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Alexandre Dumas
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It is early summer, 1661, and the royal court of France is in turmoil. Can it be true that the King is in love with the Duchess d'Orleans? Or has his eye been caught by the sweet and gentle Louise de la Valliere? No one is more anxious to know the answer than Raoul, son of Athos, who loves Louise more than life itself. Behind the scenes, dark intrigues are afoot. Louis XIV is intent on making himself absolute master of France. Imminent crisis shakes the now ageing Musketeers and d'Artagnan out of their complacent retirement, but is the cause just?
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CHAPTER I. MALAGA.
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DURING ALL THESE LONG AND noisy debates between the opposite ambitions of politics and love, one of our characters, perhaps the one least deserving of neglect, was, however, very much neglected, very much forgotten, and exceedingly unhappy. In fact, DâArtagnanâDâArtagnan, we say, for we must call him by his name, to remind our readers of his existenceâDâArtagnan, we repeat, had absolutely nothing whatever to do, amidst these brilliant butterflies of fashion. After following the king during two whole days at Fontainebleau, and critically observing the various pastoral fancies and heroi-comic transformations of his sovereign, the musketeer felt that he needed something more than this to satisfy the cravings of his nature. At every moment assailed by people asking him, âHow do you think this costume suits me, Monsieur dâArtagnan?â he would reply to them in quiet, sarcastic tones, âWhy, I think you are quite as well-dressed as the best-dressed monkey to be found in the fair at Saint-Laurent.â It was just such a compliment DâArtagnan would choose where he did not feel disposed to pay any other: and, whether agreeable or not, the inquirer was obliged to be satisfied with it. Whenever any one asked him, âHow do you intend to dress yourself this evening?â he replied, âI shall undress myself;â at which the ladies all laughed, and a few of them blushed. But after a couple of days passed in this manner, the musketeer, perceiving that nothing serious was likely to arise which would concern him, and that the king had completely, or, at least, appeared to have completely forgotten Paris, Saint-Mande, and Belle-Isleâthat M. Colbertâs mind was occupied with illuminations and fireworksâthat for the next month, at least, the ladies had plenty of glances to bestow, and also to receive in exchangeâDâArtagnan asked the king for leave of absence for a matter of private business. At the moment DâArtagnan made his request, his majesty was on the point of going to bed, quite exhausted from dancing.
âYou wish to leave me, Monsieur dâArtagnan?â inquired the king, with an air of astonishment; for Louis XIV. could never understand why any one who had the distinguished honor of being near him could wish to leave him.
âSire,â said DâArtagnan, âI leave you simply because I am not of the slightest service to you in anything. Ah! if I could only hold the balancing-pole while you were dancing, it would be a very different affair.â
âBut, my dear Monsieur dâArtagnan,â said the king, gravely, âpeople dance without balancing-poles.â
âAh! indeed,â said the musketeer, continuing his imperceptible tone of irony, âI had no idea such a thing was possible.â
âYou have not seen me dance, then?â inquired the king.
âYes; but I always thought dancers went from easy to difficult acrobatic feats. I was mistaken; all the more greater reason, therefore, that I should leave for a time. Sire, I repeat, you have no present occasion for my services; besides, if your majesty should have any need of me, you would know where to find me.â
âVery well,â said the king, and he granted him leave of absence.
We shall not look for DâArtagnan, therefore, at Fontainebleau, for to do so would be useless; but, with the permission of our readers, follow him to the Rue des Lombards, where he was located at the sign of the Pilon dâOr, in the house of our old friend Planchet. It was about eight oâclock in the evening, and the weather was exceedingly warm; there was only one window open, and that one belonging to a room on the entresol. A perfume of spices, mingled with another perfume less exotic, but more penetrating, namely, that which arose from the street, ascended to salute the nostrils of the musketeer. DâArtagnan, reclining in an immense straight-backed chair, with his legs not stretched out, but simply placed upon a stool, formed an angle of the most obtuse form that could possibly be seen. Both his arms were crossed over his head, his head reclining upon his left shoulder, like Alexander the Great. His eyes, usually so quick and intelligent in their expression, were now half-closed, and seemed fastened, as it were, upon a small corner of blue sky that was visible behind the opening of the chimneys; there was just enough blue, and no more, to fill one of the sacks of lentils, or haricots, which formed the principal furniture of the shop on the ground floor. Thus extended at his ease, and sheltered in his place of observation behind the window, DâArtagnan seemed as if he had ceased to be a soldier, as if he were no longer an officer belonging to the palace, but was, on the contrary, a quiet, easy-going citizen in a state of stagnation between his dinner and supper, or between his supper and his bed; one of those strong, ossified brains, which have no more room for a single idea, so fiercely does animal matter keep watch at the doors of intelligence, narrowly inspecting the contraband trade which might result from the introduction into the brain of a symptom of thought. We have already said night was closing in, the shops were being lighted, while the windows of the upper apartments were being closed, and the rhythmic steps of a patrol of soldiers forming the night watch could be heard retreating. DâArtagnan continued, however, to think of nothing, except the blue corner of the sky. A few paces from him, completely in the shade, lying on his stomach, upon a sack of Indian corn, was Planchet, with both his arms under his chin, and his eyes fixed on DâArtagnan, who was either thinking, dreaming, or sleeping, with his eyes open. Planchet had been watching him for a tolerably long time, and, by way of interruption, he began by exclaiming, âHum! hum!â But DâArtagnan did not stir. Planchet then saw that it was necessary to have recourse to more effectual means still: after a prolonged reflection on the subject, the most ingenious means that suggested itself to him under the present circumstances, was to let himself roll off the sack on to the floor, murmuring, at the same time, against himself, the word âstupid.â But, notwithstanding the noise produced by Planchetâs fall, DâArtagnan, who had in the course of his existence heard many other, and very different falls, did not appear to pay the least attention to the present one. Besides, an enormous cart, laden with stones, passing from the Rue Saint-Mederic, absorbed, in the noise of its wheels, the noise of Planchetâs tumble. And yet Planchet fancied that, in token of tacit approval, he saw him imperceptibly smile at the word âstupid.â This emboldened him to say, âAre you asleep, Monsieur dâArtagnan?â
âNo, Planchet, I am not even asleep,â replied the musketeer.
âI am in despair,â said Planchet, âto hear such a word as even.â
âWell, and why not; is it not a grammatical word, Monsieur Planchet?â
âOf course, Monsieur dâArtagnan.â
âWell!â
âWell, then, the word distresses me beyond measure.â
âTell me why you are distressed, Planchet,â said DâArtagnan.
âIf you say that you are not even asleep, it is as much as to say that you have not even the consolation of being able to sleep; or, better still, it is precisely the same as telling me that you are getting bored to death.â
âPlanchet, you know that I am never bored.â
âExcept to-day, and the day before yesterday.â
âBah!â
âMonsieur dâArtagnan, it is a week since you returned here from Fontainebleau; in other words, you have no longer your orders to issue, or your men to review and maneuver. You need the sound of guns, drums, and all that din and confusion; I, who have myself carried a musket, can easily believe that.â
âPlanchet,â replied DâArtagnan, âI assure you I am not bored in the least in the world.â
âIn that case, what are you doing, lying there, as if you were dead?â
âMy dear Planchet, there was, once upon a time, at the siege of La Rochelle, when I was there, when you were there, when we both were there, a certain Arab, who was celebrated for the manner in which he adjusted culverins. He was a clever fellow, although of a very odd complexion, which was the same color as your olives. Well, this Arab, whenever he had done eating or working, used to sit down to rest himself, as I am resting myself now, and smoked I cannot tell you what sort of magical leaves, in a large amber-mouthed tube; and if any officers, happening to pass, ...