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Updated: June 12, 2025
Why did they admit me at this moment?" "As a confessor, Monsieur," whispered one of the commissioners; "for no stranger has entered this place these two months." As soon as the huge gates of the prison were closed, and the outside gratings lowered, "To the terrace, in the name of Heaven!" again exclaimed Grandchamp. And he drew his master and De Thou thither.
No, Monsieur, I am too deeply impressed with the respect I owe to Madame la Marquise, to give her an opportunity of saying to me: 'Grandchamp, my son has been killed with a shot or with a sword; why were you not before him? Or, 'He has received a stab from the stiletto of an Italian, because he went at night beneath the window of a great princess; why did you not seize the assassin? This would be very disagreeable to me, Monsieur, for I never have been reproached with anything of the kind.
The enemy's outposts were stationed around the village of Saint-Nolf; I was hidden in the woods of Grandchamp with fifty men. Recommending my soul to God, I left the woods alone.
But the old priest still detained and embraced his pupil. "We hope," said he; "we hope for mercy." "I shall refuse it," said Cinq-Mars. "We hope for nothing but the mercy of God," added De Thou. "Silence!" said Grandchamp, "the judges are returning." And the door opened again to admit the dismal procession, from which Joseph and Laubardemont were missing.
Four were mounted by servants, cloaked and armed; the other horse, black and spirited, was held by old Grandchamp it was his master's steed. "Ah!" exclaimed Bassompierre; "see, our battlehorses are saddled and bridled. Come, young man, we must say, with our old Marot: 'Adieu la cour, adieu les dames! Adieu les filles et les femmes! Adieu vous dy pour quelque temps; Adieu vos plaisans parse-temps!
The soldier, with the same calm indifference, was looking on at the Swiss disputing around him, while holding the ladder. Cinq-Mars arrived in time to save them, gave his name to the Swiss sergeant, and, employing Grandchamp as interpreter, said that the two prisoners were his, and that he would take them to his tent; that he was a captain in the guards, and would be responsible for them.
"Let me read myself," said Cinq-Mars, taking one side of the book. Old Grandchamp gravely advanced his tawny face and his gray hair to the foot of the bed to listen. His master read, stopped at the first phrase, but with a smile, perhaps slightly forced, he went on to the end. "I. Now it was in the city of Milan that they appeared. "II. The high-priest said to them, 'Bow down and adore the gods.
"Are they already coming to fetch us?" said Cinq-Mars. "Bah! bah!" answered Grandchamp, "do not make yourself uneasy; it is the Tour des Oubliettes. I have prowled round the fort for two months, and I have seen men fall from there into the water at least once a week. Let us think of our affair. I see a light down there."
"That clock has sounded the hour of a rendezvous." "For me, it sounds like a passing-bell. But be silent, Laure; here are three cloaks passing." They allowed three men to pass. Grandchamp followed them, made sure of the road they took, and returned to his seat, sighing deeply. "The snow is cold, Laure, and I am old.
"Ah, the duchy of Mantua! would I were back there again, Grandchamp!" "Pshaw! don't speak so loud," said the old domestic, abruptly. "The walls of Paris have Cardinalist ears, and more especially the walls of the churches. Has your mistress entered? My master awaits her at the door." "Yes, yes; she has gone in." "Be silent," said Grandchamp. "The sound of the clock is cracked. That's a bad sign."
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