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This was our day; from Mayenne down, everybody went out of his way to pleasure us. I was suddenly emboldened by his manner. "Monsieur, perhaps it is preposterous to ask, but might I go with you?" He looked at me a moment, surprised. "Well, after all, why not? You too, Sir Musketeer, an you like." So the three of us, he and d'Auvray and I, went to rescue the Comte de Mar.
Quentin. He's here. He'll be so glad to see you." "Here?" "Certes. He's closeted now with M. de Mayenne. They're thicker than brothers. Go see for yourself, M. Lucas." "Where is mademoiselle?" "Safe. She's to marry the Comte de Mar to-morrow." He stared at me for one moment, weighing whether this could be true; then without further parley he shot into the house. "Is that true?" d'Auvray demanded.
"We and M. de Mayenne are friends now." I could not rouse him even to curiosity, it seemed. But he turned abruptly to the men with more life than he had yet shown. "You've not told this fellow?" "We understand our orders, monsieur," d'Auvray answered, a bit huffed. Now this was eminently the place for me to hold my tongue, but of course I could not. "They had no need to tell me, M. de Lorraine.
The General ordered candles, and called in Colonel von Roeder, the chief of his staff, from the ante-chamber. The letters were read. After a pause of an instant, the General said, "Clausewitz, you are a Prussian, do you believe that the letter of General d'Auvray is sincere, and that Wittgenstein's troops will really be at the points he mentioned on the 31st?"
"Here, my young cockerel, you and d'Auvray are to take this to the Bastille, and it will be strange if your master does not walk free again. His Grace bids you tell M. de Mar he remembers Wednesday night, underground." "And I remember Tuesday night in the council-room, Pierre," I was beginning, but he cut me short. Even now that I was in favour, he risked no mention of his disobedience.
We saluted La Motte and walked merrily out into the Place Bastille. I think I never felt so grand as when I passed through the noble sally-port, the soldiers making no motion to hinder us, but all saluting as if we owned the place. It had its advantage, this making friends with Mayenne. The first thing my lord did, still in the shadow of the prison, was to come to terms with d'Auvray.
"M. le Comte, will you come quietly with me to the St. Denis gate?" d'Auvray asked him. "Or must I borrow a guard from M. de La Motte?" M. Étienne's whole face was smiling; not his lips alone, but his eyes. Even his skin and hair seemed to have taken on a brighter look. He glanced at d'Auvray in surprise at the absurd question. "I will come like a lamb, M. le Mousquetaire."
The Author replied, "I pledge myself for the sincerity of this letter upon the knowledge I have of General d'Auvray and the other men of Wittgenstein's headquarters; whether the dispositions he announces can be accomplished as he lays down I certainly cannot pledge myself; for your Excellency knows that in war we must often fall short of the line we have drawn for ourselves."
But the tall d'Auvray bespoke him. "M. de Lorraine! Any news?" He started and turned to us in half-absent surprise, as if he had not known of our presence nor, indeed, quite realized it now. He was both pale and rumpled, like one who has not closed an eye all night. "Any news here?" he made Norman answer. "No, monsieur, unless his Grace has information. We have heard nothing." "And the woman?"
"When I drew out my knife to get the thief from the candle he screamed to wake the dead and took sanctuary in the oratory." I had given him the lie then and there, but as I emerged from the darkness Mayenne commanded: "Take him out to the street, d'Auvray." The tall musketeer, saluting, motioned me to precede him. For a moment I hesitated, burning to defend my valour before mademoiselle.
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