On the day following Madame la Princesse's entry into Bordeaux, there
was a grand dinner-party at Île Saint-Georges, Canolles having invited
the principal officers of the garrison and the other governors of
fortresses throughout the province.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the hour appointed for the beginning
of the repast, Canolles found himself surrounded by a dozen or more
gentlemen, the majority of whom he then saw for the first time. As
they described the great event of the preceding day, making sport of
the ladies in Madame la Princesse's retinue, they bore but little
resemblance to men about to enter upon what might be an obstinate
conflict, and to whom the most momentous interests of the kingdom were
intrusted.
Canolles, magnificent in his gold-laced coat, and with radiant face,
set the example of gayety and animation. As dinner was about to be
served, he said:--
"Messieurs, I beg your pardon, but there is still one guest missing."
"Who is it?" the young men asked, exchanging glances.
"The governor of Vayres, to whom I sent an invitation, although I do
not know him, and who, just because I do not know him, is entitled to
some indulgence. I beg, therefore, that you will pardon a delay of half
an hour."
"The governor of Vayres!" exclaimed an old officer, accustomed to
military regularity, and from whom the suggestion of delay brought
forth a sigh,--"the governor of Vayres, if I mistake not, is the
Marquis de Bernay; but he doesn't administer the government in person;
he has a lieutenant."
"In that case," said Canolles, "if he doesn't come, his lieutenant
will come in his place. He is himself undoubtedly at court, the
fountain-head of favors."
"But, baron," said one of the guests, "it doesn't seem to me that he
need be at court to secure promotion, for I know a certain commandant
who has no reason to complain. _Dame!_ captain, lieutenant-colonel, and
governor, all within three months! That's a very pretty little road to
travel, you must confess."
"And I do confess it," said Canolles, blushing, "and as I know not to
whom to attribute such a succession of favors, I must, in good sooth,
agree that there is some good genius in my household to bring me such
prosperity."
"We have no question as to Monsieur le Gouverneur's good genius," said
the lieutenant who received Canolles upon his arrival; "it is his
merit."
"I do not deny the merit, far from it," said another officer; "I am the
first to bear witness to it. But I will take the liberty of adding to
it the patronage of a certain lady, the cleverest, most generous, most
lovable of her sex,--after the queen, of course."
"No insinuations, count," rejoined Canolles, smiling at the last
speaker; "if you have any secrets of your own, keep them for your own
sake; if they concern your friends, keep them for your friends' sake."
"I confess," said an officer, "that when I heard a suggestion of delay,
I supposed that our forgiveness was to be sought in favor of some
gorgeous toilet. But I see that I was mistaken."
"Pray, do we dine without ladies?" asked another.
_"Dame!_ unless I invite Madame la Princesse and her suite," said
Canolles, "I hardly see whom we could have; besides, we must not
forget, messieurs, that our dinner-party is a serious function; if we
choose to talk business we shall bore nobody but ourselves."
"Well said, commandant, although the women do seem to be engaged in a
veritable crusade against our authority at this moment; witness what
Monsieur le Cardinal said in my presence to Don Luis de Haro."
"What did he say?" Canolles asked.
"'You are very fortunate! Spanish women think of nothing but money,
flirting, and lovers, while the women of France refuse to take a lover
now until they have sounded him on political questions; so that,' he
added, despairingly, 'lovers pass their time discussing affairs of
State.'"
"For that reason," said Canolles, "the present war is called the 'war
of women;' a very flattering title for us."
At that moment, just as the half-hour's reprieve expired, the door
opened, and a servant announced that Monsieur le Gouverneur was served.
Canolles requested his guests to follow him; but as the procession was
about to start, another announcement was heard in the reception-room.
"Monsieur le Gouverneur de Vayres!"
"Ah!" said Canolles; "it's very kind of him."
He stepped forward to meet the colleague in whom he expected to find a
stranger, but started back in amazement.
"Richon!" he cried; "Richon, governor of Vayres!"
"Myself, my dear baron," returned Richon, affably, but with his
customary serious expression.
"Ah! so much the better! so much the better!" said Canolles, cordially
pressing his hand. "Messieurs," he added, "you do not know him, but I
do; and I say, emphatically, that it would be impossible to intrust an
important appointment to a more honorable man."
Richon looked proudly about upon the guests, and as he detected no
other expression in the looks which were bent upon him than polite
surprise tempered with much good-will, he said:--
"My dear baron, now that you have answered for me so handsomely,
present me, I beg you, to those of your guests whom I haven't the honor
of knowing."
As he spoke he glanced significantly at three or four gentlemen to whom
he was an entire stranger.
Thereupon ensued an interchange of civilities in the courtly manner
characteristic of the time. Before half an hour had passed Richon was
on the friendliest terms with all the young officers, and might have
asked any one of them for his sword or his purse. His sponsors were his
well-known gallantry, his spotless reputation, and the noble spirit
written in his eyes.
"_Pardieu!_ messieurs," said the governor of Braunes, "there's no
denying that, although he's a churchman, Monsieur de Mazarin has a
keen eye for fighting-men, and has been managing matters well in that
direction for some time. He scents war, and selects for governors,
Canolles here, and Richon at Vayres."
"Is there to be fighting?" inquired Richon, carelessly.
"Is there to be fighting!" rejoined a young man fresh from the court.
"You ask if there is to be fighting, Monsieur Richon?"
"Yes."
"Well! I ask you what condition your bastions are in?"
"They are almost new, monsieur; for in the three days I have been at
the fort I have done more repairing and renovating than had been done
in three years."
"Good! it won't be long before they will be tested," rejoined the young
man.
"So much the better," said Richon. "What do fighting-men long for? War."
"The king can sleep soundly now," said Canolles, "for he holds the
Bordelais in check by means of the two rivers."
"The person who put me where I am can count upon my devotion," said
Richon.
"How long do you say you have been at Vayres, monsieur?"
"Three days. How long have you been at Saint-Georges, Canolles?"
"A week. Did you have a reception like mine, Richon? Mine was
magnificent, and even yet I haven't thanked these gentlemen
sufficiently. There were bells ringing and drums beating, and
acclamations. Cannon were the only thing missing, but I have been
promised some within a few days, and that consoles me."
"My reception, my dear Canolles, was as modest as yours was splendid. I
was ordered to introduce a hundred men into the place, a hundred men of
the Turenne regiment, and I was in a quandary how I was to do it, when
my commission, signed by Monsieur d'Épernon, arrived at Saint-Pierre,
where I then was. I set out at once, handed my commission to the
lieutenant, and took possession of the place without drum or trumpet.
At present I am there."
Canolles, who smiled at the beginning, was conscious of an indefinable
presentiment of evil from the tone in which these last words were
uttered.
"And you are settled there?" he asked Richon.
"I am putting things in order," Richon replied tranquilly.
"How many men have you?"
"In the first place, the hundred men of the Turenne regiment, old
soldiers of Rocroy, who can be depended upon; also a company I am
forming in the town; as fast as recruits come in, I take them in hand,
tradesmen, workingmen, youths, about two hundred in all; lastly, I am
expecting a re-enforcement of a hundred or a hundred and fifty men,
levied by an officer of the province."
"Captain Ramblay?" inquired one of the guests.
"No, Captain Cauvignac."
"I don't know him," said several voices.
"I do," said Canolles.
"Is he a stanch royalist?"
"I should not dare to say. I have every reason to think, however, that
Captain Cauvignac is a creature of Monsieur le Duc d'Épernon and very
devoted to him."
"That answers the question; any man who is devoted to the duke is
devoted to his Majesty."
"He's a sort of scout sent on ahead to beat up the country for the
king," said the old officer, who was making up for the time lost in
waiting. "I have heard of him in that connection."
"Is his Majesty on his way hither?" asked Richon, with his customary
tranquil manner.
"He should be at least as far as Blois," replied the young man just
from the court.
"Are you sure of it?"
"Quite sure. His army will be commanded by Maréchal de la Meilleraie,
who is to effect a junction in this neighborhood with Monsieur le Duc
d'Épernon."
"At Saint-Georges, perhaps?"
"Rather at Vayres," said Richon. "Monsieur de la Meilleraie comes from
Bretagne, and Vayres is on his road."
"The man who happens to be where the two armies come together will have
to look well to his bastions," said the governor of Braunes. "Monsieur
de la Meilleraie has thirty guns, and Monsieur d'Épernon twenty-five."
"They will make a fine show," said Canolles; "unfortunately, we shall
not see it."
"True," said Richon, "unless some one of us declares for the princes."
"But Canolles is sure to come in for a volley from somebody. If he
declares for the princes he'll have Monsieur de la Meilleraie and
Monsieur d'Épernon about his ears; if he remains true to his Majesty
he'll taste the fire of the Bordelais."
"Oh! as to the latter," said Canolles, "I don't consider them very
terrible, and I confess that I am a little ashamed to have no worthier
antagonist. Unfortunately, I am for his Majesty body and soul, and I
must be content with a tradesmen's war."
"They'll give you that, never fear," said Richon.
"Have you any basis for conjecture on that subject?" queried Canolles.
"I have something better than that," said Richon. "I have certain
knowledge. The council of citizens has decided to take Île
Saint-Georges first of all."
"Good," said Canolles, "let them come; I am ready for them."
The conversation had reached this stage and the dessert had just been
served, when they heard drums beating at the entrance of the fortress.
"What does that mean?" said Canolles.
"_Pardieu!_" exclaimed the young officer who had brought the news from
court, "it would be curious if they should attack you at this moment;
an assault and escalade would be a delightful after-dinner diversion!"
"Deuce take me! it looks very much like it," said the old officer;
"these wretched cads never fail to disturb you at your meals. I was at
the outposts at Charenton at the time of the war in Paris, and we could
never breakfast or dine in peace."
Canolles rang; the orderly on duty in the antechamber entered.
"What is going on?" Canolles asked.
"I don't know yet, Monsieur le Gouverneur; some messenger from the king
or from the city, no doubt."
"Inquire, and let me know."
The soldier hastened from the room.
"Let us return to the table, messieurs," said Canolles to his guests,
most of whom had left their seats. "It will be time enough to leave the
table when we hear the cannon."
All the guests resumed their seats with smiling faces. Richon alone,
over whose features a cloud had passed, still seemed restless, and kept
his eyes fixed upon the door, awaiting the soldier's return. But an
officer with drawn sword appeared in his stead.
"Monsieur le Gouverneur," said he, "a flag of truce."
"A flag of truce from whom?"
"From the princes."
"Coming from where?"
"From Bordeaux."
"From Bordeaux!" all the guests save Richon repeated in chorus.
"Oho! so war is really declared, is it," said the old officer, "that
they send flags of truce?"
Canolles reflected a moment, and during that moment his features
assumed as grave an expression as the circumstances demanded.
"Messieurs," said he, "duty before everything. I shall probably find
myself confronted with a question not easy to solve in connection with
this message from my Bordeaux friends, and I cannot say when I shall be
able to join you again--"
"No! no!" cried the guests as one man. "Allow us to take our leave,
commandant; this incident is notice to us to return to our respective
posts, and we must separate at once."
"It was not for me to suggest it, messieurs," said Canolles, "but
as the suggestion comes from you I am bound to say that it would be
the more prudent course. Bring out the horses or carriages of these
gentlemen."
As hurried in their movements as if they were already on the
battlefield, the guests having been ferried ashore, vaulted into the
saddle, or entered their carriages and rode rapidly away, followed by
their escorts, in the direction of their respective residences.
Richon was the last to take his leave.
"Baron," said he, "I did not want to leave you as the others did, as we
have known each other longer than you have known any of them. Adieu;
give me your hand, and good luck to you!"
Canolles gave him his hand.
"Richon," said he, looking earnestly into his face, "I know you; you
have something on your mind; you do not tell it to me, for it probably
is not your secret. However, you are moved,--and when a man of your
temperament is moved, it's for no small matter."
"Are we not about to part?" said Richon.
"Yes, and so were we about to part when we took leave of each other at
Biscarros's inn, but you were calm then."
Richon smiled sadly.
"Baron," said he, "I have a presentiment that we shall never meet
again!"
Canolles shuddered at the profoundly melancholy inflection in the
partisan's ordinarily firm voice.
"Ah, well!" said he, "if we do not meet again, Richon, it will be
because one of us has died the death of a brave man; and in that case
the one who dies will be sure, at all events, of surviving in the heart
of a friend! Embrace me, Richon; you wished me good luck; I wish you
good courage!"
The two men embraced warmly, and for some seconds their noble hearts
beat against each other.
When they parted, Richon wiped away a tear, the first, perhaps, that
ever dimmed his proud glance; then, as if he feared that Canolles might
see the tear, he hurried from the room, ashamed, no doubt, to have
exhibited such a sign of weakness to a man whose courage was so well
known to him.