France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction
“Sir, I came to speak confidentially with your general about affairs of
importance. It was not an ordinary welcome that he gave me. The
accounts your soldiers can give you may convince you of that. If, then,
the general received me in that manner, he knew my titles to his
esteem. Now, you do not suspect, I should think that I should reveal my
secrets to you, and still less his.”
“But these casks, what do they contain?”
“Have you not put that question to your soldiers? What was their
reply?”
“That they contained powder and ball.”
“From whom had they that information? They must have told you that.”
“From the general; but we are not dupes.”
“Beware, gentlemen, it is not to me you are now giving the lie, it is
to your leader.”
The officers again looked at each other. Athos continued: “Before your
soldiers the general told me to wait a week, and at the expiration of
that week he would give me the answer he had to make me. Have I fled
away? No, I wait.”
“He told you to wait a week!” cried the lieutenant.
“He told me that so clearly, sir, that I have a sloop at the mouth of
the river, which I could with ease have joined yesterday, and embarked.
Now, if I have remained, it was only in compliance with the desire of
your general, his honor having requested me not to depart without a
last audience, which fixed at a week hence. I repeat to you, then, I am
waiting.”
The lieutenant turned towards the other officers, and said, in a low
voice: “If this gentleman speaks truth, there may still be some hope.
The general may be carrying out some negotiations so secret, that he
thought it imprudent to inform even us. Then the time limited for his
absence would be a week.” Then, turning towards Athos: “Monsieur,” said
he, “your declaration is of the most serious importance; are you
willing to repeat it under the seal of an oath?”
“Sir,” replied Athos, “I have always lived in a world where my simple
word was regarded as the most sacred of oaths.”
“This time, however, monsieur, the circumstance is more grave than any
you may have been placed in. The safety of the whole army is at stake.
Reflect, the general has disappeared, and our search for him has been
vain. Is this disappearance natural? Has a crime been committed? Are we
not bound to carry our investigations to extremity? Have we any right
to wait with patience? At this moment, everything, monsieur, depends
upon the words you are about to pronounce.”
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