Upon leaving Madame de Cambes, Canolles returned to his apartment.
Nanon was standing like a statue in the centre of the room. Canolles
walked toward her with a sad smile; as he drew nearer she bent her
knee; he held out his hand, and she fell at his feet.
"Forgive me," said she; "forgive me, Canolles! It was I who brought you
here, I who procured this difficult and dangerous post to be given you;
if you are killed I shall be the cause of your death. I am a selfish
creature, and I thought of naught but my own happiness. Leave me now;
go!"
Canolles gently raised her.
"Leave you!" said he; "never, Nanon, never; you are sacred in my sight;
I have sworn to protect you, defend you, save you, and I will save you,
or may I die!"
"Do you say that from the bottom of your heart, Canolles, without
hesitation or regret?"
"Yes," said Canolles, with a smile.
"Thanks, my noble, honorable friend, thanks. This life of mine, to
which I used to attach so much value, I would sacrifice for you to-day
without a murmur, for not until to-day did I know what you have done
for me. They offered you money,--are not my treasures yours? They
offered you love,--was there ever in the world a woman who would love
you as I love you? They offered you promotion? Look you, you are to
be attacked; very good! let us buy soldiers, let us heap up arms and
ammunition; let us double our forces and defend ourselves; I will
fight for my love, you for your honor. You will whip them, my gallant
Canolles; you will force the queen to say that she has no more gallant
officer than you; and then I will look to your promotion; and when you
are rich, laden with glory and honor, you can desert me, if you choose;
I shall have my memories to console me."
As she spoke Nanon gazed at Canolles, and she awaited such a response
as women always expect to their exaggerated words,--a response, that
is to say, as absurd and hyperbolical as the words themselves. But
Canolles sadly hung his head.
"Nanon," said he, "so long as I remain at Île Saint-Georges, you shall
never suffer injury, never submit to insult. Set your mind at ease on
that score, for you have nothing to fear."
"Thanks," said she, "although that is not all I ask. Alas! I am lost,"
she muttered inaudibly; "he loves me no longer."
Canolles detected the glance of flame which shone in her eyes like a
lightning-flash, and the frightful momentary pallor which told of such
bitter suffering.
"I must be generous to the end," he said to himself, "or be an infamous
villain.--Come, Nanon, come, my dear, throw your cloak over your
shoulders, take your man's hat, and let us take a breath of the night
air; it will do you good. I may be attacked at any moment, and I must
make my nightly round of inspection."
Nanon's heart leaped for joy; she arrayed herself as her lover bade
her, and followed him.
Canolles was no make-believe officer. He entered the service when
he was little more than a child, and had made a real study of his
profession. So it was that he made his inspection not simply as
commandant, but as engineer. The officers, when they saw that he came
in the guise of a favorite, supposed that he was a mere ornamental
governor. But when they were questioned by him, one after another,
as to the provisions for attack and defence, they were compelled
to recognize in this apparently frivolous young man an experienced
captain, and even the oldest among them addressed him with respect.
The only things with which they could find fault were the mildness
of his voice when giving orders, and the extreme courtesy with which
he questioned them; they feared that this last might be the mask of
weakness. However, as every one realized the imminence of the danger,
the governor's orders were executed with such celerity and accuracy
that the chief conceived as favorable an opinion of his soldiers as
they had formed of him. A company of pioneers had arrived during the
day. Canolles ordered the construction of works, which were instantly
begun. Vainly did Nanon try to take him back to the fort, in order to
spare him the fatigue of a night passed in this way; Canolles continued
his round, and gently dismissed her, insisting that she should return
within the walls. Then, having sent out three or four scouts, whom the
lieutenant recommended as the most intelligent of all those at his
disposal, he stretched himself out upon a block of stone, whence he
could watch the progress of the work.
But while his eyes mechanically followed the movement of mattocks and
pickaxes, Canolles's mind wandered away from the material things which
surrounded him, to pass in review, not only the events of the day, but
all the extraordinary adventures of which he had been the hero since
the day he first saw Madame de Cambes. But, strangely enough, his mind
went back no farther than that day; it seemed to him as if his real
life had begun at that time; that until then he had lived in another
world,--a world of inferior instincts, of incomplete sensations.
But from that hour there had been a light in his life which gave a
different aspect to everything, and in the brightness of that new
light, Nanon, poor Nanon, was pitilessly sacrificed to another passion,
violent from its very birth, like every passion which takes possession
of the whole life into which it enters.
After much painful meditation, mingled with thrills of heavenly rapture
at the thought that he was beloved by Madame de Cambes, Canolles
confessed to himself that it was duty alone which impelled him to act
the part of a man of honor, and that his friendship for Nanon counted
for nothing in his determination.
Poor Nanon! Canolles called his feeling for her friendship, and in love
friendship is very near indifference.
Nanon also was keeping vigil, for she could not make up her mind to
retire. Standing at a window, wrapped in a black cloak to avoid being
seen, she followed, not the sad, veiled moon peering out through the
clouds, not the tall poplars waving gracefully in the night wind, not
the majestic Garonne, which seemed like a rebellious vassal gathering
its strength to war against its master, rather than a faithful servant
bearing its tribute to the ocean,--but the slow, painful struggle in
her lover's mind; in that dark form outlined against the stone, in that
motionless shadow lying beneath a lantern, she saw the living phantom
of her past happiness. She, once so active and so proud and clever,
had lost all her cleverness and pride and energy; it seemed as if her
faculties, sharpened by her misery, became doubly acute and far-seeing;
she felt another love springing into life in her lover's heart, as God,
sitting aloft in the vast firmament, feels the blade of grass growing
in the earth.
Not until dawn did Canolles return to his room. Nanon took her leave
when she saw him coming, so that he had no idea that she had watched
all night. He dressed himself with care, mustered the garrison anew,
inspected by daylight the different batteries, especially those which
commanded the left bank of the Garonne, ordered the little harbor
to be closed by chains, stationed a number of boats provided with
falconets and blunder-busses, reviewed his men, encouraged them with a
few earnest, heartfelt words, and returned to his apartment once more,
about ten o'clock.
Nanon was awaiting him with a smile upon her lips.
She was no longer the haughty, imperious Nanon, whose slightest caprice
made Monsieur d'Épernon himself tremble; but a timid mistress, a
shrinking slave, who had ceased to demand love for herself, but simply
craved permission to love.
The day passed without other incident than the different developments
of the drama which was being enacted in the hearts of the two young
people. The scouts sent out by Canolles returned one after another. No
one of them brought any definite news; but there was great excitement
in Bordeaux, and it was evident that something was in preparation there.
Madame de Cambes, upon returning to the city, although she did not
divulge the details of the interview, which lay hidden in the inmost
recesses of her heart, made known its result to Lenet. The Bordelais
loudly demanded that Île Saint-Georges should be taken. The people
volunteered in crowds for the expedition.
The leaders could hold them hack only by alleging the absence of an
experienced officer to take charge of the enterprise, and of regular
troops to carry it through. Lenet seized the opportunity to whisper
the names of the two dukes and offer the services of their army; the
suggestion was received with enthusiasm, and the very men who had voted
to close the gates a few days before, were loudest in demanding their
presence.
Lenet hastened to make known the good news to the princess, who at once
assembled her council.
Claire feigned fatigue in order to avoid taking part in any decision
adverse to Canolles, and withdrew to her chamber to weep at her ease.
There she could hear the shouts and threats of the mob. Every shout,
every threat was directed against Canolles.
Soon the drum began to beat, the companies assembled; the sheriffs
distributed weapons to the people, who demanded pikes and arquebuses;
the cannon were taken from the arsenal, powder was distributed, and two
hundred boats were in readiness to ascend the Garonne with the evening
tide, while three thousand men were to march up the left bank and
attack by land.
The river army was to be commanded by Espagnet, councillor of
Parliament, a brave and judicious man; and the land forces by Monsieur
de La Rochefoucauld, who had entered the city with about two thousand
gentlemen. Monsieur le Duc de Bouillon, with a thousand more, was
to arrive two days later, and Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld hastened
the attack as much as possible, so that his colleague should not be
present.