List Of Contents | Contents of The Man in the Iron Mask, by Dumas, Pere
< < Previous Page     Next Page > >

"But too well, and that disturbs me.  You understand?"

"Nevertheless I am suffocated.   Francois."  Francois entered.  "Open the
windows, I pray you, Master Francois," said Aramis.  "You will allow him,
dear M. Baisemeaux?"

"You are at home here," answered the governor.  The window was opened.
"Do you not think," said M. de Baisemeaux, "that you will find yourself
very lonely, now M. de la Fere has returned to his household gods at
Blois?  He is a very old friend, is he not?"

"You know it as I do, Baisemeaux, seeing that you were in the musketeers
with us."

"Bah! with my friends I reckon neither bottles of wine nor years."

"And you are right.  But I do more than love M. de la Fere, dear
Baisemeaux; I venerate him."

"Well, for my part, though 'tis singular," said the governor, "I prefer
M. d'Artagnan to him.  There is a man for you, who drinks long and well!
That kind of people allow you at least to penetrate their thoughts."

"Baisemeaux, make me tipsy to-night; let us have a merry time of it as of
old, and if I have a trouble at the bottom of my heart, I promise you,
you shall see it as you would a diamond at the bottom of your glass."

"Bravo!" said Baisemeaux, and he poured out a great glass of wine and
drank it off at a draught, trembling with joy at the idea of being, by
hook or by crook, in the secret of some high archiepiscopal misdemeanor.
While he was drinking he did not see with what attention Aramis was
noting the sounds in the great court.  A courier came in about eight
o'clock as Francois brought in the fifth bottle, and, although the
courier made a great noise, Baisemeaux heard nothing.

"The devil take him," said Aramis.

"What! who?" asked Baisemeaux.  "I hope 'tis neither the wine you drank
nor he who is the cause of your drinking it."

"No; it is a horse, who is making noise enough in the court for a whole

"Pooh! some courier or other," replied the governor, redoubling his
attention to the passing bottle.  "Yes; and may the devil take him, and
so quickly that we shall never hear him speak more.  Hurrah! hurrah!"

"You forget me, Baisemeaux! my glass is empty," said Aramis, lifting his
dazzling Venetian goblet.

"Upon my honor, you delight me.  Francois, wine!"  Francois entered.
"Wine, fellow! and better."

"Yes, monsieur, yes; but a courier has just arrived."

"Let him go to the devil, I say."

"Yes, monsieur, but - "

"Let him leave his news at the office; we will see to it to-morrow.  To-
morrow, there will be time to-morrow; there will be daylight," said
Baisemeaux, chanting the words.

"Ah, monsieur," grumbled the soldier Francois, in spite of himself,

"Take care," said Aramis, "take care!"

"Of what? dear M. d'Herblay," said Baisemeaux, half intoxicated.

"The letter which the courier brings to the governor of a fortress is
sometimes an order."

"Nearly always."

"Do not orders issue from the ministers?"

"Yes, undoubtedly; but - "

"And what to these ministers do but countersign the signature of the

"Perhaps you are right.  Nevertheless, 'tis very tiresome when you are
sitting before a good table, _tete-a-tete_ with a friend - Ah! I beg your
pardon, monsieur; I forgot it is I who engage you at supper, and that I
speak to a future cardinal."

"Let us pass over that, dear Baisemeaux, and return to our soldier, to

"Well, and what has Francois done?"

"He has demurred!"

"He was wrong, then?"

"However, he _has_ demurred, you see; 'tis because there is something
extraordinary in this matter.  It is very possible that it was not
Francois who was wrong in demurring, but you, who are in the wrong in
not listening to him."

"Wrong?  I to be wrong before Francois? that seems rather hard."

"Pardon me, merely an irregularity.  But I thought it my duty to make an
observation which I deem important."

"Oh! perhaps you are right," stammered Baisemeaux.  "The king's order is
sacred; but as to orders that arrive when one is at supper, I repeat that
the devil - "

"If you had said as much to the great cardinal - hem! my dear Baisemeaux,
and if his order had any importance."

"I do it that I may not disturb a bishop.  _Mordioux!_ am I not, then,

"Do not forget, Baisemeaux, that I have worn the soldier's coat, and I am
accustomed to obedience everywhere."

"You wish, then - "

"I wish that you would do your duty, my friend; yes, at least before this

"'Tis mathematically true," exclaimed Baisemeaux.  Francois still waited:
"Let them send this order of the king's up to me," he repeated,
recovering himself.  And he added in a low tone, "Do you know what it
is?  I will tell you something about as interesting as this.  'Beware of
fire near the powder magazine;' or, 'Look close after such and such a
one, who is clever at escaping,'  Ah! if you only knew, monseigneur, how
many times I have been suddenly awakened from the very sweetest, deepest
slumber, by messengers arriving at full gallop to tell me, or rather,
bring me a slip of paper containing these words: 'Monsieur de Baisemeaux,
what news?'  'Tis clear enough that those who waste their time writing
such orders have never slept in the Bastile.  They would know better;
they have never considered the thickness of my walls, the vigilance of my
officers, the number of rounds we go.  But, indeed, what can you expect,
monseigneur?  It is their business to write and torment me when I am at
rest, and to trouble me when I am happy," added Baisemeaux, bowing to
Aramis.  "Then let them do their business."

"And do you do yours," added the bishop, smiling.

Francois re-entered; Baisemeaux took from his hands the minister's
order.  He slowly undid it, and as slowly read it.  Aramis pretended to
be drinking, so as to be able to watch his host through the glass.  Then,
Baisemeaux, having read it: "What was I just saying?" he exclaimed.

"What is it?" asked the bishop.

"An order of release!  There, now; excellent news indeed to disturb us!"

"Excellent news for him whom it concerns, you will at least agree, my
dear governor!"

"And at eight o'clock in the evening!"

"It is charitable!"

"Oh! charity is all very well, but it is for that fellow who says he is
so weary and tired, but not for me who am amusing myself," said
Baisemeaux, exasperated.

"Will you lose by him, then?  And is the prisoner who is to be set at
liberty a good payer?"

"Oh, yes, indeed! a miserable, five-franc rat!"

"Let me see it," asked M. d'Herblay.  "It is no indiscretion?"

"By no means; read it."

"There is 'Urgent,' on the paper; you have seen that, I suppose?"

"Oh, admirable!  'Urgent!' - a man who has been there ten years!  It is
_urgent_ to set him free to-day, this very evening, at eight o'clock! -
_urgent!_"  And Baisemeaux, shrugging his shoulders with an air of
supreme disdain, flung the order on the table and began eating again.

"They are fond of these tricks!" he said, with his mouth full; "they
seize a man, some fine day, keep him under lock and key for ten years,
and write to you, 'Watch this fellow well,' or 'Keep him very strictly.'
And then, as soon as you are accustomed to look upon the prisoner as a
dangerous man, all of a sudden, without rhyme or reason they write - 'Set
him at liberty,' and actually add to their missive - 'urgent.'  You will
own, my lord, 'tis enough to make a man at dinner shrug his shoulders!"

"What do you expect?  It is for them to write," said Aramis, "for you to
execute the order."

"Good! good! execute it!  Oh, patience!  You must not imagine that I am a

"Gracious Heaven! my very good M. Baisemeaux, who ever said so?  Your
independence is well known."

"Thank Heaven!"

"But your goodness of heart is also known."

"Ah! don't speak of it!"

"And your obedience to your superiors.  Once a soldier, you see,
Baisemeaux, always a soldier."

"And I shall directly obey; and to-morrow morning, at daybreak, the
prisoner referred to shall be set free."


"At dawn."

"Why not this evening, seeing that the _lettre de cachet_ bears, both on
the direction and inside, '_urgent_'?"

"Because this evening we are at supper, and our affairs are urgent, too!"

"Dear Baisemeaux, booted though I be, I feel myself a priest, and charity
has higher claims upon me than hunger and thirst.  This unfortunate man
has suffered long enough, since you have just told me that he has been
your prisoner these ten years.  Abridge his suffering.  His good time has
come; give him the benefit quickly.  God will repay you in Paradise with
years of felicity."

"You wish it?"

"I entreat you."

"What! in the very middle of our repast?"

"I implore you; such an action is worth ten Benedicites."

"It shall be as you desire, only our supper will get cold."

"Oh! never heed that."

Baisemeaux leaned back to ring for Francois, and by a very natural motion
turned round towards the door.  The order had remained on the table;
Aramis seized the opportunity when Baisemeaux was not looking to change
the paper for another, folded in the same manner, which he drew swiftly
from his pocket.  "Francois," said the governor, "let the major come up
here with the turnkeys of the Bertaudiere."  Francois bowed and quitted
the room, leaving the two companions alone.

Chapter VIII:
The General of the Order.

There was now a brief silence, during which Aramis never removed his eyes
from Baisemeaux for a moment.  The latter seemed only half decided to
disturb himself thus in the middle of supper, and it was clear he was
trying to invent some pretext, whether good or bad, for delay, at any
rate till after dessert.  And it appeared also that he had hit upon an
excuse at last.

"Eh! but it is impossible!" he cried.

"How impossible?" said Aramis.  "Give me a glimpse of this impossibility."

"'Tis impossible to set a prisoner at liberty at such an hour.  Where can
he go to, a man so unacquainted with Paris?"

"He will find a place wherever he can."

"You see, now, one might as well set a blind man free!"

< < Previous Page     Next Page > >

Other sites: