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At two o'clock in the morning, our four adventurers left Paris by
the Barriere St. Denis. As long as it was dark they remained
silent; in spite of themselves they submitted to the influence of
the obscurity, and apprehended ambushes on every side.

With the first rays of day their tongues were loosened; with the
sun gaiety revived. It was like the eve of a battle; the heart
beat, the eyes laughed, and they felt that the life they were
perhaps going to lose, was, after all, a good thing.

Besides, the appearance of the caravan was formidable. The black
horses of the Musketeers, their martial carriage, with the
regimental step of these noble companions of the soldier, would
have betrayed the most strict incognito. The lackeys followed,
armed to the teeth.

All went well till they arrived at Chantilly, which they reached
about eight o'clock in the morning. They needed breakfast, and
alighted at the door of an AUBERGE, recommended by a sign
representing St. Martin giving half his cloak to a poor man.
They ordered the lackeys not to unsaddle the horses, and to hold
themselves in readiness to set off again immediately.

They entered the common hall, and placed themselves at table. A
gentleman, who had just arrived by the route of Dammartin, was
seated at the same table, and was breakfasting. He opened the
conversation about rain and fine weather; the travelers replied.
He drank to their good health, and the travelers returned his

But at the moment Mousqueton came to announce that the horses
were ready, and they were arising from table, the stranger
proposed to Porthos to drink the health of the cardinal. Porthos
replied that he asked no better if the stranger, in his turn,
would drink the health of the king. The stranger cried that he
acknowledged no other king but his Eminence. Porthos called him
drunk, and the stranger drew his sword.

"You have committed a piece of folly," said Athos, "but it can't
be helped; there is no drawing back. Kill the fellow, and rejoin
us as soon as you can."

All three remounted their horses, and set out at a good pace,
while Porthos was promising his adversary to perforate him with
all the thrusts known in the fencing schools.

"There goes one!" cried Athos, at the end of five hundred paces.

"But why did that man attack Porthos rather than any other one of
us?" asked Aramis.

"Because, as Porthos was talking louder than the rest of us, he
took him for the chief," said d'Artagnan.

"I always said that this cadet from Gascony was a well of
wisdom," murmured Athos; and the travelers continued their route.

At Beauvais they stopped two hours, as well to breathe their
horses a little as to wait for Porthos. At the end of two hours,
as Porthos did not come, not any news of him, they resumed their

At a league from Beauvais, where the road was confined between
two high banks, they fell in with eight or ten men who, taking
advantage of the road being unpaved in this spot, appeared to be
employed in digging holes and filling up the ruts with mud.

Aramis, not liking to soil his boots with this artificial mortar,
apostrophized them rather sharply. Athos wished to restrain him,
but it was too late. The laborers began to jeer the travelers
and by their insolence disturbed the equanimity even of the cool
Athos, who urged on his horse against one of them.

Then each of these men retreated as far as the ditch, from which
each took a concealed musket; the result was that our seven
travelers were outnumbered in weapons. Aramis received a ball
which passed through his shoulder, and Mousqueton another ball
which lodged in the fleshy part which prolongs the lower portion
of the loins. Therefore Mousqueton alone fell from his horse,
not because he was severely wounded, but not being able to see
the wound, he judged it to be more serious than it really was.

"It was an ambuscade!" shouted d'Artagnan. "Don't waste a
charge! Forward!"

Aramis, wounded as he was, seized the mane of his horse, which
carried him on with the others. Mousqueton's horse rejoined
them, and galloped by the side of his companions.

"That will serve us for a relay," said Athos.

"I would rather have had a hat," said d'Artagnan. "Mine was
carried away by a ball. By my faith, it is very fortunate that
the letter was not in it."

"They'll kill poor Porthos when he comes up," said Aramis.

"If Porthos were on his legs, he would have rejoined us by this
time," said Athos. "My opinion is that on the ground the drunken
man was not intoxicated."

They continued at their best speed for two hours, although the
horses were so fatigued that it was to be feared they would soon
refuse service.

The travelers had chosen crossroads in the hope that they might
meet with less interruption; but at Crevecoeur, Aramis declared
he could proceed no farther. In fact, it required all the
courage which he concealed beneath his elegant form and polished
manners to bear him so far. He grew more pale every minute, and
they were obliged to support him on his horse. They lifted him
off at the door of a cabaret, left Bazin with him, who, besides,
in a skirmish was more embarrassing than useful, and set forward
again in the hope of sleeping at Amiens.

"MORBLEU," said Athos, as soon as they were again in motion,
"reduced to two masters and Grimaud and Planchet! MORBLEU! I
won't be their dupe, I will answer for it. I will neither open
my mouth nor draw my sword between this and Calais. I swear

"Don't waste time in swearing," said d'Artagnan; "let us gallop,
if our horses will consent."

And the travelers buried their rowels in their horses' flanks,
who thus vigorously stimulated recovered their energies. They
arrived at Amiens at midnight, and alighted at the AUBERGE of the
Golden Lily.

The host had the appearance of as honest a man as any on earth.
He received the travelers with his candlestick in one hand and
his cotton nightcap in the other. He wished to lodge the two
travelers each in a charming chamber; but unfortunately these
charming chambers were at the opposite extremities of the hotel.
d'Artagnan and Athos refused them. The host replied that he had
no other worthy of their Excellencies; but the travelers declared
they would sleep in the common chamber, each on a mattress which
might be thrown upon the ground. The host insisted; but the
travelers were firm, and he was obliged to do as they wished.

They had just prepared their beds and barricaded their door
within, when someone knocked at the yard shutter; they demanded
who was there, and recognizing the voices of their lackeys,
opened the shutter. It was indeed Planchet and Grimaud.

"Grimaud can take care of the horses," said Planchet. "If you
are willing, gentlemen, I will sleep across your doorway, and you
will then be certain that nobody can reach you."

"And on what will you sleep?" said d'Artagnan.

"Here is my bed," replied Planchet, producing a bundle of straw.

"Come, then," said d'Artagnan, "you are right. Mine host's face
does not please me at all; it is too gracious."

"Nor me either," said Athos.

Planchet mounted by the window and installed himself across the
doorway, while Grimaud went and shut himself up in the stable,
undertaking that by five o'clock in the morning he and the four
horses should be ready.

The night was quiet enough. Toward two o'clock in the morning
somebody endeavored to open the door; but as Planchet awoke in an
instant and cried, "Who goes there?" somebody replied that he was
mistaken, and went away.

At four o'clock in the morning they heard a terrible riot in the
stables. Grimaud had tried to waken the stable boys, and the
stable boys had beaten him. When they opened the window, they
saw the poor lad lying senseless, with his head split by a blow
with a pitchfork.

Planchet went down into the yard, and wished to saddle the
horses; but the horses were all used up. Mousqueton's horse
which had traveled for five or six hours without a rider the day
before, might have been able to pursue the journey; but by an
inconceivable error the veterinary surgeon, who had been sent
for, as it appeared, to bleed one of the host's horses, had bled

This began to be annoying. All these successive accidents were
perhaps the result of chance; but they might be the fruits of a
plot. Athos and d'Artagnan went out, while Planchet was sent to
inquire if there were not three horses for sale in the
neighborhood. At the door stood two horses, fresh, strong, and
fully equipped. These would just have suited them. He asked
where their masters were, and was informed that they had passed
the night in the inn, and were then settling their bill with the

Athos went down to pay the reckoning, while d'Artagnan and
Planchet stood at the street door. The host was in a lower and
back room, to which Athos was requested to go.

Athos entered without the least mistrust, and took out two
pistoles to pay the bill. The host was alone, seated before his
desk, one of the drawers of which was partly open. He took the
money which Athos offered to him, and after turning and turning
it over and over in his hands, suddenly cried out that it was
bad, and that he would have him and his companions arrested as

"You blackguard!" cried Athos, going toward him, "I'll cut your
ears off!"

At the same instant, four men, armed to the teeth, entered by
side doors, and rushed upon Athos.

"I am taken!" shouted Athos, with all the power of his lungs.
"Go on, d'Artagnan! Spur, spur!" and he fired two pistols.

D'Artagnan and Planchet did not require twice bidding; they
unfastened the two horses that were waiting at the door, leaped
upon them, buried their spurs in their sides, and set off at full

"Do you know what has become of Athos?" asked d'Artagnan of
Planchet, as they galloped on.

"Ah, monsieur," said Planchet, "I saw one fall at each of his two
shots, and he appeared to me, through the glass door, to be
fighting with his sword with the others."

"Brave Athos!" murmured d'Artagnan, "and to think that we are
compelled to leave him; maybe the same fate awaits us two paces
hence. Forward, Planchet, forward! You are a brave fellow."

"As I told you, monsieur," replied Planchet, "Picards are found
out by being used. Besides, I am here in my own country, and
that excites me."

And both, with free use of the spur, arrived at St. Omer without
drawing bit. At St. Omer they breathed their horses with the
bridles passed under their arms for fear of accident, and ate a
morsel from their hands on the stones of the street, after they
departed again.

At a hundred paces from the gates of Calais, d'Artagnan's horse
gave out, and could not by any means be made to get up again, the
blood flowing from his eyes and his nose. There still remained
Planchet's horse; but he stopped short, and could not be made to
move a step.

Fortunately, as we have said, they were within a hundred paces of
the city; they left their two nags upon the high road, and ran
toward the quay. Planchet called his master's attention to a
gentleman who had just arrived with his lackey, and only preceded
them by about fifty paces. They made all speed to come up to
this gentleman, who appeared to be in great haste. His boots
were covered with dust, and he inquired if he could not instantly
cross over to England.

"Nothing would be more easy," said the captain of a vessel ready
to set sail, "but this morning came an order to let no one leave
without express permission from the cardinal."

"I have that permission," said the gentleman, drawing the paper
from his pocket; "here it is."

"Have it examined by the governor of the port," said the
shipmaster, "and give me the preference."

"Where shall I find the governor?"

"At his country house."

"And that is situated?"

"At a quarter of a league from the city. Look, you may see it
from here--at the foot of that little hill, that slated roof."

"Very well," said the gentleman. And, with his lackey, he took
the road to the governor's country house.

D'Artagnan and Planchet followed the gentleman at a distance of
five hundred paces. Once outside the city, d'Artagnan overtook
the gentleman as he was entering a little wood.

"Monsieur," you appear to be in great haste?"

"No one can be more so, monsieur."

"I am sorry for that," said d'Artagnan; "for as I am in great
haste likewise, I wish to beg you to render me a service."


"To let me sail first."

"That's impossible," said the gentleman; "I have traveled sixty
leagues in forty hours, and by tomorrow at midday I must be in

"I have performed that same distance in forty hours, and by ten
o'clock in the morning I must be in London."

"Very sorry, monsieur; but I was here first, and will not sail

"I am sorry, too, monsieur; but I arrived second, and must sail

"The king's service!" said the gentleman.

"My own service!" said d'Artagnan.

"But this is a needless quarrel you seek with me, as it seems to

"PARBLEU! What do you desire it to be?"

"What do you want?"

"Would you like to know?"


"Well, then, I wish that order of which you are bearer, seeing
that I have not one of my own and must have one."

"You jest, I presume."

"I never jest."

"Let me pass!"

"You shall not pass."

"My brave young man, I will blow out your brains. HOLA, Lubin,
my pistols!"

"Planchet," called out d'Artagnan, "take care of the lackey; I
will manage the master."

Planchet, emboldened by the first exploit, sprang upon Lubin; and
being strong and vigorous, he soon got him on the broad of his
back, and placed his knee upon his breast.

"Go on with your affair, monsieur," cried Planchet; "I have
finished mine."

Seeing this, the gentleman drew his sword, and sprang upon
d'Artagnan; but he had too strong an adversary. In three seconds
d'Artagnan had wounded him three times, exclaiming at each
thrust, "One for Athos, one for Porthos; and one for Aramis!"

At the third hit the gentleman fell like a log. D'Artagnan
believed him to be dead, or at least insensible, and went toward
him for the purpose of taking the order; but the moment he
extended his hand to search for it, the wounded man, who had not
dropped his sword, plunged the point into d'Artagnan's breast,
crying, "One for you!"

"And one for me--the best for last!" cried d'Artagnan, furious,
nailing him to the earth with a fourth thrust through his body.

This time the gentleman closed his eyes and fainted. D'Artagnan
searched his pockets, and took from one of them the order for the
passage. It was in the name of Comte de Wardes.

Then, casting a glance on the handsome young man, who was
scarcely twenty-five years of age, and whom he was leaving in his
gore, deprived of sense and perhaps dead, he gave a sigh for that
unaccountable destiny which leads men to destroy each other for
the interests of people who are strangers to them and who often
do not even know that they exist. But he was soon aroused from
these reflections by Lubin, who uttered loud cries and screamed
for help with all his might.

Planchet grasped him by the throat, and pressed as hard as he
could. "Monsieur," said he, "as long as I hold him in this
manner, he can't cry, I'll be bound; but as soon as I let go he
will howl again. I know him for a Norman, and Normans are

In fact, tightly held as he was, Lubin endeavored still to cry

"Stay!" said d'Artagnan; and taking out his handkerchief, he
gagged him.

"Now," said Planchet, "let us bind him to a tree."

This being properly done, they drew the Comte de Wardes close to
his servant; and as night was approaching, and as the wounded man
and the bound man were at some little distance within the wood,
it was evident they were likely to remain there till the next

"And now," said d'Artagnan, "to the Governor's."

"But you are wounded, it seems," said Planchet.

"Oh, that's nothing! Let us attend to what is more pressing
first, and then we will attend to my wound; besides, it does not
seem very dangerous."

And they both set forward as fast as they could toward the
country house of the worthy functionary.

The Comte de Wardes was announced, and d'Artagnan was introduced.

"You have an order signed by the cardinal?" said the governor.

"Yes, monsieur," replied d'Artagnan; "here it is."

"Ah, ah! It is quite regular and explicit," said the governor.

"Most likely," said d'Artagnan; "I am one of his most faithful

"It appears that his Eminence is anxious to prevent someone from
crossing to England?"

"Yes; a certain d'Artagnan, a Bearnese gentleman who left Paris
in company with three of his friends, with the intention of going
to London."

"Do you know him personally?" asked the governor.


"This d'Artagnan."

"Perfectly well."

"Describe him to me, then."

"Nothing more easy."

And d'Artagnan have, feature for feature, a description of the
Comte de Wardes.

"Is he accompanied?"

"Yes; by a lackey named Lubin."

"We will keep a sharp lookout for them; and if we lay hands on
them his Eminence may be assured they will be reconducted to
Paris under a good escort."

"And by doing so, Monsieur the Governor," said d'Artagnan, "you
will deserve well of the cardinal."

"Shall you see him on your return, Monsieur Count?"

"Without a doubt."

"Tell him, I beg you, that I am his humble servant."

"I will not fail."

Delighted with this assurance the governor countersigned the
passport and delivered it to d'Artagnan. D'Artagnan lost no time
in useless compliments. He thanked the governor, bowed, and
departed. Once outside, he and Planchet set off as fast as they
could; and by making a long detour avoided the wood and reentered
the city by another gate.

The vessel was quite ready to sail, and the captain was waiting
on the wharf. "Well?" said he, on perceiving d'Artagnan.

"Here is my pass countersigned," said the latter.

"And that other gentleman?

"He will not go today," said d'Artagnan; "but here, I'll pay you
for us two."

"In that case let us go," said the shipmaster.

"Let us go," repeated d'Artagnan.

He leaped with Planchet into the boat, and five minutes after
they were on board. It was time; for they had scarcely sailed
half a league, when d'Artagnan saw a flash and heard a
detonation. It was the cannon which announced the closing of the

He had now leisure to look to his wound. Fortunately, as
d'Artagnan had thought, it was not dangerous. The point of the
sword had touched a rib, and glanced along the bone. Still
further, his shirt had stuck to the wound,and he had lost only
a few drops of blood.

D'Artagnan was worn out with fatigue. A mattress was laid upon
the deck for him. He threw himself upon it, and fell asleep.

On the morrow, at break of day, they were still three or four
leagues from the coast of England. The breeze had been so light
all night, they had made but little progress. At ten o'clock the
vessel cast anchor in the harbor of Dover, and at half past ten
d'Artagnan placed his foot on English land, crying, "Here I am at

But that was not all; they must get to London. In England the
post was well served. D'Artagnan and Planchet took each a post
horse, and a postillion rode before them. In a few hours they
were in the capital.

D'Artagnan did not know London; he did not know a word of
English; but he wrote the name of Buckingham on a piece of paper,
and everyone pointed out to him the way to the duke's hotel.

The duke was at Windsor hunting with the king. D'Artagnan
inquired for the confidential valet of the duke, who, having
accompanied him in all his voyages, spoke French perfectly well;
he told him that he came from Paris on an affair of life and
death, and that he must speak with his master instantly.

The confidence with which d'Artagnan spoke convinced Patrick,
which was the name of this minister of the minister. He ordered
two horses to be saddled, and himself went as guide to the young
Guardsman. As for Planchet, he had been lifted from his horse as
stiff as a rush; the poor lad's strength was almost exhausted.
d'Artagnan seemed iron.

On their arrival at the castle they learned that Buckingham and
the king were hawking in the marshes two or three leagues away.
In twenty minutes they were on the spot named. Patrick soon
caught the sound of his master's voice calling his falcon.

"Whom must I announce to my Lord Duke?" asked Patrick.

"The young man who one evening sought a quarrel with him on the
Pont Neuf, opposite the Samaritaine."

"A singular introduction!"

"You will find that it is as good as another."

Patrick galloped off, reached the duke, and announced to him in
the terms directed that a messenger awaited him.

Buckingham at once remembered the circumstance, and suspecting
that something was going on in France of which it was necessary
he should be informed, he only took the time to inquire where the
messenger was, and recognizing from afar the uniform of the
Guards, he put his horse into a gallop, and rode straight up to
d'Artagnan. Patrick discreetly kept in the background.

"No misfortune has happened to the queen?" cried Buckingham, the
instant he came up, throwing all his fear and love into the

"I believe not; nevertheless I believe she runs some great peril
from which your Grace alone can extricate her."

"I!" cried Buckingham. "What is it? I should be too happy to be
of any service to her. Speak, speak!"

"Take this letter," said d'Artagnan.

"This letter! From whom comes this letter?"

"From her Majesty, as I think."

"From her Majesty!" said Buckingham, becoming so pale that
d'Artagnan feared he would faint as he broke the seal.

"What is this rent?" said he, showing d'Artagnan a place where it
had been pierced through.

"Ah," said d'Artagnan, "I did not see that; it was the sword of
the Comte de Wardes which made that hole, when he gave me a good
thrust in the breast."

"You are wounded?" asked Buckingham, as he opened the letter.

"Oh, nothing but a scratch," said d'Artagnan.

"Just heaven, what have I read?" cried the duke. "Patrick,
remain here, or rather join the king, wherever he may be, and
tell his Majesty that I humbly beg him to excuse me, but an
affair of the greatest importance recalls me to London. Come,
monsieur, come!" and both set off towards the capital at full

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