How M.d'Eymeris's Diamond passed into the Hands of M.D'Artagnan.
Whilst this violent, noisy, and bloody scene was passing on the Greve, several men, barricaded behind the gate of communication with the garden, replaced their swords in their sheaths, assisted one among them to mount a ready saddled horse which was waiting in the garden, and like a flock of startled birds, fled in all directions, some climbing the walls, others rushing out at the gates with all the fury of a panic.He who mounted the horse, and gave him the spur so sharply that the animal was near leaping the wall, this cavalier, we say, crossed the Place Baudoyer, passed like lightning before the crowd in the streets, riding against, running over and knocking down all that came in his way, and, ten minutes after, arrived at the gates of the superintendent, more out of breath than his horse.The Abbe Fouquet, at the clatter of the hoofs on the pavement, appeared at a window of the court, and before even the cavalier had set foot to the ground, "Well! Danecamp?" cried he, leaning half out of the window.
"Well, it is all over," replied the cavalier.
"All over!" cried the abbe."Then they are saved?""No, monsieur," replied the cavalier, "they are hung.""Hung!" repeated the abbe, turning pale.A lateral door suddenly opened, and Fouquet appeared in the chamber, pale, distracted, with lips half opened, breathing a cry of grief and anger.He stopped upon the threshold to listen to what was addressed from the court to the window.
"Miserable wretches!" said the abbe."you did not fight, then?""Like lions."
"Say like cowards."
"Monsieur!"
"A hundred men accustomed to war, sword in hand, are worth ten thousand archers in a surprise.Where is Menneville, that boaster, that braggart, who was to come back either dead or a conqueror?""Well, monsieur, he has kept his word.He is dead!""Dead! Who killed him?"
"A demon disguised as a man, a giant armed with ten flaming swords -- a madman, who at one blow extinguished the fire, put down the riot, and caused a hundred musketeers to rise up out of the pavement of the Greve."Fouquet raised his brow, streaming with sweat, murmuring, "Oh! Lyodot and D'Eymeris! dead! dead! dead! and Idishonored."
The abbe turned round, and perceiving his brother, despairing and livid, "Come, come," said he, "it is a blow of fate, monsieur; we must not lament thus.Our attempt has failed, because God ---- ""Be silent, abbe! be silent!" cried Fouquet; "your excuses are blasphemies.Order that man up here, and let him relate the details of this terrible event.""But, brother ---- "
"Obey, monsieur!"
The abbe made a sign, and in half a minute the man's step was heard upon the stairs.At the same time Gourville appeared behind Fouquet, like the guardian angel of the superintendent, pressing one finger on his lips to enjoin observation even amidst the bursts of his grief.The minister resumed all the serenity that human strength left at the disposal of a heart half broken with sorrow.Danecamp appeared."Make your report," said Gourville.
"Monsieur," replied the messenger, "we received orders to carry off the prisoners, and to cry `Vive Colbert!' whilst carrying them off.""To burn them alive, was it not, abbe?" interrupted Gourville.
"Yes, yes, the order was given to Menneville.Menneville knew what was to be done, and Menneville is dead."This news appeared rather to reassure Gourville than to sadden him.
"Yes, certainly to burn them alive," said the abbe, eagerly.
"Granted, monsieur, granted," said the man, looking into the eyes and the faces of the two interlocutors, to ascertain what there was profitable or disadvantageous to himself in telling the truth.
"Now, proceed," said Gourville.
"The prisoners," cried Danecamp, "were brought to the Greve, and the people, in a fury, insisted upon their being burnt instead of being hung.""And the people were right," said the abbe."Go on.""But," resumed the man, "at the moment the archers were broken, at the moment the fire was set to one of the houses of the Place destined to serve as a funeral-pile for the guilty, this fury, this demon, this giant of whom I told you, and who we had been informed, was the proprietor of the house in question, aided by a young man who accompanied him, threw out of the window those who kept up the fire, called to his assistance the musketeers who were in the crowd, leapt himself from the window of the first story into the Place, and plied his sword so desperately that the victory was restored to the archers, the prisoners were retaken, and Menneville killed.When once recaptured, the condemned were executed in three minutes." Fouquet, in spite of his self-command, could not prevent a deep groan escaping him.
"And this man, the proprietor of the house, what is his name?" said the abbe.
"I cannot tell you, not having even been able to get sight of him; my post had been appointed in the garden, and Iremained at my post: only the affair was related to me as Irepeat it.I was ordered, when once the affair was at an end, to come at best speed arid announce to you the manner in which it finished.According to this order, I set out, full gallop, and here I am.""Very well, monsieur, we have nothing else to ask of you,"said the abbe, more and more dejected, in proportion as the moment approached for finding himself alone with his brother.
"Have you been paid?" asked Gourville.
"Partly, monsieur," replied Danecamp.
