D’Artagnan travels for the House of Planchet and Company
The hostelry of “Le Grand Monarque” was situated in a little street
parallel to the port without looking out upon the port itself. Some
lanes cut—as steps cut the two parallels of the ladder—the two great
straight lines of the port and the street. By these lanes passengers
came suddenly from the port into the street, or from the street on to
the port. D’Artagnan, arrived at the port, took one of these lanes, and
came out in front of the hostelry of “Le Grand Monarque.” The moment
was well chosen and might remind D’Artagnan of his start in life at the
hostelry of the “Franc-Meunier” at Meung. Some sailors who had been
playing at dice had started a quarrel, and were threatening each other
furiously. The host, hostess, and two lads were watching with anxiety
the circle of these angry gamblers, from the midst of which war seemed
ready to break forth, bristling with knives and hatchets. The play,
nevertheless, was continued. A stone bench was occupied by two men, who
appeared thence to watch the door; four tables, placed at the back of
the common chamber, were occupied by eight other individuals. Neither
the men at the door, nor those at the tables, took any part in the play
or the quarrel. D’Artagnan recognized his ten men in these cold,
indifferent spectators. The quarrel went on increasing. Every passion
has, like the sea, its tide which ascends and descends. Reaching the
climax of passion, one sailor overturned the table and the money which
was upon it. The table fell, and the money rolled about. In an instant
all belonging to the hostelry threw themselves upon the stakes, and
many a piece of silver was picked up by people who stole away whilst
the sailors were scuffling with each other.
The two men on the bench and the eight at the tables, although they
seemed perfect strangers to each other, these ten men alone, we say,
appeared to have agreed to remain impassible amidst the cries of fury
and the chinking of money. Two only contented themselves with pushing
with their feet combatants who came under their table. Two others,
rather than take part in this disturbance, buried their hands in their
pockets; and another two jumped upon the table they occupied, as people
do to avoid being submerged by overflowing water.
“Come, come,” said D’Artagnan to himself, not having lost one of the
details we have related, “this is a very fair gathering—circumspect,
calm, accustomed to disturbance, acquainted with blows! Peste! I have
been lucky.”
All at once his attention was called to a particular part of the room.
The two men who had pushed the strugglers with their feet were assailed
with abuse by the sailors, who had become reconciled. One of them, half
drunk with passion, and quite drunk with beer, came, in a menacing
manner, to demand of the shorter of these two sages by what right he
had touched with his foot creatures of the good God, who were not dogs.
And whilst putting this question, in order to make it more direct, he
applied his great fist to the nose of D’Artagnan’s recruit.
This man became pale, without its being to be discerned whether his
pallor arose from anger or from fear; seeing which, the sailor
concluded it was from fear, and raised his fist with the manifest
intention of letting it fall upon the head of the stranger. But though
the threatened man did not appear to move, he dealt the sailor such a
severe blow in the stomach that he sent him rolling and howling to the
other side of the room. At the same instant, rallied by the esprit de
corps, all the comrades of the conquered man fell upon the conqueror.
The latter, with the same coolness of which he had given proof, without
committing the imprudence of touching his weapons, took up a beer-pot
with a pewter-lid, and knocked down two or three of his assailants;
then, as he was about to yield to numbers, the seven other silent men
at the tables, who had not stirred, perceived that their cause was at
stake, and came to the rescue. At the same time, the two indifferent
spectators at the door turned round with frowning brows, indicating
their evident intention of taking the enemy in the rear, if the enemy
did not cease their aggressions.
The host, his helpers, and two watchmen who were passing, and who from
curiosity had penetrated too far into the room, were mixed up in the
tumult and showered with blows. The Parisians hit like Cyclops, with an
ensemble and a tactic delightful to behold. At length, obliged to beat
a retreat before superior numbers, they formed an intrenchment behind
the large table, which they raised by main force; whilst the two
others, arming themselves each with a trestle, and using it like a
great sledge-hammer, knocked down at a blow eight sailors upon whose
heads they had brought their monstrous catapult in play. The floor was
already strewn with wounded, and the room filled with cries and dust,
when D’Artagnan, satisfied with the test, advanced, sword in hand, and
striking with the pommel every head that came in his way, he uttered a
vigorous hola! which put an instantaneous end to the conflict. A great
backflood directly took place from the center to the sides of the room,
so that D’Artagnan found himself isolated and dominator.
“What is all this about?” then demanded he of the assembly, with the
majestic tone of Neptune pronouncing the Quos ego.
At the very instant, at the first sound of his voice, to carry on the
Virgilian metaphor, D’Artagnan’s recruits, recognizing each his
sovereign lord, discontinued their plank-fighting and trestle blows. On
their side, the sailors, seeing that long naked sword, that martial
air, and the agile arm which came to the rescue of their enemies, in
the person of a man who seemed accustomed to command, the sailors
picked up their wounded and their pitchers. The Parisians wiped their
brows, and viewed their leader with respect. D’Artagnan was loaded with
thanks by the host of “Le Grand Monarque.” He received them like a man
who knows that nothing is being offered that does not belong to him,
and then said he would go and walk upon the port till supper was ready.
Immediately each of the recruits, who understood the summons, took his
hat, brushed the dust off his clothes, and followed D’Artagnan. But
D’Artagnan whilst walking and observing, took care not to stop; he
directed his course towards the downs, and the ten men—surprised at
finding themselves going in the track of each other, uneasy at seeing
on their right, on their left, and behind them, companions upon whom
they had not reckoned—followed him, casting furtive glances at each
other. It was not till he had arrived at the hollow part of the deepest
down that D’Artagnan, smiling to see them outdone, turned towards them,
making a friendly sign with his hand.
“Eh! come, come, gentlemen,” said he, “let us not devour each other;
you are made to live together, to understand each other in all
respects, and not to devour one another.”
Instantly all hesitation ceased; the men breathed as if they had been
taken out of a coffin, and examined each other complacently. After this
examination they turned their eyes towards their leader, who had long
been acquainted with the art of speaking to men of that class, and who
improvised the following little speech, pronounced with an energy truly
Gascon:
“Gentlemen, you all know who I am. I have engaged you from knowing you
to be brave, and willing to associate you with me in a glorious
enterprise. Imagine that in laboring for me you labor for the king. I
only warn you that if you allow anything of this supposition to appear,
I shall be forced to crack your skulls immediately, in the manner most
convenient to me. You are not ignorant, gentlemen, that state secrets
are like a mortal poison: as long as that poison is in its box and the
box is closed, it is not injurious; out of the box, it kills. Now draw
near and you shall know as much of this secret as I am able to tell
you.” All drew close to him with an expression of curiosity.
“Approach,” continued D’Artagnan, “and let not the bird which passes
over our heads, the rabbit which sports on the downs, the fish which
bounds from the waters, hear us. Our business is to learn and to report
to monsieur le surintendant of the finances to what extent English
smuggling is injurious to the French merchants. I shall enter every
place, and see everything. We are poor Picard fishermen, thrown upon
the coast by a storm. It is certain that we must sell fish, neither
more nor less, like true fishermen. Only people might guess who we are,
and might molest us; it is therefore necessary that we should be in a
condition to defend ourselves. And this is why I have selected men of
spirit and courage. We shall lead a steady life, and not incur much
danger; seeing that we have behind us a powerful protector, thanks to
whom no embarrassment is possible. One thing alone puzzles me; but I
hope that after a short explanation, you will relieve me from that
difficulty. The thing which puzzles me is taking with me a crew of
stupid fishermen, which crew will annoy me immensely, whilst if, by
chance, there were among you any who have seen the sea——”
“Oh! don’t let that trouble you,” said one of the recruits; “I was a
prisoner among the pirates of Tunis three years, and can maneuver a
boat like an admiral.”
“See,” said D’Artagnan, “what an admirable thing chance is!” D’Artagnan
pronounced these words with an indefinable tone of feigned bonhomie,
for he knew very well that the victim of pirates was an old corsair,
and had engaged him in consequence of that knowledge. But D’Artagnan
never said more than there was need to say, in order to leave people in
doubt. He paid himself with the explanation, and welcomed the effect,
without appearing to be preoccupied with the cause.
“And I,” said a second, “I, by chance, had an uncle who directed the
works of the port of La Rochelle. When quite a child, I played about
the boats, and I know how to handle an oar or a sail as well as the
best Ponantais sailor.” The latter did not lie much more than the
first, for he had rowed on board his majesty’s galleys six years, at
Ciotat. Two others were more frank: they confessed honestly that they
had served on board a vessel as soldiers on punishment, and did not
blush for it. D’Artagnan found himself, then, the leader of ten men of
war and four sailors, having at once a land army and a sea force, which
would have earned the pride of Planchet to its height, if Planchet had
known the details.
Nothing was now left but arranging the general orders, and D’Artagnan
gave them with precision. He enjoined his men to be ready to set out
for the Hague, some following the coast which leads to Breskens, others
the road to Antwerp. The rendezvous was given, by calculating each
day’s march, a fortnight from that time upon the chief place at the
Hague. D’Artagnan recommended his men to go in couples, as they liked
best, from sympathy. He himself selected from among those with the
least disreputable look, two guards whom he had formerly known, and
whose only faults were being drunkards and gamblers. These men had not
entirely lost all ideas of civilization, and under proper garments
their hearts would beat again. D’Artagnan, not to create any jealousy
with the others, made the rest go forward. He kept his two selected
ones, clothed them from his own wardrobe, and set out with them.
It was to these two, whom he seemed to honor with an absolute
confidence, that D’Artagnan imparted a false secret, destined to secure
the success of the expedition. He confessed to them that the object was
not to learn to what extent the French merchants were injured by
English smuggling, but to learn how far French smuggling could annoy
English trade. These men appeared convinced; they were effectively so.
D’Artagnan was quite sure that at the first debauch when thoroughly
drunk, one of the two would divulge the secret to the whole band. His
game appeared infallible.
A fortnight after all we have said had taken place at Calais, the whole
troop assembled at the Hague.
Then D’Artagnan perceived that all his men, with remarkable
intelligence, had already travestied themselves into sailors, more or
less ill-treated by the sea. D’Artagnan left them to sleep in a den in
Newkerke street, whilst he lodged comfortably upon the Grand Canal. He
learned that the king of England had come back to his old ally, William
II. of Nassau, stadtholder of Holland. He learned also that the refusal
of Louis XIV. had a little cooled the protection afforded him up to
that time, and in consequence he had gone to reside in a little village
house at Scheveningen, situated in the downs, on the sea-shore, about a
league from the Hague.
There, it was said, the unfortunate banished king consoled himself in
his exile, by looking, with the melancholy peculiar to the princes of
his race, at that immense North Sea, which separated him from his
England, as it had formerly separated Mary Stuart from France. There
behind the trees of the beautiful wood of Scheveningen on the fine sand
upon which grows the golden broom of the down, Charles II. vegetated as
it did, more unfortunate, for he had life and thought, and he hoped and
despaired by turns.
D’Artagnan went once as far as Scheveningen, in order to be certain
that all was true that was said of the king. He beheld Charles II.,
pensive and alone, coming out of a little door opening into the wood,
and walking on the beach in the setting sun, without even attracting
the attention of the fishermen, who, on their return in the evening,
drew, like the ancient mariners of the Archipelago, their barks up upon
the sand of the shore.
D’Artagnan recognized the king; he saw him fix his melancholy look upon
the immense extent of the waters, and absorb upon his pale countenance
the red rays of the sun already cut by the black line of the horizon.
Then Charles returned to his isolated abode, always alone, slow and
sad, amusing himself with making the friable and moving sand creak
beneath his feet.
That very evening D’Artagnan hired for a thousand livres a fishing-boat
worth four thousand. He paid a thousand livres down, and deposited the
three thousand with a Burgomaster, after which he brought on board
without their being seen, the ten men who formed his land army; and
with the rising tide, at three o’clock in the morning, he got into the
open sea, maneuvering ostensibly with the four others, and depending
upon the science of his galley slave as upon that of the first pilot of
the port.