"Ma foi! no; I come on my own part.Come, Parry, quick! The king -- I want the king."Parry did not think it his duty to resist any longer; he knew D'Artagnan of old; he knew that, although a Gascon, his words never promised more than they could stand to.He crossed a court and a little garden, appeased the dog, that seemed most anxious to taste of the musketeer's flesh, and went to knock at the window of a chamber forming the ground-floor of a little pavilion.Immediately a little dog inhabiting that chamber replied to the great dog inhabiting the court.
"Poor king!" said D'Artagnan to himself, "these are his body-guards.It is true he is not the worse guarded on that account.""What is wanted with me?" asked the king, from the back of the chamber.
"Sire, it is M.le Chevalier d'Artagnan, who brings you some news."A noise was immediately heard in the chamber, a door was opened, and a flood of light inundated the corridor and the garden.The king was working by the light of a lamp.Papers were lying about upon his desk, and he had commenced the foul copy of a letter which showed, by the numerous erasures, the trouble he had had in writing it.
"Come in, monsieur le chevalier," said he, turning around.
Then perceiving the fisherman, "What do you mean, Parry?
Where is M.le Chevalier d'Artagnan?" asked Charles.
"He is before you, sire," said M.d'Artagnan.
"What, in that costume?"
"Yes; look at me, sire; do you not remember having seen me at Blois, in the ante-chambers of King Louis XIV.?""Yes, monsieur, and I remember I was much pleased with you."D'Artagnan bowed."It was my duty to behave as I did, the moment I knew that I had the honor of being near your majesty.""You bring me news, do you say?"
"Yes, sire."
"From the king of France?"
"Ma foi! no, sire," replied D'Artagnan."Your majesty must have seen yonder that the king of France is only occupied with his own majesty."Charles raised his eyes towards heaven.
"No, sire, no," continued D'Artagnan."I bring news entirely composed of personal facts.Nevertheless, I hope your majesty will listen to the facts and news with some favor.""Speak, monsieur."
"If I am not mistaken, sire, your majesty spoke a great deal, at Blois, of the embarrassed state in which the affairs of England are."Charles colored."Monsieur," said he, "it was to the king of France I related ---- ""Oh! your majesty is mistaken," said the musketeer, coolly;"I know how to speak to kings in misfortune.It is only when they are in misfortune that they speak to me; once fortunate, they look upon me no more.I have, then, for your majesty, not only the greatest respect, but, still more, the most absolute devotion; and that, believe me, with me, sire, means something.Now, hearing your majesty complain of fate, I found that you were noble and generous, and bore misfortune well.""In truth," said Charles, much astonished, "I do not know which I ought to prefer, your freedoms or your respects.""You will choose presently, sire," said D'Artagnan."Then your majesty complained to your brother, Louis XIV., of the difficulty you experienced in returning to England and regaining your throne for want of men and money."Charles allowed a movement of impatience to escape him.
