Which shows that the Moment and the Manner have often more to do
with Success than the Matter.
The various preparations for the King's journey into Roussillon occupied
no small space of time. Litters and carriages were to be provided;
relays of horses to be stationed on the road; cooks and victuallers were
to be sent forward; and a thousand other arrangements to be made,
required either by the general difficulty of locomotion in those days,
or by the failing health of the King. It was not then, as in the present
time, when monarchs and subjects travel with equal facility all over the
globe: when a king gets into his travelling chaise with no more to do
than a private man, and is carried along over a level road without let
or hindrance, jolt or jumbling, to whatsoever place his fancy may
incline him. The journey of a sovereign was then as formidable an
undertaking as the passage of the Great Desert to a modern traveller,
and required fully as much provision and circumspection.
One great object of Richelieu's policy had been to diminish the feudal
influence of the nobility, and by forcing them to reside with the Court,
to break through their constant communication with their vassals. In
pursuit of this, he had drawn the greater part of the nobles to Paris;
and now that his absence and declining favour with the King dissolved
the charm which seemed to hold them in the capital, they congregated at
St. Germain's like a flock of bees, that, having lost their hive, flew
forth in search of a new one. Many of these were bound, by their various
offices in the household, to accompany the King in his present journey;
others were particularly invited to do so either by Louis himself or by
Cinq Mars and Fontrailles, who sought to surround the King with those
who, on any sudden emergency, might support their party against the
Cardinal; and a crowd of others, from vanity or interest, curiosity or
ambition, were glad to follow in the train of the Monarch.
Thus the greater part of the nobles who had flocked to St. Germain's, on
Richelieu's departure from Paris, now again left it in order to take
part in the journey to Narbonne. As all the horses, and every sort of
accommodation on the direct road, were engaged for the service of the
King and those immediately attendant upon him, the greater part of the
Court took the indirect roads by which they could always be near the
Royal party; and the rest followed a day or two after, taking advantage
of whatever conveniences might be left unappropriated.
There were one or two, however, who departed before Louis, and of these
the principal was Chavigni, who set out accompanied by a few servants,
two or three days prior to that appointed for the King's expedition. His
ostensible destination was, like that of the rest of the Court, to
Narbonne; but turning to the left, he directed his course towards
Tarascon, and having travelled with the utmost rapidity, while Louis
proceeded by easy stages, he had quite sufficient time to communicate
fully with Richelieu, and proceed to Narbonne before the King's
arrival.
The journey into Roussillon had been undertaken by the express advice of
Richelieu; and though Cinq Mars ventured boldly to attack the conduct of
the Cardinal in every respect, to place all his measures in the worst
point of view, and to encourage every sentiment in the King's mind which
was in opposition to those of the Minister, still no change, or even a
proposal of change in the Government had been mentioned, up to the time
of the Court reaching Narbonne. Richelieu was still Prime Minister, and
the Council remained composed of persons devoted to his interest, though
the views of Cinq Mars were already spoken of in more than one circle,
and the consent of the King was so far assumed as a matter decided, that
the two parties were distinguished by the names of Royalist and
Cardinalist.
While the Court remained with the army near Perpignan, and after its
removal to Narbonne, Richelieu still lay dangerously ill at Tarascon.
His mind was deeply depressed, as well as his corporeal powers; and in
the opinion of all, a few weeks were likely to terminate both his
ministry and his existence, even if the eager hand of his enemies did
not hurry him onward to more rapid destruction. But the fiery spirit of
Cinq Mars brooked no delay: the lazy course of natural decay was too
slow for his impatience; and though De Thou, who accompanied his friend
to Narbonne, reiterated in his ears the maxims of caution and wisdom, on
the other hand Fontrailles, fearful lest he should lose the merit and
consequent influence he should acquire by the removal of Richelieu,
never ceased to urge the favourite to hurry on the completion of their
design.
In the mean time, every thing seemed favourable to the conspirators; and
Cinq Mars felt confident that the secret inclination of Louis would
second all his views; but nevertheless, he wished for some more public
and determinate expression of the King's opinion, before he asked his
consent to the measures which had been concerted. After the arrival of
the Court at Narbonne, however, the Monarch's conduct in respect to
Richelieu became of so decisive a character, that no farther delay
appeared necessary. Within a few miles of the place where the Cardinal
lay ill, the King seemed entirely to have forgotten that such a man
existed, or only to remember him with hatred. His name, if it was ever
mentioned, instantly called into Louis's countenance an expression of
uneasiness and disapprobation; and by no chance was the King ever heard
to pronounce it himself. By all these circumstances, Cinq Mars was
determined to communicate to Louis, as soon as possible, the schemes
which had been formed for freeing the country from the yoke of
Richelieu. He suffered, however, several days to elapse in waiting for a
favourable opportunity, and at length, as often happens, growing
impatient of delay, took perhaps the most inauspicious moment that could
have been selected. It was on a morning when every thing had gone wrong
with Louis.
Notwithstanding his failing health, he still clung to his accustomed
amusements, and very often rode forth to hunt when he was very unfit for
any bodily exercise. On these occasions, the distressing consciousness
of his decaying powers always rendered him doubly irritable; and on the
day which Cinq Mars unfortunately chose to broach the subject of the
dismissal of Richelieu, a thousand trivial accidents had occurred to
increase his ill humour to the highest pitch. His horse had fallen with
him in the chase; they had beat the country for hours without finding
any game worthy of pursuit; and when at length they did rouse a fine
boar, and had brought him to bay, he broke out after killing two of the
King's best hounds, and plunged into the deepest part of the forest.
Louis was returning home from this unsuccessful chase, when Cinq Mars,
turning his eyes towards the towers of Tarascon, which just then were
seen rising above the trees in the distance, pointed to them with his
hunting-whip, saying, "There lies the Cardinal!"
"Well, Sir," exclaimed Louis eagerly, catching at any thing on which to
vent his irritability--"do you wish me to go and see him? Doubtless he
will be glad of the visit. Let us go." And he reined in his horse, as if
with the intention of turning him towards Tarascon.
"Far be it from me to advise your Majesty so to do," replied Cinq Mars,
who clearly perceived that the King's answer proceeded only from casual
irritation. "It was the sight of the old towers of the Chateau, that
called the Cardinal to my mind. In truth, I had almost forgotten him."
"Forgotten him, Cinq Mars!" cried the King. "I think he has done enough
to make himself remembered."
"He has indeed, Sire," replied Cinq Mars, "and his memory will long last
coupled with curses in the heart of every true Frenchman. But there he
lies; I trust, like the Tarasque, hideous but harmless, for the
present."
"What do you mean by the Tarasque?" demanded Louis; "I never heard of
it."
"It is merely a whimsical stone dragon, Sire," replied Cinq Mars, "that
lies carved in the Church of St. Marthe, at Tarascon on the Rhone--a
thing of no more real use than the Cardinal de Richelieu."
"Of no use, Sir!" exclaimed the King, his eye flashing fire. "Do you
think that we would repose such trust, and confide our kingdom's weal to
one who is of no use? Silence, Sir!" he continued, seeing Cinq Mars
about to reply: "No more of this subject--we have heard too much of it."
Cinq Mars was too wise to add another word, and the King rode on to
Narbonne, maintaining a sullen silence towards all around him.
Of the conversation which had passed not one word had escaped the ears
of Fontrailles; and the moment the _cortège_ had dismounted, he
followed the Master of the Horse towards a distant part of the grounds
which lay behind the Chateau. Cinq Mars walked on as if he did not see
him, and at last finding that he persisted in following, he stopped
abruptly, exclaiming, "Well, Fontrailles! well! what now? What would you
say? I can guess it all, so spare yourself the trouble."
"You mistake me, Cinq Mars," replied Fontrailles, "if you think I would
blame you. You did your best, though the time was not the best chosen;
but all I wish to press upon you is, not to let this dispirit you. Let
the subject die away for the present and seem forgotten, till the King
is in a better mood. Every hour of his neglect is death to Richelieu;
and besides, the King's consent is not absolutely necessary to us."
"To me, absolutely necessary," replied Cinq Mars, "for I stir not one
step without it."
"Nay, the King's private consent to you is of course necessary,"
answered Fontrailles; "but you surely do not think of informing him of
the treaty with Spain. After the affair is finished, and Richelieu's
power at an end, Louis will see the necessity of it; but such, you must
know, is his hatred towards Spain, that he would consider the very
proposal as little better than high treason."
"I am not yet determined in that respect," answered Cinq Mars; "my
conduct will of course be decided by how I find the King inclined. I
like no concealments, where they can be avoided. But in the first place,
Villa Grande must carry the treaty to----"
Cinq Mars paused; for, as he spoke, Chavigni turned sharp round from an
alley close by, and passed on. The Statesman bowed, _en passant_, to the
Master of the Horse, who but slightly returned his salutation, while, on
the other hand, Fontrailles doffed his hat and inclined his head with a
hypocritical smile, in which habitual servility was strongly blended
with triumphant malice.
Chavigni spoke not, but there were two or three words had caught his ear
as he passed, which at once turned his suspicions into the right
channel, and stimulated him to know more. We have already said that it
was a maxim with the Statesman, that in politics nothing is mean; and he
would have felt not the slightest hesitation in listening to the
conversation of Cinq Mars, could he have done so without being observed.
To effect this, it was necessary to take a large round in order to
approach the alley in which the two conspirators walked without drawing
their attention to himself; but as he turned to do so, he observed the
Master of the Horse separate from his companion and come towards the
spot where he stood, and not wishing to put Cinq Mars on his guard, by
showing that he was watched, he turned away and directed his steps
towards the Château.
"Must carry the treaty--" thought Chavigni. "Who must carry the treaty?
If I could but have heard that name, I should then have had the clue in
my hands. However, Monsieur de Cinq Mars, you shall be well looked to,
at least--take care that you trip not--for if you do, you fall." Thus
thinking, he passed on to the stables, where his horses stood,
intending, notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, and the failing
light, to ride over to Tarascon and communicate with Richelieu, even if
he should be obliged to become a borrower of the night for a dark hour
or twain. His grooms, however, taking advantage of his absence, had
dispersed themselves in various directions in search of amusement to
pass the hours in the dull town of Narbonne; and consequently Chavigni
could find no one to saddle his horses for the proposed journey.
Irritated at this impediment, he was about to quit the stable in search
of some of the truant grooms, when he again perceived Cinq Mars
approaching, accompanied by the Italian Villa Grande. They were in
earnest conversation, and Chavigni, knowing that Cinq Mars had horses
lodged next to his own, drew back, and searching for a crevice in the
wooden partition, which was as old and decayed as he could desire, he
applied himself to listen to all that passed as soon as the Master of
the Horse and his companion entered the adjoining stable. The first
words he heard were from the Italian. "You know, Monseigneur," said he,
"that the utmost a man can do, is to die in defence of his charge; and
that will I do, sooner than yield to any man that which you intrust to
my hands."
"Well, well," replied Cinq Mars, "there is no need of so many
professions, good Sir. To-morrow morning then, at day-break, you set
out. That is the horse--mind you use him well, but spare not his speed.
Salute the noble Duke on my part with all kindness and love. At nine you
come for the treaty: but mark that you keep your time, for at ten I
must be with the King."
"But Monseigneur, Monseigneur!" cried Villa Grande, as Cinq Mars turned
to leave him; "perhaps your lackeys will not let me have the horse."
"Well then, when you come to-night," replied the Grand Ecuyer, "you
shall have an order for him."
"Now then, your secret is in my power," thought Chavigni, as Cinq Mars
and his companion left the spot. "Monsieur de Villa Grande, I will
instantly make out an order for your arrest to-morrow morning, and save
you the trouble of your journey.--Salute the noble Duke!" he continued,
meditating on the words of Cinq Mars--"What Duke?--It must be Gaston of
Orleans--But he is a royal Duke--But we shall see." And as he walked on
towards the Chateau he bent his eyes upon the ground, revolving in his
mind the various plans which suggested themselves for withdrawing his
patron and himself from the brink of that political precipice on which
they stood.
His thoughts, however, which for a moment wandered to every different
circumstance of his situation, seeking amongst the many dangers that
surrounded, some favourable point on which to found a hope, were all
suddenly recalled to one object, by the approach of Cardinal Mazarin,
who by his hurried step and anxious countenance appeared to be troubled
by some unforeseen event.
Notwithstanding their being linked in one cause, notwithstanding their
present interests drawing together, notwithstanding all the apparent
friendship that existed between them, Chavigni looked upon the Cardinal
as one who with less zeal had rivalled him in the favour of Richelieu,
and who with less talent had insinuated himself as much into the affairs
of Government; and Mazarin, although obliged to coalesce with
Richelieu's favourite, looked forward to the day when the struggle for
pre-eminence between them would come to a climax, and one would rise
upon the ruin of the other: and he saw clearly that when that day did
arrive, all his own subtlety would hardly qualify him to compete with
the bold mind and vigorous talents of Chavigni, unless he could in the
first instance gradually acquire for himself such a superiority of
interest, as to enable him to command rather than contend for the
highest station.
The natural effect of these conflicting interests was a feeling of
jealous suspicion in the mind of each, which in Mazarin only appeared by
the care he took to strengthen his influence wherever it was most
opposite to that of Chavigni; while at the same time, he showed his
fellow statesman an outward respect and deference almost amounting to
servility. But on the other part, Chavigni's hasty disposition made his
dislike more apparent, though he took no means of injuring his rival.
As they approached each other, the Cardinal made a sign to the Page who
attended him to remain behind, and folding the train of his robe over
his arm, he advanced quickly to Chavigni, embracing him with the
greatest semblance of attachment. "My excellent friend," he exclaimed,
"I have sought you everywhere: let me beg you to fly instantly to
Tarascon, or all our hopes are ruined."
"In truth," replied Chavigni, not allowing Mazarin to explain the
motives of his request; "your Eminence requires what I can hardly comply
with; as I have but now got business on my hands which needs some time
to manage. But may I crave the object which would be gained by my going
to Tarascon? I should think that he who could stay two hostile armies
on the point of battle, was fully sufficient to any stroke of policy."
There was a sarcastic smile on the lip of Chavigni, as he alluded to the
peace which Mazarin had procured at Cazal, at the moment when the French
and Spanish armies were about to engage; but the Cardinal would see only
the compliment. "You are too kind," replied he; "but in this instance,
you only can succeed; you only, I feel assured--and that not without the
exertion of all your influence--can prevent the Cardinal Prime Minister
from sending his resignation to the King."
"His resignation!" exclaimed Chavigni, starting back with unfeigned
astonishment. "In the name of Heaven, what do you mean?"
"I mean this, Chavigni," replied Mazarin, "that unless you reach
Tarascon before daylight to-morrow morning, and use every argument in
your power to produce, the courier, who bears the official resignation
of his Eminence of Richelieu, will have set out for this place. I saw
the paper signed to-day, with my own eyes, before I came away; and all
that my utmost entreaties could gain was, that it should be delayed
till to-morrow morning, in hopes of your arrival before that time. His
Eminence feels convinced that the King's favour and his own power are
lost for ever; and in truth I begin to think so too."
"Madness and folly!" exclaimed Chavigni, striking his hand against his
forehead with vexation. "Madness and folly!--Rascal, saddle me a horse,"
he continued to a groom, who now loitered into the court with that sort
of slow indifferent air which would put an angel in a passion. "Where,
in the name of all the devils, have you been lingering? Pardon me, your
Eminence--but I am vexed. I did not think his great mind was so
overthrown.--Saddle me a horse, I say. Slave, must you stand
eaves-dropping? Better you had been born deaf than overhear my
conversation. There are such things as oubliettes to cure listeners.
Saddle me a horse, I say."
"Will you not take some of my servants with you?" said Mazarin; "they
are all in readiness."
"No, no," replied Chavigni, "I go alone. Do not let it get abroad that I
am gone. I will be back betimes to-morrow."
"You had better take one servant, at least," said the Cardinal. "The
roads are not safe. It is dangerous."
"Dangerous!" exclaimed Chavigni. "Who thinks of danger when his all is
at stake? Your Eminence has a great regard for human lives, I know--for
mine more especially. But depend upon it, I shall come home safe
to-morrow, though I go alone to-night. Now, Sir," he continued to the
groom, who led forth a strong black hunter for his service, "girth up
the saddle a little tighter: unbuckle that cross from his poitral; I am
neither going on a pilgrimage nor a procession."
And now, walking twice round the horse to see that all the caparisons
were in right order, he sprang into the saddle, and dashing his rowels
into the hunter's flank, galloped out of the court-yard, bowing with a
smile as he passed by Mazarin, who started back a step, as the horse's
feet, in the rapidity of its course, struck fire with the stones of the
pavement.