The D'Artagnan Romances - Complete Series (All 6 Books in One Edition). Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ time. “Sheathe your swords, gentlemen, sheathe your swords!”

      But it was too late. The two combatants had been seen in a position which left no doubt of their intentions.

      “Halloo!” cried Jussac, advancing toward them and making a sign to his men to do so likewise, “halloo, Musketeers? Fighting here, are you? And the edicts? What is become of them?”

      “You are very generous, gentlemen of the Guards,” said Athos, full of rancor, for Jussac was one of the aggressors of the preceding day. “If we were to see you fighting, I can assure you that we would make no effort to prevent you. Leave us alone, then, and you will enjoy a little amusement without cost to yourselves.”

      “Gentlemen,” said Jussac, “it is with great regret that I pronounce the thing impossible. Duty before everything. Sheathe, then, if you please, and follow us.”

      “Monsieur,” said Aramis, parodying Jussac, “it would afford us great pleasure to obey your polite invitation if it depended upon ourselves; but unfortunately the thing is impossible—Monsieur de Treville has forbidden it. Pass on your way, then; it is the best thing to do.”

      This raillery exasperated Jussac. “We will charge upon you, then,” said he, “if you disobey.”

      “There are five of them,” said Athos, half aloud, “and we are but three; we shall be beaten again, and must die on the spot, for, on my part, I declare I will never appear again before the captain as a conquered man.”

      Athos, Porthos, and Aramis instantly drew near one another, while Jussac drew up his soldiers.

      This short interval was sufficient to determine d’Artagnan on the part he was to take. It was one of those events which decide the life of a man; it was a choice between the king and the cardinal—the choice made, it must be persisted in. To fight, that was to disobey the law, that was to risk his head, that was to make at one blow an enemy of a minister more powerful than the king himself. All this young man perceived, and yet, to his praise we speak it, he did not hesitate a second. Turning towards Athos and his friends, “Gentlemen,” said he, “allow me to correct your words, if you please. You said you were but three, but it appears to me we are four.”

      “But you are not one of us,” said Porthos.

      “That’s true,” replied d’Artagnan; “I have not the uniform, but I have the spirit. My heart is that of a Musketeer; I feel it, monsieur, and that impels me on.”

      “Withdraw, young man,” cried Jussac, who doubtless, by his gestures and the expression of his countenance, had guessed d’Artagnan’s design. “You may retire; we consent to that. Save your skin; begone quickly.”

      D’Artagnan did not budge.

      “Decidedly, you are a brave fellow,” said Athos, pressing the young man’s hand.

      “Come, come, choose your part,” replied Jussac.

      “Well,” said Porthos to Aramis, “we must do something.”

      “Monsieur is full of generosity,” said Athos.

      But all three reflected upon the youth of d’Artagnan, and dreaded his inexperience.

      “We should only be three, one of whom is wounded, with the addition of a boy,” resumed Athos; “and yet it will not be the less said we were four men.”

      “Yes, but to yield!” said Porthos.

      “That IS difficult,” replied Athos.

      D’Artagnan comprehended their irresolution.

      “Try me, gentlemen,” said he, “and I swear to you by my honor that I will not go hence if we are conquered.”

      “What is your name, my brave fellow?” said Athos.

      “d’Artagnan, monsieur.”

      “Well, then, Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and d’Artagnan, forward!” cried Athos.

      “Come, gentlemen, have you decided?” cried Jussac for the third time.

      “It is done, gentlemen,” said Athos.

      “And what is your choice?” asked Jussac.

      “We are about to have the honor of charging you,” replied Aramis, lifting his hat with one hand and drawing his sword with the other.

      “Ah! You resist, do you?” cried Jussac.

      “S’blood; does that astonish you?”

      And the nine combatants rushed upon each other with a fury which however did not exclude a certain degree of method.

      Athos fixed upon a certain Cahusac, a favorite of the cardinal’s. Porthos had Bicarat, and Aramis found himself opposed to two adversaries. As to d’Artagnan, he sprang toward Jussac himself.

      The heart of the young Gascon beat as if it would burst through his side—not from fear, God be thanked, he had not the shade of it, but with emulation; he fought like a furious tiger, turning ten times round his adversary, and changing his ground and his guard twenty times. Jussac was, as was then said, a fine blade, and had had much practice; nevertheless it required all his skill to defend himself against an adversary who, active and energetic, departed every instant from received rules, attacking him on all sides at once, and yet parrying like a man who had the greatest respect for his own epidermis.

      This contest at length exhausted Jussac’s patience. Furious at being held in check by one whom he had considered a boy, he became warm and began to make mistakes. D’Artagnan, who though wanting in practice had a sound theory, redoubled his agility. Jussac, anxious to put an end to this, springing forward, aimed a terrible thrust at his adversary, but the latter parried it; and while Jussac was recovering himself, glided like a serpent beneath his blade, and passed his sword through his body. Jussac fell like a dead mass.

      D’Artagnan then cast an anxious and rapid glance over the field of battle.

      Aramis had killed one of his adversaries, but the other pressed him warmly. Nevertheless, Aramis was in a good situation, and able to defend himself.

      Bicarat and Porthos had just made counterhits. Porthos had received a thrust through his arm, and Bicarat one through his thigh. But neither of these two wounds was serious, and they only fought more earnestly.

      Athos, wounded anew by Cahusac, became evidently paler, but did not give way a foot. He only changed his sword hand, and fought with his left hand.

      According to the laws of dueling at that period, d’Artagnan was at liberty to assist whom he pleased. While he was endeavoring to find out which of his companions stood in greatest need, he caught a glance from Athos. The glance was of sublime eloquence. Athos would have died rather than appeal for help; but he could look, and with that look ask assistance. D’Artagnan interpreted it; with a terrible bound he sprang to the side of Cahusac, crying, “To me, Monsieur Guardsman; I will slay you!”

      Cahusac turned. It was time; for Athos, whose great courage alone supported him, sank upon his knee.

      “S’blood!” СКАЧАТЬ