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"A million!" murmured he. "Oh, count!" "'You alone know that this money exists: employ it when you think it can be of the greatest service to my eldest son. And now, Comte de la Fere, bid me adieu! "'Adieu, adieu, sire! cried I." Charles arose, and went and leant his burning brow against the window. "It was then," continued Athos, "that the king pronounced the word, 'REMEMBER! addressed to me.
"No; it is not he whom I intended to refer to." "The Comte de la Fere, then?" "And his son, the son of all four of us." "That poor boy who is dying of love for La Valliere, whom my brother so disloyally bereft him of? Be easy on that score. I shall know how to rehabilitate his happiness.
You come from that country, you are a Frenchman, and the orders which I see glittering upon your person announce you to be a man of merit as well as a man of quality." "Monsieur," said the cardinal, turning towards the queen-mother, "is an ancient servant of your majesty's, Monsieur le Comte de la Fere."
"I would willingly escort the Comte de la Fere," said some one, "if I had not to speak to Monsieur d'Artagnan." "Who is that?" said D'Artagnan, looking into the darkness. "I, Monsieur d'Artagnan." "Heaven forgive me, if that is not Monsieur Baisemeaux's voice." "It is, monsieur." "What are you doing in the courtyard, my dear Baisemeaux?" "I am waiting your orders, my dear Monsieur d'Artagnan."
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.
He was met by inhabitants of Fere Champenoise, who had fled to Marolles, and informed him that Marshals Marmont and Mortier had suffered decisive defeats at the hands of the allies; that the divisions of General Pacthod and Aurey had been annihilated, and that the united armies of Bohemia and Silesia were in rapid march on Paris.
Thus, having recognized in the mayor of one of the communes in the suburbs of Craonne one of his former comrades in the regiment of La Fere, he placed him in the number of his aides-de-camp, and arranged that he should serve as guide through this country, which no one knew better than he.
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."
Taking up the recital of the affair which had cost Raoul his life, he found these words, which ended the concluding paragraph of the letter: "Monseigneur le duc has ordered that the body of monsieur le vicomte should be embalmed, after the manner practiced by the Arabs when they wish their dead to be carried to their native land; and monsieur le duc has appointed relays, so that the same confidential servant who brought up the young man might take back his remains to M. le Comte de la Fere."
Porthos looked at D'Artagnan, and did not move. The King almost turned purple with rage. He again touched the hell. Athos entered. "Count, arrest Porthos and D'Artagnan." The Count de la Fere glanced at Porthos and D'Artagnan, and smiled sweetly. "Sacre! Where is Aramis?" said the King violently. "Here, sire," and Aramis entered. "Arrest Athos, Porthos, and D'Artagnan."
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