Twenty Years Later by Dumas, Alexandre. Part one

who, although he did not arrive in France before the year

1634 or 1635, that is to say, about eight or nine years

after the events which we have related in a preceding

narrative,* fancied he had heard it pronounced as that of

one who was said to be a model of courage, address and

loyalty.

* “The Three Musketeers.”

Possessed by this idea, the cardinal resolved to know all

about D’Artagnan immediately; of course he could not inquire

from D’Artagnan himself who he was and what had been his

career; he remarked, however, in the course of conversation

that the lieutenant of musketeers spoke with a Gascon

accent. Now the Italians and the Gascons are too much alike

and know each other too well ever to trust what any one of

them may say of himself; so in reaching the walls which

surrounded the Palais Royal, the cardinal knocked at a

little door, and after thanking D’Artagnan and requesting

him to wait in the court of the Palais Royal, he made a sign

to Guitant to follow him.

They both dismounted, consigned their horses to the lackey

who had opened the door, and disappeared in the garden.

“My dear friend,” said the cardinal, leaning, as they walked

through the garden, on his friend’s arm, “you told me just

now that you had been twenty years in the queen’s service.”

“Yes, it’s true. I have,” returned Guitant.

“Now, my dear Guitant, I have often remarked that in

addition to your courage, which is indisputable, and your

fidelity, which is invincible, you possess an admirable

memory.”

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“You have found that out, have you, my lord? Deuce take it

— all the worse for me!”

“How?”

“There is no doubt but that one of the chief accomplishments

of a courtier is to know when to forget.”

“But you, Guitant, are not a courtier. You are a brave

soldier, one of the few remaining veterans of the days of

Henry IV. Alas! how few to-day exist!”

“Plague on’t, my lord, have you brought me here to get my

horoscope out of me?”

“No; I only brought you here to ask you,” returned Mazarin,

smiling, “if you have taken any particular notice of our

lieutenant of musketeers?”

“Monsieur d’Artagnan? I have had no occasion to notice him

particularly; he’s an old acquaintance. He’s a Gascon. De

Treville knows him and esteems him very highly, and De

Treville, as you know, is one of the queen’s greatest

friends. As a soldier the man ranks well; he did his whole

duty and even more, at the siege of Rochelle — as at Suze

and Perpignan.”

“But you know, Guitant, we poor ministers often want men

with other qualities besides courage; we want men of talent.

Pray, was not Monsieur d’Artagnan, in the time of the

cardinal, mixed up in some intrigue from which he came out,

according to report, quite cleverly?”

“My lord, as to the report you allude to” — Guitant

perceived that the cardinal wished to make him speak out —

“I know nothing but what the public knows. I never meddle in

intrigues, and if I occasionally become a confidant of the

intrigues of others I am sure your eminence will approve of

my keeping them secret.”

Mazarin shook his head.

“Ah!” he said; “some ministers are fortunate and find out

all that they wish to know.”

“My lord,” replied Guitant, “such ministers do not weigh men

in the same balance; they get their information on war from

warriors; on intrigues, from intriguers. Consult some

politician of the period of which you speak, and if you pay

well for it you will certainly get to know all you want.”

“Eh, pardieu!” said Mazarin, with a grimace which he always

made when spoken to about money. “They will be paid, if

there is no way of getting out of it.”

“Does my lord seriously wish me to name any one who was

mixed up in the cabals of that day?”

“By Bacchus!” rejoined Mazarin, impatiently, “it’s about an

hour since I asked you for that very thing, wooden-head that

you are.”

“There is one man for whom I can answer, if he will speak

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