The Companions of Jehu. Dumas Alexandre

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СКАЧАТЬ madame,” said a young man whose voice affected to slur his r’s after the fashion of the day, and who probably assumed to lead the conversation at the table d’hôte, on ordinary occasions, “you know the Companions of Jehu know no day or night.”

      “What! citizen,” asked the lady still more alarmed, “were you attacked in broad daylight?”

      “In broad daylight, citizeness, at ten o’clock in the morning.”

      “And how many were there?” asked the stout gentleman.

      “Four, citizen.”

      “Ambushed beside the road?”

      “No; they were on horseback, armed to the teeth and masked.”

      “That’s their custom,” said the young frequenter of the table d’hôte, “and they said, did they not: ‘Do not defend yourself, we will not harm you. We only want the government money.’”

      “Word for word, citizen.”

      “Then,” continued this well-informed young man, “two dismounted from their horses, flinging their bridles to their comrades, and commanded the conductor to deliver up the money.”

      “Citizen,” said the stout man astonished, “you describe the thing as if you had seen it.”

      “Monsieur was there, perhaps,” said one of the travellers, half in jest, half in earnest.

      “I do not know, citizen, whether in saying that you intend a rudeness,” carelessly observed the young man who had so pertinently and obligingly come to the narrator’s assistance, “but my political opinions are such that I do not consider your suspicion an insult. Had I had the misfortune to be among those attacked, or the honor to be one of those who made the attack, I should admit it as frankly in the one case as in the other. But yesterday at ten o’clock, at precisely the moment when the diligence was stopped, twelve miles from here, I was breakfasting quietly in this very seat. And, by-the-bye, with the two citizens who now do me the honor to sit beside me.”

      “And,” asked the younger of the two travellers who had lately joined the table, whom his companion called Roland, “how many men were you in the diligence?”

      “Let me think; we were – yes, that’s it – we were seven men and three women.”

      “Seven men, not including the conductor?” repeated Roland.

      “Yes.”

      “And you seven men allowed yourselves to be plundered by four brigands? I congratulate you, gentlemen.”

      “We knew with whom we had to deal,” replied the wine merchant, “and we took good care not to defend ourselves.”

      “What! with whom you had to deal?” retorted the young man. “Why, it seems to me, with thieves and bandits.”

      “Not at all. They gave their names.”

      “They gave their names?”

      “They said, ‘Gentlemen, it is useless to defend yourselves; ladies, do not be alarmed, we are not bandits, we are Companions of Jehu.’”

      “Yes,” said the young man of the table d’hôte, “they warned you that there might be no misunderstanding. That’s their way.”

      “Ah, indeed!” exclaimed Roland; “and who is this Jehu who has such polite companions? Is he their captain?”

      “Sir,” said a man whose dress betrayed somewhat the secularized priest, and who seemed also to be, not only an habitual guest at the table d’hôte, but also an initiate into the mysteries of the honorable company whose merits were then under discussion, “if you were better versed than you seem to be in the Holy Scriptures, you would know that this Jehu died something like two thousand six hundred years ago, and that consequently he cannot at the present time stop coaches on the highways.”

      “Monsieur l’Abbé,” replied Roland, who had recognized an ecclesiastic, “as, in spite of the sharp tone in which you speak, you seem a man of learning, permit a poor ignoramus to ask you a few details about this Jehu, dead these two thousand six hundred years, who, nevertheless, is honored by followers bearing his name.”

      “Jehu!” replied the churchman, in the same sour tone, “was a King of Israel anointed by Elisha, on condition that he punish the crimes of the house of Ahab and Jezbel, and put to death the priests of Baal.”

      “Monsieur l’Abbé,” replied the young man laughing, “I thank you for the explanation. I don’t doubt it is correct, and, above all, very learned. But I must admit it doesn’t tell me much.”

      “What, citizen!” exclaimed the abbé, “don’t you understand that Jehu is his Majesty Louis XVIII., anointed on condition that he punish the crimes of the Revolution and put to death all the priests of Baal; that is to say, all those who had taken any part whatsoever in the abominable state of things which, for these last seven years, has been called the republic?”

      “Yes, indeed!” exclaimed the young man; “of course I understand. But among those whom the Companions of Jehu are appointed to fight, do you reckon the brave soldiers who have repulsed the enemy along the frontiers of France, and the illustrious generals who have commanded the armies of the Tyrol, the Sambre-and-Meuse, and of Italy?”

      “Why, beyond doubt, those foremost and before all.”

      The young man’s eyes flashed lightning; his nostrils quivered and his lips tightened. He rose from his chair, but his comrade touched his coat and forced him to sit down again, while with a single glance he silenced him. Then he who had thus given proof of his power, speaking for the first time, addressed the young man of the table d’hôte.

      “Citizen, excuse two travellers who are just arrived from the end of the earth, from America, or India as it were. Absent from France these last two years; we are completely ignorant of all that has occurred here, and most desirous to obtain information.”

      “Why, as to that,” replied the young man, to whom these words were addressed, “that is but fair, citizen. Question us and we will answer you.”

      “Well,” continued the dark young man with the eagle eye, the straight black hair, and the granite complexion, “now that I know who Jehu is, and to what end his company was instituted, I should like to know what his companions do with the money they take.”

      “Oh! that is very simple, citizen. You know there is much talk of the restoration of the Bourbon monarchy?”

      “No, I did not know it,” replied the dark young man, in a tone which he vainly strove to render artless; “I am but just arrived, as I told you, from the end of the earth.”

      “What! you did not know that? Well, six months hence it will be an accomplished fact.”

      “Really!”

      “I have the honor to tell you so, citizen.”

      The two soldier-like young men exchanged a glance and a smile, though the young blond one was apparently chafing under the weight of his extreme impatience.

      Their informant continued: “Lyons is the headquarters of the conspiracy, if one can call conspiracy a plot which was organized openly. ‘The provisional government’ СКАЧАТЬ