"Remember!"
A horseman was going rapidly along the road leading towards Blois, which he had left nearly half an hour before, passed the two travelers, and, though apparently in haste, raised his hat as he passed them.The king scarcely observed this young man, who was about twenty-five years of age, and who, turning round several times, made friendly signals to a man standing before the gate of a handsome white-and-red house;that is to say, built of brick and stone, with a slated roof, situated on the left hand of the road the prince was traveling.
This man, old, tall, and thin, with white hair, -- we speak of the one standing by the gate; -- this man replied to the farewell signals of the young one by signs of parting as tender as could have been made by a father, The young man disappeared at the first turn of the road, bordered by fine trees, and the old man was preparing to return to the house, when the two travelers, arriving in front of the gate, attracted his attention.
The king, we have said, was riding with his head cast down, his arms inert, leaving his horse to go what pace he liked, whilst Parry, behind him, the better to imbibe the genial influence of the sun, had taken off his hat, and was looking about right and left.His eyes encountered those of the old man leaning against the gate; the latter, as if struck by some strange spectacle, uttered an exclamation, and made one step towards the two travelers.From Parry his eyes immediately turned towards the king, upon whom they rested for an instant.This exclamation, however rapid, was instantly reflected in a visible manner upon the features of the tall old man.For scarcely had he recognized the younger of the travelers -- and we say recognized, for nothing but a perfect recognition could have explained such an act --scarcely, we say, had he recognized the younger of the two travelers, than he clapped his hands together, with respectful surprise, and, raising his hat from his head, bowed so profoundly that it might have been said he was kneeling.This demonstration, however absent, or rather, however absorbed was the king in his reflections, attracted his attention instantly; and checking his horse and turning towards Parry, he exclaimed, "Good God, Parry, who is that man who salutes me in such a marked manner? Can he know me, think you?"Parry, much agitated and very pale, had already turned his horse towards the gate."Ah, sire!" said he, stopping suddenly at five of six paces' distance from the still bending man: "sire, I am seized with astonishment, for Ithink I recognize that brave man.Yes, it must be he! Will your majesty permit me to speak to him?""Certainly."
"Can it be you, Monsieur Grimaud?" asked Parry.
"Yes, it is I," replied the tall old man, drawing himself up, but without losing his respectful demeanor.
"Sire," then said Parry, "I was not deceived.This good man is the servant of the Comte de la Fere, and the Comte de la Fere, if you remember, is the worthy gentleman of whom Ihave so often spoken to your majesty that the remembrance of him must remain, not only in your mind, but in your heart.""He who assisted my father at his last moments?" asked Charles, evidently affected at the remembrance.
"The same, sire."
"Alas!" said Charles; and then addressing Grimaud, whose penetrating and intelligent eyes seemed to search and divine his thoughts, -- "My friend," said he, "does your master, Monsieur le Comte de la Fere, live in this neighborhood?""There," replied Grimaud, pointing with his outstretched arm to the white-and-red house behind the gate.
"And is Monsieur le Comte de la Fere at home at present?""At the back, under the chestnut trees."
"Parry," said the king, "I will not miss this opportunity, so precious for me, to thank the gentleman to whom our house is indebted for such a noble example of devotedness and generosity.Hold my horse, my friend, if you please." And, throwing the bridle to Grimaud, the king entered the abode of Athos, quite alone, as one equal enters the dwelling of another.Charles had been informed by the concise explanation of Grimaud, -- "At the back, under the chestnut trees;" he left, therefore, the house on the left, and went straight down the path indicated.The thing was easy; the tops of those noble trees, already covered with leaves and flowers, rose above all the rest.
On arriving under the lozenges, by turns luminous and dark, which checkered the ground of this path according as the trees were more or less in leaf, the young prince perceived a gentleman walking with his arms behind him, apparently plunged in a deep meditation.Without doubt, he had often had this gentleman described to him, for, without hesitating, Charles II.walked straight up to him.At the sound of his footsteps, the Comte de la Fere raised his head, and seeing an unknown man of noble and elegant carriage coming towards him, he raised his hat and waited.
At some paces from him, Charles II.likewise took off his hat.Then, as if in reply to the comte's mute interrogation, --"Monsieur le Comte," said he," I come to discharge a duty towards you.I have, for a long time, had the expression of a profound gratitude to bring you.I am Charles II., son of Charles Stuart, who reigned in England, and died on the scaffold."On hearing this illustrious name, Athos felt a kind of shudder creep through his veins, but at the sight of the young prince standing uncovered before him, and stretching out his hand towards him, two tears, for an instant, dimmed his brilliant eyes.He bent respectfully, but the prince took him by the hand.
