Alexandre Dumas.

The Three Musketeers

Porthos and Aramis shook with rage. They could have strangled M. de Treville, had they not perceived that his great affection for them was the foundation of all he said.

As it was, they stamped on the carpet, bit their lips till the blood ran, and grasped the hilts of their swords with all their might.

M. de Trevilles summons for Athos, Porthos, and Aramis had, as we have said, been heard outside the room; and those who remained in the antechamber had concluded, from the sound of his voice, that he was in a towering rage. Ten curious heads, therefore, rested against the tapestry, and grew pale with anger, for their ears, glued to the door, lost not one word of what was said, whilst they rapidly repeated the taunting language of their captain to all who were in the antechamber. In an instant the whole hotel, from the door of the cabinet to the outer gate, was in a state of commotion.

So! the musketeers of the king allow themselves to be arrested by the guards of the cardinal! continued M. de Treville, not less excited within than were his soldiers without, but jerking out and mincing his words, and plunging them, as one may say, one by one, like poniards, into the bosoms of his auditors. So, six of his excellencys guards arrest six of his majestys musketeers! Sangdieu! I have taken my resolve. I will go hence to the Louvre, where I shall tender to the king my resignation as captain of the musketeers, and demand a lieutenancy in the cardinals guards; and if I fail in this, mortdieu, I will turn abb?!

At these words the murmurs without broke out into a regular explosion; nothing but oaths and curses were everywhere heard. Morbleu! Sangdieu! and Death to all the devils! resounded through the hotel. DArtagnan hastily glanced around the cabinet in search of some tapestry behind which he might hide himself, and failing in this, felt an almost uncontrollable desire to get under the table.

Well, captain, said Porthos, almost beside himself, the truth is, we were six against six, but were unawares set upon, and before we had time to draw our swords, two of our party fell dead, and Athos was so grievously wounded as to be scarcely in better plight. You know him well, captain; twice he endeavoured to rise, and twice he fell back; and yet we did not yield ourselves up. No, we were dragged away by force; but escaped on the road. As for Athos, they believed him dead, so quietly left him on the field of battle, not thinking he was worth carrying away. That is the truth. Zounds! captain, one cannot gain every battle; even the great Pompey lost that of Pharsalia; and Francis, who, I have heard, was as brave as most men, lost the battle of Pavia.

And I can assure you that I killed one fellow with his own sword, said Aramis, for mine broke at the first parry. Killed or poniarded him, as you please!

I did not know these circumstances, said M. de Treville, in a somewhat milder tone; from what I now learn, the cardinal must have exaggerated.

But I beseech you, sir said Aramis, who, seeing his captain more calm, ventured to hazard a requestI beseech you, sir, do not say that Athos is wounded; he would be in despair if it came to the kings ears; as the wound is very severe, having, after passing through the shoulder, penetrated the chest, it is not impossible

At this moment the door opened, and a noble and beautiful face, but frightfully pale, appeared.

Athos! exclaimed both the gentlemen.

Athos! repeated M.

de Treville himself.

You inquired for me, said Athos, to M. de Treville, in a perfectly calm but feeble voice. My comrades informed me that you commanded my presence, and I hastened to obey you; here I am, sir; what do you require me for? And with these words the musketeer, perfectly arrayed, and girded as usual, entered the cabinet with a firm step.

M. de Treville, touched to the heart by this proof of endurance, rushed towards him. I was just going to tell these gentlemen, added he, that I forbid my musketeers to expose their lives unnecessarily; for brave men are dear to the king, and his majesty knows that his musketeers are the bravest on the earth. Your hand, Athos! And without waiting till he responded to this proof of affection, M. de Treville seized his hand, and pressed it with much warmth, and without observing that Athos, notwithstanding his command over himself, uttered a cry of pain, and became even more pale than before, if it were possible.

In spite of the secrecy which had been observed respecting it, the severe wound which Athos had received was well known to his comrades, and his unlooked-for arrival had produced a great sensation amongst them. The door of the cabinet had, since his entrance, remained ajar; and, as two or three heads were, in the warmth of the general feeling, thrust through the opening of the tapestry, a simultaneous burst of applause followed the last words of their captain. M. de Treville would, doubtless, have sternly and instantly checked this infraction of the laws of propriety; but at the moment he suddenly felt the hand of Athos grasp his own, and, on looking at him, perceived that he was fainting. He had rallied all his powers to struggle against his pain during the interview; but he could now no longer sustain it, and fell senseless upon the carpet.

A surgeon! cried M. de Treville; mineor, rather, the kingsa surgeon! or my brave Athos will die! At these exclamations of M. de Treville, every one rushed into the cabinet, and before he could stop them, pressed round the wounded man. But this eagerness would have been useless, had not the surgeon been found in the hotel. Forcing his way through the spectators, he approached Athos, who was still insensible; and as the pressure of the crowd occasioned him much inconvenience, he directed as the first step of all, that the guardsman should be instantly conveyed into an adjoining apartment. M. de Treville immediately opened a door, and pointed out the way to Porthos and Aramis, who bore off their comrade in their arms.

The cabinet of M. de Treville, that place usually deemed sacred, became for the moment an adjunct to the antechamber, and one in which every one discoursed, talked loud, swore, and consigned the cardinal and all his guards to the infernal regions. In a few moments Porthos and Aramis re-entered, having left M. de Treville and the surgeon with the wounded man. At length M. de Treville himself followed, and announced that Athos had recovered his senses; whilst the surgeon declared that there was nothing in his situation to alarm his friends, his weakness being occasioned entirely by the loss of blood.

Upon a signal from M. de Treville, every one now retired except dArtagnan, who did not abandon his audience, but, with true Gascon tenacity, held his ground. When all the intruders had left the room, and the door was again closed, M. de Treville turned round, and found himself alone with the young man. The event which had just taken place had in some measure disarranged the previous train of his ideas; and he therefore now inquired what this persevering visitor required. DArtagnan repeated his name; and M. de Treville, recalling the past and present, instantly became aware of his situation.

Pardon, said he smiling, pardon, my dear countryman, but I had entirely forgotten you. What do you want? A captain is merely the father of a family, but burdened with a heavier responsibility than an ordinary parent; for soldiers are great children; but, as I maintain, it is my duty to see that the orders of the king, and more especially those of the cardinal, are carefully executed.

DArtagnan could not repress a smile; and this smile satisfied M. de Treville that he was not dealing with a fool. Therefore he came at once to the point, and, at the same time, changed the subject.

I have loved your father, said he; what can I do for his son? Tell me quickly, for my time is not my own.

Sir, said dArtagnan, in quitting Tarbes, and coming here, I wished to ask from you, as a memorial of the friendship which you have not forgotten, the uniform of a musketeer; but from what I have seen during these last two hours, I more fully comprehend the extreme importance of the favour, and tremble lest I may not be deemed a fit recipient.

It is truly a great favour, young man, said M. de Treville; but it cannot be so far above you as you believe, or, at least, seem to believe. However, a decision his majesty has provided for this case; and I regret to inform you, that no one is received among the musketeers who has not passed the ordeal of some campaigns, performed certain brilliant actions, or served for two years in some less favoured regiment than our own.

DArtagnan bowed in silence, but at the same time feeling more eager to don the uniform of the musketeers, since that object could only be obtained with great difficulty.

But, continued M. de Treville, fixing his piercing look upon his countryman, as if he wished to penetrate the inmost recesses of his heart, but for the sake of my ancient friend, your father, I wish to do something for you. Young man, we cadets of Bearn are not in general overburdened with wealth, and I fear that matters are not much improved in this respect since I left the province. Your purse, therefore, can scarce be as full as it was.

DArtagnan drew himself up with a proud air, which seemed to say, I ask charity of none.

It is well, young man, it is very well; I understand your feelings. I came to Paris myself with only four crowns in my pocket, and I would have fought any one who had dared to dispute my ability to purchase the Louvre.

DArtagnan assumed a still prouder air. Thanks to the sale of his horse, he began the world with four crowns more than M. de Treville.

I should say, therefore, that however large may be the sum you really possess, you ought to preserve it. In the meantime you must perfect yourself in all those accomplishments which become a gentleman, and I will this day write a letter to the director of the Royal Academy, who will receive you tomorrow without any fee. Do not refuse this trifling favour. Gentlemen of the highest rank and wealth often solicit without being able to obtain it, the same gift. You will there learn to ride, to fence, and to dance; you will form a circle in good society; and from time to time you must personally apprise me of your progress, and let me know if I can do anything for you.

DArtagnan, ignorant as he was of the manners of high society, felt the coldness of this reception.

Alas, sir, said he, I now deeply feel the want of the letter of introduction which my father gave me for you.

I am, in truth, somewhat surprised, replied M. de Treville, that you should have undertaken so long a journey without that viaticum, so essential to every Bearnese.

I had one, sir, and a good onethank God! cried dArtagnan, but was perfidiously robbed of it; and with a degree of warmth and an air of truth which charmed M. de Treville, he recounted his adventure at Meung, accurately describing his unknown adversary.

It was very strange, said M. de Treville musingly. You spoke of me openly, did you?

Yes, sir, I certainly committed that imprudence; but such a name as yours served me as a shield on my journey; therefore you can guess if I frequently covered myself with it or no!

It was an age of flattery, and M. de Treville loved the incense as well as a king or a cardinal. He could not help smiling, therefore, with evident satisfaction; but this smile soon passed away, and returning to the adventure at Meung, he continued

Tell me, had not this gentleman a slight scar on the cheek?

Yes, as if left by a pistol-ball.

Was he not a man of commanding air?


Of a tall figure?


With an olivine complexion?

Yes, yes, that is he: but do you know this man, sir? Ah! if I ever meet himand I will find him, I swear to you, even were he in hell

He attended a woman did he not? continued M. de Treville.

At least he departed after he had conversed a moment with the one he had attended.

Do you know the subject of their conversation?

He gave her a box, which he said contained her instructions, and desired her not to open it until she arrived in London.

Was this woman an Englishwoman?

He called her my lady.

It is he, murmured Treville: it must be; I thought he was at Brussels.

Oh, sir, exclaimed dArtagnan, if you know this man, tell me who and whence he is, and I will hold you absolved even of your promise to admit me amongst the musketeers; for before and above everything else, I long to avenge myself.

Beware, young man, said M. de Treville. Should you perceive this man walking on the one side of the street, instead of seeking your revenge, proceed yourself on the opposite side; precipitate not yourself against such a rock, upon which you will assuredly be shattered like glass.

That fear will not deter me, should I ever meet him, said dArtagnan.

In the meantime, do not seek him, replied Treville.

If you take my advice

But all at once M. de Treville paused, as if struck by a sudden suspicion: the deadly hatred which the young traveller so openly avowed for this man who had deprived him of his fathers letterwhich was in itself a very improbable circumstancemight not this apparent enmity conceal some perfidy? Was not this young man sent by his eminence? Did not he come to lay a trap for him? Was not this pretended dArtagnan an emissary of the cardinal, whom the latter sought to introduce into his house, and whom he wished to place near him to worm himself into his confidence, and afterwards to betray him, as was often done in similar cases? He looked more earnestly at dArtagnan than at first, and was but slightly reassured by the appearance of that countenance, beaming with acute talent and affected humility. I know very well that he is a Gascon, thought he; but he is just as likely to be one for the cardinal as for me. Yet I will try him further.

Young man, said he slowly, as the son of mine ancient friendfor I consider the history of this lost letter as trueI wish, in order to compensate for the coolness which you perceived in my first reception, to reveal to you the secrets of our politics. The king and the cardinal are the best of friends; their apparent disputes are merely to deceive fools; and I do not wish that my countryman, a handsome cavalier, a brave youth, formed to rise in the world, should be the dupe of all these pretences, and, like a simpleton, rush headlong into the snare which has made awful examples of so many others. Rest assured, that I am entirely devoted to these two all-powerful masters, and that all my serious proceedings can never have any other object in view than the service of the king, and of the cardinal, who is one of the most illustrious geniuses that France has ever produced. Now, young man, regulate your conduct by this; and should you, through your family or connections, or even your instincts, bear the slightest hostility towards the cardinal, such as you may have seen burst forth occasionally amongst our nobility, take your leave, and quit me. I can assist you in a thousand ways, without attaching you to my own person. At all events, I hope my frankness will make you my friend, for you are the first young man to whom I have as yet spoken in this manner.

Treville ceased speaking, but he thought to himself, If the cardinal has really sent me this young fox, he would not surely failhe who knows how much I loathe himto tell his spy that the best way of paying court to me, is to rail at himself. Therefore, in spite of my protestations, the cunning fellow will doubtless say that he holds his eminence in detestation.

The result, however, was far different from M. de Trevilles anticipations. DArtagnan replied, with the utmost simplicity, Sir, I am come to Paris with sentiments and intentions exactly similar to those you have just expressed. My father charged me to obey no one but the king, the cardinal, and yourself, whom he considers the three greatest men in France. DArtagnan, it will be perceived, added M. de Treville to the others, but he considered that this addition would do no harm. Hence, he continued, I have the greatest veneration for the cardinal, and the most profound respect for his actions. It is, therefore, so much the better for me, sir, if, as you say, you speak frankly to me, since you will then do me the honour to esteem this similarity of opinions; but if, on the contrary, as may be very natural, you entertain any feelings of distrust respecting me, so much the worse, as I shall then feel that I am ruined by speaking the truth. But in any case, you will at least honour me with your esteem, which I value more than anything else.

M. de Treville was astonished. So much penetration, and yet so much candour, excited his admiration, although they failed in wholly removing his doubts. The more superior this youth was to other young men, the more formidable a traitor would he make. Nevertheless, he grasped dArtagnans hand, and said to him, You are an honest fellow; but at present I can only do for you what I have promised. In the meantime, my hotel shall always be open to you; so that, having access to me at all times, and being ready to take advantage of every opportunity, you will probably hereafter obtain what you desire.

That is to say, replied dArtagnan, that you will wait till I have become worthy of it. Very well, he added, with Gascon familiarity; rest assured that you will not have to wait long; and he bowed to retire, as if the future lay with himself.

But wait a moment, said M. de Treville, stopping him; I promised you a letter to the director of the Academy. Are you too proud to accept it, my little gentleman?

No, sir, replied dArtagnan; and I will answer for it that the same fate that overtook my fathers letter shall not occur to this, which I will take good care shall reach its destination; and woe be to him who shall attempt to deprive me of it.

M. de Treville smiled at this gasconade, and leaving his young countryman in the embrasure of the window, where they had been talking, sat down to write the promised letter of introduction. In the meantime, dArtagnan, who had nothing better to do, beat a march on the window, looking at the musketeers, who had followed each other, and watching them rounding the corner of the street. M. de Treville, having written the letter and sealed it, approached the young man to give it to him; but at the very moment when dArtagnan held out his hand to receive it, M. de Treville was astonished to perceive his prot?g? spring up, redden with anger, and rush out of the cabinet, exclaiming

Ods blood! he shall not escape me this time!

And who is he? demanded M. de Treville.

It is hethe robber! replied dArtagnan. Oh, what a traitor!and he vanished.

Deuce take the madman! murmured M. de Treville, unless it is, after all, a clever mode of giving me the slip, seeing that he has failed in his attempts.

4 The Shoulder of Athos, the Belt of Porthos, and the Handkerchief of Aramis

DARTAGNAN, QUITE FURIOUS, had passed through the antechamber in three bounds, and reached the staircase, which he was about to descend by four steps at a time, when he suddenly ran full butt against a musketeer, who was leaving M. de Trevilles suite of rooms by a private door, and butting his shoulder, made him utter a cry, or rather a howl. Excuse me, said dArtagnan, trying to continue his course; excuse me; I am in a great hurry.

But he had hardly descended the first step, before a hand of iron seized him by the scarf and stopped him. You are in a hurry! exclaimed the musketeer, as pale as a sheet, and under this pretext you dash against me. You say, Excuse me, and think that is sufficient. But it is not so, my young man. Do you imagine, because you heard M. de Treville address us somewhat bluntly today that any one may speak to us as he speaks? Undeceive yourself, comrade: you are not M. de Treville?

Upon my wordsaid dArtagnan, seeing that it was Athos, who, after the treatment of the surgeon, was now returning to his apartmentsupon my word, I did not run against you on purpose; and not having done it on purpose, I said, Excuse me. It appears to me, therefore, quite sufficient. Nevertheless, I repeatand this time perhaps it is an excess of courtesythat, upon my honour, I am in a hurry, a confounded hurry: loose me, therefore, I beseech you, and permit me to go about my business.

Sir, said Athos, releasing him, you are by no means polite; it is evident that you come from a distance.

DArtagnan had already descended three or four steps, but at the remark of Athos, he stopped short. Sir, said he, from whatever distance I may come, I assure you that you are not the individual to give me a lesson in good manners.

Perhaps I am, replied Athos.

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