Twenty Years Later by Dumas, Alexandre. Part one

existence.

Now an enemy is never so near and consequently so

threatening, as when he has completely disappeared. The

prince was, therefore, contrary to his custom, gloomy and

anxious, when an officer entered and announced to Marshal de

Grammont that some one wished to see him.

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The Duc de Grammont received permission from the prince by a

glance and went out. The prince followed him with his eyes

and continued looking at the door; no one ventured to speak,

for fear of disturbing him.

Suddenly a dull and heavy noise was heard. The prince leaped

to his feet, extending his hand in the direction whence came

the sound, there was no mistaking it — it was the noise of

cannon. Every one stood up.

At that moment the door opened.

“Monseigneur,” said Marshal de Grammont, with a radiant

face, “will your highness permit my son, Count de Guiche,

and his traveling companion, Viscount de Bragelonne, to come

in and give news of the enemy, whom they have found while we

were looking for him?”

“What!” eagerly replied the prince, “will I permit? I not

only permit, I desire; let them come in.”

The marshal introduced the two young men and placed them

face to face with the prince.

“Speak, gentlemen,” said the prince, saluting them; “first

speak; we shall have time afterward for the usual

compliments. The most urgent thing now is to learn where the

enemy is and what he is doing.”

It fell naturally to the Count de Guiche to make reply; not

only was he the elder, but he had been presented to the

prince by his father. Besides, he had long known the prince,

whilst Raoul now saw him for the first time. He therefore

narrated to the prince what they had seen from the inn at

Mazingarbe.

Meanwhile Raoul closely observed the young general, already

made so famous by the battles of Rocroy, Fribourg, and

Nordlingen.

Louis de Bourbon, Prince de Conde, who, since the death of

his father, Henri de Bourbon, was called, in accordance with

the custom of that period, Monsieur le Prince, was a young

man, not more than twenty-six or twenty-seven years old,

with the eye of an eagle — agl’ occhi grifani, as Dante

says — aquiline nose, long, waving hair, of medium height,

well formed, possessed of all the qualities essential to the

successful soldier — that is to say, the rapid glance,

quick decision, fabulous courage. At the same time he was a

man of elegant manners and strong mind, so that in addition

to the revolution he had made in war, by his new

contributions to its methods, he had also made a revolution

at Paris, among the young noblemen of the court, whose

natural chief he was and who, in distinction from the social

leaders of the ancient court, modeled after Bassompierre,

Bellegarde and the Duke d’Angouleme, were called the

petits-maitres.

At the first words of the Count de Guiche, the prince,

having in mind the direction whence came the sound of

cannon, had understood everything. The enemy was marching

upon Lens, with the intention, doubtless, of securing

possession of that town and separating from France the army

of France. But in what force was the enemy? Was it a corps

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sent out to make a diversion? Was it an entire army? To this

question De Guiche could not respond.

Now, as these questions involved matters of gravest

consequence, it was these to which the prince had especially

desired an answer, exact, precise, positive.

Raoul conquered the very natural feeling of timidity he

experienced and approaching the prince:

“My lord,” he said, “will you permit me to hazard a few

words on that subject, which will perhaps relieve you of

your uncertainty?”

The prince turned and seemed to cover the young man with a

single glance; he smiled on perceiving that he was a child

hardly fifteen years old.

“Certainly, monsieur, speak,” he said, softening his stern,

accented tones, as if he were speaking to a woman.

“My lord,” said Raoul, blushing, “might examine the Spanish

prisoner.”

“Have you a Spanish prisoner?” cried the prince.

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