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D'Artagnan put his hand to his sword, motioning to Porthos to follow his example. "Save the queen!" cried Mazarin to the coadjutor. Gondy sprang to the window and threw it open; he recognized Louvieres at the head of a troop of about three or four thousand men. "Not a step further," he shouted, "the queen is signing!" "What are you saying?" asked the queen.
Broussel was seated at the table with his family, having his wife opposite to him, his two daughters by his side, and his son, Louvieres, whom we have already seen when the accident happened to the councillor an accident from which he had quite recovered at the bottom of the table. The worthy man, restored to perfect health, was tasting the fine fruit which Madame de Longueville had sent to him.
"The truth, madame," said Mazarin, placing a pen and a paper before her, "you must;" then he added: "Sign, Anne, I implore you I command you." The queen fell into a chair, took the pen and signed. The people, kept back by Louvieres, had not made another step forward; but the awful murmuring, which indicates an angry people, continued.
"Oh, sir!" exclaimed Raoul, recognizing the young man as having seen him in the Rue Cocatrix, "spare him! it is his son!" D'Artagnan's arm dropped to his side. "Ah, you are his son!" he said; "that is a different thing." "Sir, I surrender," said Louvieres, presenting his unloaded musket to the officer. "Eh, no! do not surrender, egad! On the contrary, be off, and quickly.
Mazarin, clever politician as he was, was for once mistaken; Broussel was a thing, not a name. The next morning, therefore, when Broussel made his entrance into Paris in a large carriage, having his son Louvieres at his side and Friquet behind the vehicle, the people threw themselves in his way and cries of "Long live Broussel!"
At sight of the officer Broussel was somewhat moved, but seeing him bow politely he rose and bowed also. Still, in spite of this reciprocal politeness, the countenances of the women betrayed a certain amount of uneasiness; Louvieres became very pale and waited impatiently for the officer to explain himself. "Sir," said Comminges, "I am the bearer of an order from the king."
"Come, sir," said Comminges, "make haste; you must obey the king." "Sir," said Broussel, "I am in bad health and cannot give myself up a prisoner in this state; I must have time." "It is impossible," said Comminges; "the order is strict and must be put into execution this instant." "Impossible!" said Louvieres; "sir, beware of driving us to despair."
On his return home the coadjutor was informed that a young man had come in after his departure and was waiting for him; he started with delight when, on demanding the name of this young man, he learned that it was Louvieres. He hastened to his cabinet. Broussel's son was there, still furious, and still bearing bloody marks of his struggle with the king's officers.
Louvieres was proud and satisfied; he had taken revenge on Mazarin and had aided in his father's deliverance from prison. His name had been mentioned as a name of terror at the Palais Royal. Laughingly he said to the councillor, restored to his family: "Do you think, father, that if now I should ask for a company the queen would give it to me?"
At this moment a shot was fired and a ball passed through the hat of Comminges and broke the arm of one of the guards. Comminges looked up and saw amidst the smoke the threatening face of Louvieres appearing at the window of the second floor. "Very well, sir," said Comminges, "you shall hear of this anon." "And you of me, sir," said Louvieres; "and we shall see then who can speak the loudest."
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