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Fontrailles, his aide-de-camp, had an arm broken; his horse had received a bullet in his neck and he had difficulty in controlling him, maddened by pain.
"Whom are they conducting here? Ah, here is a fine gilt coach! but there's no one in it." "Ah! I see three men on foot; where are they going?" "To death!" said Fontrailles, in a deep, stern voice which silenced all around. Nothing was heard but the slow tramp of the horses, which suddenly stopped, from one of those delays that happen in all processions.
The invalid had received up to midnight friendly or interested visits; among the first were those of little Gondi and of Fontrailles, who were also preparing to quit Perpignan for Paris. The ex-page, Olivier d'Entraigues, joined with them in complimenting the fortunate volunteer, whom the King seemed to have distinguished.
"Those things," replied Fontrailles, "of which Monsieur de Montresor had the honor to speak to Monsieur are precisely those which I foresaw here yesterday evening, when I had the honor of conversing with you." "That is not the question," interrupted Gaston. "You cannot say that I have ordered or authorized anything. I meddle with nothing; I know nothing of government."
All the men immediately released their hold, and ran into the wood; a burst of savage laughter was heard, and a man approached Cinq-Mars. "Amigo, do you not recognize me? 'Tis but a joke of Jacques, the Spanish captain." Fontrailles approached, and said in a low voice to the grand ecuyer: "Monsieur, this is an enterprising fellow; I would advise you to employ him. We must neglect no chance."
"Whom are they conducting here? Ah, here is a fine gilt coach! but there's no one in it." "Ah! I see three men on foot; where are they going?" "To death!" said Fontrailles, in a deep, stern voice which silenced all around. Nothing was heard but the slow tramp of the horses, which suddenly stopped, from one of those delays that happen in all processions.
The Abbe de Gondi, dragging a cavalier by his cloak to pull him down, exclaimed: "Here are my people! Fontrailles, now you will see something worth while! Look! look already who they run! It is really charming." And he abandoned his hold, and mounted upon a stone to contemplate the manoeuvres of his troops, crossing his arms with the importance of a General of an army.
"Gentlemen," said Cinq-Mars, who had not ceased to observe the walls, "there is a very decided part which we could take, an important share in this we might enter this ill-guarded bastion." "An excellent idea, Monsieur," said Fontrailles; "but we are but five against at least thirty, and are in plain sight and easily counted."
Montresor answered, "The King bends his ear toward the Duc de Bouillon, who is speaking to him; he speaks again! he gesticulates! he does not cease! Oh, he'll be minister!" "He will be minister!" said Fontrailles. "He will be minister!" echoed the Comte du Lude. "Oh, no doubt of it!" said Montresor.
Such were Beaupre, Fontrailles, Fiesque, Montresor, who had the austerity of Cato, but not his sagacity, and M. de Bethune, who obliged M. de Beaufort to make me great overtures, which I received very respectfully, but entered into none.
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