The Forty-Five Guardsmen. Dumas Alexandre

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      "What then?"

      "Your majesty knows what passed at the execution of Salcede?"

      "Parbleu! I was there."

      "They tried to carry off the criminal."

      "I did not see that."

      "It is the rumor all through the city, however."

      "A groundless one."

      "I believe your majesty is wrong."

      "On what do you found your belief?"

      "Because Salcede denied before the people what he had confessed to the judges."

      "Ah! you know that, already."

      "I try to know all that interests your majesty."

      "Thanks; but what do you conclude from all this?"

      "That a man who dies like Salcede was a good servant, sire."

      "Well?"

      "And the master who has such followers is fortunate."

      "You mean to say that I have none such; or, rather, that I no longer have them. You are right, if that be what you mean."

      "I did not mean that; your majesty would find, I am sure, were there occasion, followers as devoted as Salcede."

      "Well, duke, do not look gloomy; I am sad enough already. Do be gay."

      "Gayety cannot be forced, sire."

      The king struck the table angrily. "You are a bad friend," said he; "I lost all, when I lost my former ones."

      "May I dare to say to your majesty that you hardly encourage the new ones."

      The king looked at him with an expression which he well understood.

      "Ah! your majesty reproaches me with your benefits," said he, "but I do not reproach you with my devotion."

      "Lavalette," cried Henri, "you make me sad; you who are so clever, and could so easily make me joyful. It is not your nature to fight continually, like my old favorites; but you are facetious and amusing, and give good counsel. You know all my affairs, like that other more humble friend, with whom I never experienced a moment's ennui."

      "Of whom does your majesty speak?"

      "Of my poor jester, Chicot. Alas! where is he?"

      D'Epernon rose, piqued. "Your majesty's souvenirs, to-day, are not very amusing for other people," said he.

      "Why so?"

      "Your majesty, without intending it, perhaps, compared me to Chicot, which is not very flattering."

      "You are wrong, D'Epernon; I could only compare to Chicot a man who loves me, and whom I love."

      "It was not to resemble Chicot, I suppose, that your majesty made me a duke?"

      "Chicot loved me, and I miss him; that is all I can say. Oh! when I think that in the same place where you now are have been all those young men, handsome, brave, and faithful – that there, on that very chair on which you have placed your hat, Chicot has slept more than a hundred times – "

      "Perhaps that was very amusing," interrupted the duke, "but certainly not very respectful."

      "Alas! he has now neither mind nor body." – "What became of him?"

      "He died, like all who loved me."

      "Well, sire, I think he did well to die; he was growing old, and I have heard that sobriety was not one of his virtues. Of what did he die – indigestion?"

      "Of grief."

      "Oh! he told you so, to make you laugh once more."

      "You are wrong; he would not sadden me with the news of his illness. He knew how I regretted my friends – he, who had so often seen me weep for them."

      "Then it was his shade that came to tell you?"

      "No; I did not even see his shade. It was his friend, the worthy prior Gorenflot, who wrote me this sad news."

      "I see that if he lived your majesty would make him chancellor."

      "I beg, duke, that you will not laugh at those who loved me, and whom I loved."

      "Oh! sire, I do not desire to laugh, but just now you reproached me with want of gayety, parfandious!"

      "Well, now I am in the mood to hear bad news, if you have any to tell. Luckily I have strength to bear it, or I should be dead ten times a day."

      "Which would not displease certain people of our acquaintance."

      "Oh! against them I have the arms of my Swiss."

      "I could find you a better guard than that."

      "You?" – "Yes, sire."

      "What is it?"

      "Will your majesty be so good as to accompany me to the old buildings of the Louvre?"

      "On the site of the Rue de l'Astruce?"

      "Precisely."

      "What shall I see there?"

      "Oh! come first."

      "It is a long way, duke."

      "We can go in five minutes through the galleries."

      "D'Epernon – "

      "Well, sire?"

      "If what you are about to show me be not worth seeing, take care."

      "I answer for it, sire."

      "Come, then," said the king, rising.

      The duke took his cloak, presented the king's sword to him, then, taking a light, preceded his majesty.

      CHAPTER XIII.

      THE DORMITORY

      In less than five minutes they arrived at their destination. The duke took out a key, and, after crossing a court, opened an arched door, the bottom of which was overgrown with long grass. They went along a dark corridor, and then up a staircase to a room, of which D'Epernon had also the key. He opened the door, and showed the king forty-five beds, and in each of them a sleeper.

      The king looked at all this with a troubled curiosity. "Well," said he, "who are these people?"

      "People who sleep to-night, but will not do so to-morrow night."

      "Why not?"

      "That your majesty may sleep in peace."

      "Explain yourself. Are these your friends?"

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