"Vive le Roi!"
The day after Conde's narrow escape I received a visit from Raoul. He
was as lively as ever, and in high spirits at the prospects of fresh
work. My connection with Mazarin prevented me from sharing in many of
the minor engagements, but Raoul missed nothing. His courage was a
proverb among Turenne's gentlemen, while the soldiers followed without
question on the most dangerous enterprise if Raoul Beauchamp led the
way.
"What is going on now?" I inquired.
"A general advance, I believe; at least we have received orders to
move; the Marshal does not like to sit still."
I laughed at that, for Turenne was a general who allowed neither his
own troops nor the enemy any rest. Ambush and surprise, hot attack and
feigned retreat, he employed them all, keeping every one busy. Raoul
had not heard of Conde's movements, and when I told him, he exclaimed,
"We can keep our eyes open now, Albert; there will be little time for
sleeping when the prince takes command of his army. A good thing for
us that Turenne is on our side. Most likely that accounts for our
advance. Don't you envy us?"
"Well, I should not object if the Green Scarves were sent to the front."
"You will have your chance," said he laughing, and wishing me farewell,
departed to join his men.
The town was a scene of unusual activity that day. Soldiers were
moving about in all directions. Here a column of infantry trudged
along; there a squadron of horse passed at the trot; occasionally a
gaily-dressed gentleman with a white or green scarf on his arm flew by,
bound on some errand of importance. Once I met Humphreys, who, much to
his disgust, had received orders to remain behind with a number of the
Queen's Guards.
"There will be stirring business soon," said he. "Turenne is moving,
and I hear that Conde has arrived from the south on purpose to oppose
him. It will be a battle of giants, and here are we tied up in this
wretched hole doing nothing. We shan't even see the fight, much less
take part in it."
"Why, you are becoming a regular fire-eater! Have you not had enough
fighting?"
"I only object to all the work being done by others. I would rather
take my own share. What are you supposed to be doing?"
"Nothing, and for once in a way it is a very pleasant occupation. Have
you met Raoul?"
"No, and I expect he is a dozen miles off by now. He is in luck; his
squadron acts as a kind of bodyguard to the Marshal. I had no idea
that Beauchamp was such a daring fellow."
"He is like the rest, anxious to make a name for himself. Ah, here
comes Pillot to warn me that it is my turn for duty."
Gien was still crowded with numbers of the Queen's troops, gentlemen of
the King, and Mazarin's bodyguard, in addition to the hosts of servants
and attendants on the Court. Hundreds watched Turenne's advance, and
almost every one seemed to imagine that the Marshal had little to do
but march peacefully to Paris.
From the gossip among Mazarin's gentlemen next morning I gathered that
Turenne had halted at a place called Briare, while Hocquincourt, our
second general, had advanced to Blenau.
"The Marshal is preparing his plans," exclaimed one of our fellows
complacently, "and if Conde's army stays to fight it will be soundly
beaten. I prophesy that within a month we shall be inside Paris."
I remembered these boastful words and laughed, when, a night or two
afterwards, Pillot burst into my room and wakened me rather brusquely.
"Get up, monsieur," said he, "Conde has sent to announce his arrival."
"Conde," I growled sleepily. "Where? What do you mean? What is all
the noise outside?"
"The town has gone mad with fright--that is all. Monsieur must be
quick in dressing."
In a few minutes I was dressed and out of the house. Pillot was
right--the town certainly had gone mad. The street was packed with
people surging this way and that, pushing, struggling, and asking
questions. There were hundreds of rumours in the air: Conde had crept
into Gien, and had hanged Mazarin in his own room. The Queen-Mother
was a prisoner with her two sons, and all her Guards had died fighting.
I had hardly witnessed such a tumult even in Paris. Couriers and
lackeys, coachmen and grooms; soldiers, citizens, peasants, and ladies
of the Court, were all grouped together, making the oddest spectacle.
No one really knew what had happened, though a hundred people were
willing to tell.
I would have gone straight to the Cardinal's quarters, but such a
course was out of the question; so, following Pillot, I found myself on
a piece of high ground to the left of the town.
"Ah!" said I, drawing a deep breath, "now it is plain what has
occurred. You are right, Pillot, that is a message from Conde, sure
enough!"
The night was dark, but far away in the distance the gloom was lit up
by numerous tongues of fire that extended for miles. Now one died
away, but the next minute a fresh one shot skyward, and in places
several merged together in one broad flame.
"Conde is amusing himself and providing us with a fine spectacle," said
Pillot. "It seems to me that the prince has lost neither his cunning
nor his boldness. Turenne is a good soldier, but it looks as if Conde
were a better."
"Turenne is not over there. Conde has fallen on General Hocquincourt,
and things will be serious for the Marshal."
"And for the Cardinal," laughed Pillot, who never saw any good in
Mazarin; "he must run, monsieur, and fast, too."
"So must we--he will need help. Come, let us find him."
This, however, was not a simple matter, and we were nearly an hour in
forcing a way to Mazarin's rooms. They were empty, and the frightened
servants had no idea where their master was. Some asserted he had gone
to reassure the Queen; others that he had galloped off to the
battlefield, at which Pillot laughed unkindly.
Turning back I encountered Humphreys, who, with a dozen troopers, was
clearing a passage through the crowd. In answer to my question he said
that Mazarin had ridden toward the river, where he himself was going;
so, bidding Pillot stay behind, I joined company with the Englishman.
"Well," said I, as we rode along, "Gien is not such a humdrum place
after all!"
"Faith! this Conde has played a clever game. A courier has brought
word that Hocquincourt's army has vanished, while Turenne has only
about four thousand men with which to oppose fourteen thousand. And
look at this rabble! Out of the way there, or we will ride you down!"
"Have you had orders to join Turenne?"
"No," he answered, with a touch of scorn. "My duty is to escort the
carriages, which are all on the other side of the river. The Queen has
sent for them, so that her ladies can escape if Turenne gets
beaten--which he will. Ah! there is Mazarin with the King. Look how
the boy manages his horse! He should make a fine cavalry leader in
time."
Leaving Humphreys, I turned aside to the edge of the plain, where the
boy king and Mazarin were surrounded by a group of gentlemen. Louis
was flushed and excited, but he showed no fear, and, indeed, I heard
that he begged hard for permission to gallop to the scene of conflict.
At frequent intervals Mazarin despatched a gentleman on some errand.
His face was pale, and he looked anxious, which was not to be wondered
at, since the safety of the Court depended on so slender a thread.
Presently, catching sight of me, he said, "De Lalande, come here. I
see you have a good horse. Do not spare it, but ride top speed to
Marshal Turenne, and inquire if he has any message for His Majesty."
"Yes, my Lord!" I answered, and saluting, rode off quickly.
The confusion was worse here than in the town. Crowds of ladies,
attended by their servants, waited anxiously for the carriages; boxes
and bales lay strewn around, and directly a carriage appeared the whole
mob rushed at it, fighting like the _canaille_ of Paris. Once past the
bridge, however, it was possible to increase the pace, and at Briare I
began to make inquiries as to where the Marshal was most likely to be
found.
"On the plain between this and Blenau," said an officer who had
received orders to stop at Briare with a few troops. "Do you bring any
fresh news from Gien?"
"None, except that the place is upside down with fear. Conde has
managed to startle the Court."
"He would do more than that if we were under any general but Turenne,
and even he will have need of all his skill."
Far away in the distance the houses were still burning, and now and
again a fresh sheet of flame would leap skyward. Here and there I met
with riderless horses, and men bringing in wounded comrades. They all
told the same story. Conde had fallen upon Hocquincourt, and simply
swept his army away. His quarters were in ruins, many of his infantry
were killed, and his cavalry had become a mere rabble.
"Everything depends on Turenne," said a wounded officer whom I knew
slightly. "If he can hold his ground, all may yet be well, but the
odds are terribly against him."
At length I reached the plain where the Marshal had drawn up his
troops, and, though quite unversed in real soldiering, I could see that
he had chosen a position of great strength. Beyond the plain were a
marsh and a wood--one on the left, the other on the right--with a
narrow causeway over which the enemy must pass, between them. The wood
was filled with infantry, while a battery of artillery was stationed so
as to command the causeway.
Noticing a group of officers at the entrance to the plain, I rode over
and asked where I should have the most chance of finding Marshal
Turenne.
"With the cavalry, monsieur," one of them answered courteously, and
glancing at my green scarf, added, "Do you come from Gien?"
"Yes, with a message from the Cardinal."
"Ah," said another, "I suppose this business has frightened the Court?
Conde has made a good start, but he will meet his equal now."
"The Marshal is overweighted," remarked a third man, gloomily. "His
Majesty can trust us to die here, but I doubt if we can stop the prince
from breaking through. He has four men to our one."
This did not sound very cheerful, and before long I heard that several
officers of the highest rank were just as doubtful of success.
However, my business lay with the Marshal himself, so I advanced to the
causeway, and found that he was at the farther end with two or three
squadrons of cavalry. He was talking earnestly with a group of
officers, so I waited till he had finished, and then, with a salute,
gave him the Cardinal's message.
At first he appeared angry, but gradually a smile stole over his face,
and he exclaimed, "_Corbleu!_ His Eminence is a very glutton for
information. I have just sent the Marquis of Pertui with a despatch to
His Majesty, and there is nothing fresh to add. A battle is not fought
in five minutes!"
I bowed low, and presently he added kindly, "You can stay here: in an
hour or so I may have some information to send back."
Saluting him in answer, I backed my horse to the rear of the group,
when some one cried, "De Lalande!" and glancing round I observed Raoul,
with his troopers stationed close at hand.
"What are you doing here?" he asked gaily, as I went over to him. "I
understood you were guarding Mazarin!"
"I have brought a message for the Marshal, and am to wait for an
answer."
"You will see some hot work presently. Ah, there is Bordel! He brings
fresh news of the prince, I warrant."
An officer, followed by an escort of troopers, had just galloped in
from the country behind Blenau. His horse was covered with foam, and
he himself was bleeding from a wound, but he jumped lightly to the
ground, saluted, and began talking earnestly to the Marshal. We could
not hear what was said, but his information was evidently serious, for
Turenne immediately sent off several of his staff.
"Conde is approaching!" exclaimed Raoul, and even while he was speaking
an officer galloped over with orders from Turenne for the squadron to
hold itself in readiness.
I had met with numerous adventures in my short career, but had never
witnessed a real battle, and I was on fire with excitement. Raoul
desired me to return to the rear, saying there was no need to expose
myself to danger, but I shook my head and resolved to stay with him.
With a few of his staff the Marshal advanced beyond the end of the
causeway, but presently came riding back, and every man knew
instinctively that Conde was quickly approaching. Presently we caught
a glimpse of his cavalry, and at sight of the serried ranks of
horsemen, most of our hearts, I think, began to droop. It seemed to me
that, by one swift rush across the causeway, they would have us
completely at their mercy.
As if of the same opinion Turenne ordered us to retire, and we fell
back slowly, while the hostile cavalry halted to gather strength for
the spring. Then came the order to increase the pace, and our men
sullenly obeyed. They did not like retreating, even to escape from
death. Raoul looked puzzled, and from time to time I noticed him
glance back over his shoulder.
Suddenly a whisper of "Here they come!" ran through the ranks; our pace
grew faster, and soon we were flying like timid hares before a pack of
dogs.
Conde's cavalry made a splendid show. Squadron after squadron, fifteen
or twenty in number, advanced with pennons flying and banners waving in
the breeze. The sun shone on the steel-tipped lances, and the bared
swords flashed like a forest of steel. Nearer and nearer thundered the
horses: their hoofs rang hard on the causeway, and I expected every
moment to hear the roar of our artillery. But every gun was dumb; not
one opened its mouth, and not a single musket shot came from the
shelter of the thick wood.
What did it all mean? I did not know; in the excitement, did not even
guess; it was enough that Turenne with his handful of troopers was
flying before Conde's host. Still we maintained our order, and though
riding fast rode together, every man preserving his proper place and
distance. Suddenly there came an order from the Marshal, and like a
flash we turned with our horses' heads facing the exulting enemy.
"Charge!" shouted a voice, and without break or pause we thundered
back, waving our swords and yelling, "_Vive le Roi!_"
It seemed a mad thing to do, but Turenne was with us, and Turenne was
worth an army. Conde's troopers tried to gather themselves against the
shock, but, confident of victory, they were riding in loose order, and
we gave them no time to close their ranks. Crash! We went into them
like a thunderbolt, and the bravest rebel there could not stand against
the furious onslaught.
Turenne fought like an ordinary trooper, and as for Raoul, he outshone
himself. I tried hard to keep up with him, but he outpaced me and
every horseman in his squadron.
"_Vive le Roi!_" he shouted, and "_Vive le Roi!_" answered back his
toiling troopers.
Once I lost sight of him in the press and feared he had gone down, but
the next instant I heard his battle-cry again, and there he was, amidst
a throng of foes on the very edge of the causeway. Another order from
Turenne brought us to a halt, and we cheered frantically as the broken
rebels crowded together in their efforts to escape.
Suddenly Turenne's plan was made clear. A noise of thunder broke on
our ears; the air was filled with smoke and flame, the struggling
horsemen were bowled over by the great iron balls from the battery.
The causeway had become a lane of death; men and horses fell to the
ground; the confusion grew terrible; Conde's splendid cavalry was a
mere rabble, struggling and fighting to get clear of the awful passage.
Those who succeeded in breaking through galloped off swiftly, but, when
the gunners ceased their work of destruction, the lane was carpeted
with the bodies of the dying and dead.
"Now, young sir," exclaimed Turenne, turning to me, "you may return and
tell the Cardinal there is nothing to fear. The prince is thoroughly
beaten and can attempt no more to-day. His Majesty can sleep in peace
at Gien."
I would gladly have stayed longer, for Raoul was being carried off by
some of his troopers, and I feared he was badly wounded. However, in
the army one has to obey; so, gathering up my reins, I galloped back
towards Gien, spreading the news of the victory on the way. In the
town itself the crowds of frightened people thronged around me,
pressing so closely that I could barely proceed at a walking pace.
"The news, monsieur?" they cried. "What of the battle? Has Conde won?
Tell us what the prince is doing!"
Again and again I repeated that the prince was defeated, but they
seemed not to understand, or understanding, not to believe. By slow
degrees I reached Mazarin's apartments, and the Cardinal, agitated and
almost trembling, advanced quickly to meet me.
"The news?" said he. "Is it good or ill?"
"Good, your Eminence," I answered, and at that he bade me accompany him
into the presence of the boy-king and the Queen-Mother, to whom I
repeated Turenne's message. Then they asked about the fight, and I, to
the best of my ability, gave them a description of the battle.
"My son," said the Queen-Mother gravely, "you must be very grateful to
Marshal Turenne. He has placed the crown a second time on your head."
As soon as I was dismissed from the royal presence I sought Pillot, and
told him we must ride at once to Blenau to look for Raoul.
"M. Beauchamp wounded, monsieur? Is he hurt very much?"
"That is what I want to find out."
We were silent on the journey; I was greatly troubled about Raoul, and
the dwarf did not care to disturb my thoughts. We met some of the
wounded being taken to Gien and Briare; others were at Blenau, and
amongst these we found Raoul.
"M. Beauchamp?" said the surgeon to whom I spoke. "Yes, he is here,
waiting to have his wounds dressed; he is a lucky fellow; there is
nothing serious; he will return to Gien to-morrow. In less than a
month he will be in the saddle again. You can see him if you wish."
Raoul's eyes flashed with pleasure at my approach. He was very pale
from loss of blood, but was able to talk, and spoke hopefully of
returning to duty in a few days. He did not tell me, however, what I
afterwards learned from others, that the Marshal had paid him a visit
and had spoken in the highest terms of his bravery.
As soon as his wounds were dressed and he was made comfortable I
returned to Gien, in order to be at hand in case the Cardinal needed my
services.