the Vicomte de Bragelonne is M. le Comte
de la Fere, who so powerfully assisted in the restoration of King Charles
II. Bragelonne comes of a valiant race, sire."

"Then he is the son of that nobleman who came to me, or rather to M.
Mazarin, on the part of King Charles II., to offer me his alliance?"

"Exactly, sire."

"And the Comte de la Fere is a great soldier, say you?"

"Sire, he is a man who has drawn his sword more times for the king, your
father, than there are, at present, months in the happy life of your

It was Louis XIV. who now bit his lip.

"That is well, M. d'Artagnan, very well! And M. le Comte de la Fere is
your friend, say you?"

"For about forty years; yes, sire. Your majesty may see that I do not
speak to you of yesterday."

"Should you be glad to see this young man, M. d'Artagnan?"

"Delighted, sire."

The king touched his bell, and an usher appeared. "Call M. de
Bragelonne," said the king.

"Ah! ah! he is here?" said D'Artagnan.

"He is on guard to-day, at the Louvre, with the company of the gentlemen
of monsieur le prince."

The king had scarcely ceased speaking, when Raoul presented himself, and,
on seeing D'Artagnan, smiled on him with that charming smile which is
only found upon the lips of youth.

"Come, come," said D'Artagnan, familiarly, to Raoul, "the king will allow
you to embrace me; only tell his majesty you thank him."

Raoul bowed so gracefully, that Louis, to whom all superior qualities
were pleasing when they did not overshadow his own, admired his beauty,
strength, and modesty.

"Monsieur," said the king, addressing Raoul, "I have asked monsieur le
prince to be kind enough to give you up to me; I have received his reply,
and you belong to me from this morning. Monsieur le prince was a good
master, but I hope you will not lose by the exchange."

"Yes, yes, Raoul, be satisfied; the king has some good in him," said
D'Artagnan, who had fathomed the character of Louis, and who played with
his self-love, within certain limits; always observing, be it understood,
the proprieties and flattering, even when he appeared to be bantering.

"Sire," said Bragelonne, with voice soft and musical, and with the
natural and easy elocution he inherited from his father; "Sire, it is not
from to-day that I belong to your majesty."

"Oh! no, I know," said the king, "you mean your enterprise of the Greve.
That day, you were truly mine, monsieur."

"Sire, it is not of that day I would speak; it would not become me to
refer to so paltry a service in the presence of such a man as M.
d'Artagnan. I would speak of a circumstance which created an epoch in my
life, and which consecrated me, from the age of sixteen, to the devoted
service of your majesty."

"Ah! ah!" said the king, "what was that circumstance? Tell me, monsieur."

"This is it, sire. - When I was setting out on my first campaign, that is
to say, to join the army of monsieur le prince, M. le Comte de la Fere
came to conduct me as far as Saint-Denis, where the remains of King Louis
XIII. wait, upon the lowest steps of the funeral _basilique_, a
successor, whom God will not send him, I hope, for many years. Then he
made me swear upon the ashes of our masters, to serve royalty,
represented by you - incarnate in you, sire - to serve it in word, in
thought, and in action. I swore, and God and the dead were witnesses to
my oath. During ten years, sire, I have not so often as I desired had
occasion to keep it. I am a soldier of your majesty, and nothing else;
and, on calling me nearer to you, I do not change my master, I only
change my garrison."

Raoul was silent and bowed. Louis still listened after he had done

"_Mordioux!_" cried D'Artagnan, "that was well spoken! was it not, your
majesty? A good race! a noble race!"

"Yes," murmured the king, without, however daring to manifest his
emotion, for it had no other cause than contact with a nature
intrinsically noble. "Yes, monsieur, you say truly: - wherever you were,
you were the king's. But in changing your garrison, believe me you will
find an advancement of which you are worthy."

Raoul saw that this ended what the king had to say to him. And with the
perfect tact which characterized his refined nature, he bowed and retired.

"Is there anything else, monsieur, of which you have to inform me?" said
the king, when he found himself again alone with D'Artagnan.

"Yes, sire, and I kept that news for the last, for it is sad, and will
clothe European royalty in mourning."

"What do you tell me?"

"Sire, in passing through Blois, a word, a sad word, echoed from the
palace, struck my ear."

"In truth, you terrify me, M. d'Artagnan."

"Sire, this word was pronounced to me by a _piqueur_, who wore crape on
his arm."

"My uncle, Gaston of Orleans, perhaps."

"Sire, he has rendered his last sigh."

"And I was not warned of it!" cried the king, whose royal susceptibility
saw an insult in the absence of this intelligence.

"Oh! do not be angry, sire," said D'Artagnan; "neither the couriers of
Paris, nor the couriers of the whole world, can travel with your servant;
the courier from Blois will not be here these two hours, and he rides
well, I assure you, seeing that I only passed him on the thither side of

"My uncle Gaston," murmured Louis, pressing his hand to his brow, and
comprising in those three words all that his memory recalled of that
symbol of opposing sentiments.

"Eh! yes, sire, it is thus," said D'Artagnan, philosophically replying to
the royal thought, "it is thus the past flies away."

"That is true, monsieur, that is true; but there remains for us, thank
God! the future; and we will try to make it not too dark."

"I feel confidence in your majesty on that head," said D'Artagnan,
bowing, "and now - "

"You are right, monsieur; I had forgotten the hundred leagues you have
just ridden. Go, monsieur, take care of one of the best of soldiers, and
when you have reposed a little, come and place yourself at my disposal."

"Sire, absent or present, I am always yours."

D'Artagnan bowed and retired. Then, as if he had only come from
Fontainebleau, he quickly traversed the Louvre to rejoin Bragelonne.

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