M. d’Artagnan’s prisoner.”
“Without doubt, duke, since you are not yet ransomed, but
have no care of that; it was I who took you out of M.
d’Artagnan’s hands, and it is I who will pay your ransom.”
The eyes of D’Artagnan regained their gayety and their
brilliancy. The Gascon began to understand. Charles advanced
towards him.
“The general,” said he, “is not rich, and cannot pay you
what he is worth. I am richer, certainly, but now that he is
a duke, and if not a king, almost a king, he is worth a sum
I could not perhaps pay. Come, M. d’Artagnan, be moderate
with me; how much do I owe you?”
D’Artagnan, delighted at the turn things were taking, but
not for a moment losing his self-possession, replied, —
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“Sire, your majesty has no occasion to be alarmed. When I
had the good fortune to take his grace, M. Monk was only a
general; it is therefore only a general’s ransom that is due
to me. But if the general will have the kindness to deliver
me his sword, I shall consider myself paid; for there is
nothing in the world but the general’s sword which is worth
so much as himself.”
“Odds fish! as my father said,” cried Charles. “That is a
gallant proposal, and a gallant man, is he not, duke?”
“Upon my honor, yes, sire,” and he drew his sword.
“Monsieur,” said he to D’Artagnan, “here is what you demand.
Many may have handled a better blade; but however modest
mine may be, I have never surrendered it to any one.”
D’Artagnan received with pride the sword which had just made
a king.
“Oh! oh!” cried Charles II.; “what, a sword that has
restored me to my throne — to go out of the kingdom — and
not, one day, to figure among the crown jewels. No, on my
soul! that shall not be! Captain d’Artagnan, I will give you
two hundred thousand crowns for your sword! If that is too
little, say so.”
“It is too little, sire,” replied D’Artagnan, with
inimitable seriousness. “In the first place, I do not at all
wish to sell it; but your majesty desires me to do so, and
that is an order. I obey, then, but the respect I owe to the
illustrious warrior who hears me commands me to estimate at
a third more the reward of my victory. I ask then three
hundred thousand crowns for the sword, or I shall give it to
your majesty for nothing.” And taking it by the point he
presented it to the king. Charles broke into hilarious
laughter.
“A gallant man, and a merry companion! Odds fish! is he not,
duke? is he not, comte? He pleases me! I like him! Here,
Chevalier d’Artagnan, take this.” And going to the table, he
took a pen and wrote an order upon his treasurer for three
hundred thousand crowns.
D’Artagnan took it, and turning gravely towards Monk: “I
have still asked too little, I know,” said he, “but believe
me, your grace, I would rather have died than allow myself
to be governed by avarice.”
The king began to laugh again, like the happiest cockney of
his kingdom.
“You will come and see me again before you go, chevalier?”
said he; “I shall want to lay in a stock of gayety now my
Frenchmen are leaving me.”
“Ah! sire, it will not be with the gayety as with the duke’s
sword; I will give it to your majesty gratis,” replied
D’Artagnan, whose feet scarcely seemed to touch the ground.
“And you, comte,” added Charles, turning towards Athos,
“come again, also, I have an important message to confide to
you. Your hand, duke.” Monk pressed the hand of the king.
“Adieu! gentlemen,” said Charles, holding out each of his
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hands to the two Frenchmen, who carried them to their lips.
“Well,” said Athos, when they were out of the palace, “are
you satisfied?”
“Hush!” said D’Artagnan, wild with joy, “I have not yet
returned from the treasurer’s — a shutter may fall upon my
head.”